AU- Welcome to my new story. It's been a long time since I've produced something. Just so you know, the POV changes with solid breaks, the scene itself will change with dotted breaks. Words written like this resemble thoughts. I hope you all enjoy!
Fairytail was one of the most well-known clubs located in the heart of Magnolia. Those who are allowed access into the long nights of drinks and dancing come from the prestigious and wealthy. Only those on top of the world, or those who know those on top, are permitted to enter. That is how we got in. There's no way I would be able to get in on my own, but Lucy Heartfilia had some connections. As to be expected since her father is loaded and she works as a model. I've luckily known Lucy for a few years now. We first met when she moved to Magnolia. She got lost and the cab dropped her off at the wrong building; luckily I was strolling on by and was able to get her to where she needed to be. Even though she has all of the right assets for her job, her brain can be a little on the ditzy side.
So here I am, walking to the one and only Fairytail nightclub; only getting in from my best friend. We walked up to the bouncer blocking the entrance and the humongous line forming around the block for those who might get the chance to enter. I stood back while Lucy took the lead. She had no problem being assertive in public. The bouncer gave us a look, thinking that we were to dumb to know how rules work. "Back of the line ladies. Just like everyone else," he droned out like this was his 50th time saying it. Lucy pulled out her ID with a shiny gold card and handed them over. "I think this will change your mind," Lucy said, giving him a wink. The bouncer took both cards and looked them over. Once he saw the gold card, he radioed into his wrist. "You ladies have the okay. Go right on in," he said handing back the cards. We could hear the groans and whines from the other patrons waiting behind the roped-off area. He opened the door for both of us. "Enjoy your evening."
Lucy grabbed my hand and waltzed through the red door. "Thanks, you too," she said without giving a second look. Hooking her arm through mine, she gave me a smile and giggled. "See Lev? I told you it would work." I gave my blonde friend a smile back. "Those connections really helped us." "Well duh. I am a great upcoming model." We both walked down the corridor and the music started getting louder and the bass seemed to cause an earthquake to surge through the room. We passed a giant mirror before heading into the main room. This gave me one last look at both me and my busty friend. Of course, Lucy looks amazing in her skin tight, strapless red dress. It gave her amazing cleavage and seemed to hug all of her curves perfectly. Her long blonde hair was piled on her head in a messy yet elegant bun. She stopped to fix her lips before she decided she looked perfect.
Dragging my eyes over to me, realizing the anxious look I had. I didn't look as good as Lucy due to my lacking in the boob department but she knew how to work her magic. My black halter dress stopped shorter than I would like it to for this type of scene. I felt it was barely covering my butt, but Lucy decided it was great for this occasion. While I didn't have boobs, I did have an ass to show off. My make up was definitely an upgrade from the usual, I had training and time to perfect my techniques but Lucy has the magic touch. Smokey eyes and red lips were not my days to day look but how could I say no. Lucy even had enough magic to curl my hair and have it frame my face softly but kept part of it for the long night a sweatiness.
"Ready?," Lucy asked. "As I'll ever be." We turned through the last entrance and was swapped from the blast of heat radiating in the room. From all the bodies bumping and grinding, it smelt of sweat and alcohol. The stage had a DJ set up as he was the controller of the whole club mood. The large dance floor was cluttered with patrons. It reminded me of a can of sardines. We pushed our way through the mess to the bar. If we were gonna start our night off, a few drinks would be needed. Standing tables, as well as high bar stools, lined the walls around the dance floor and bar area. Black spiral staircases led up to a second floor, which provided more space for dancing; as well as lounge chairs and tables. I wouldn't be surprised if there were unlit corners for more "Private activities".
We finally made it to the bar and took a seat to order. "What can I get for you ladies?" the long white-haired barmatron asked. I ordered a sex on the beach while Lucy ordered her usual whiskey sour. "Coming right up," she replied, turning her back. As we waited for drinks, we both scanned the area. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Lucy asked. "Bump and grind?," I replied, knowing what she was hinting at. "Exactly. Need a little action in between jobs." Lucy, of course, was the most outgoing of anyone I knew. Besides me. I typically didn't look for action in sweaty clubs on my day off, but something in my gut decided it was what was going to happen.
Our drinks came and it gave me the liquid courage I needed. As we drank, Lucy would point out all of the hotties walking by. Choosing her next victim no doubt. She spotted a few people she would go for. "Do you need me to choose one for you? I don't mind." I could feel my face heat up at her comment. "Lucy, I'll find one on my own. You start without me." She couldn't resist and jumped off her seat. "Don't take too long," she said over the music as she followed a blond hair man into the crowd.
I smirked. I knew it wouldn't take long. I nursed my drink, trying to get up my nerves. I can't remember the last time I was nervous like this. I didn't even get this nervous on the job. Realizing I couldn't waste more time or else Lucy would be after me, I gulped down the last of my concoction and decided it was time. I took a deep breath and made my way into the swarm. It wasn't long until I felt a pair of hands around my waist, moving me to the beat. I went with it, trying to let go. We both danced to the beat. Grinding and breathing heavily as we were pushed against others.
"Gajeel! Come sit and relax. You're too antsy." I turned to look at who was yelling at me. Natsu. The dumb pink-haired freak who dragged me out here tonight. I didn't even want to come, but they decided that I couldn't mope around any longer in my apartment. I started to turn back to my table when I caught a streak of blue in the corner of my eye. Blue hair is rare these days. I moved my gaze to follow her through the crowd.
She seemed to be dragged by a blonde that was excited to be here. I leaned over the railing to maybe catch a better look at her. They both sat down at the bar and seemed to have ordered. "Gajeel! I was calling for you. Didn't you hear me? What are you so invested in?" Natsu said, pulling me out of my trance-like state. He followed my gaze to the two girls at the bar. "Those two huh? Don't seem special to m-wait! Isn't that Lucy. It sure looks like her." Lucy? Who's that? I looked at my dim-witted friend. "Who's Lucy? An ex?," I asked him, slightly curious.
"No, she's one of the newest models at my agency. She's really good so far. It only has been there for about 6 months. But I didn't think she could get in here." I looked back at the blonde. She was pretty but not really my taste. Other than that, she did seem to have nice tits. I looked over at my friend. I could tell he was starting to. "Go dance with her. Maybe she'll recognize you." This would also get Natsu off my back for a few hours. It seems he also had the same idea as he left our section and went down the staircase. I watched him weave his way through the crowd to her. She must've liked him since she ditched the other guy she was already dancing with.
My eyes glanced back over to the blue-haired girl, still sitting at the bar. Probably too nervous. This club didn't seem to be her scene anyway. I watched her finish her drink and walk into the crowd. She didn't seem to be looking for anyone in particular but didn't refuse when some guy put his hands on her. I walked back to my table and took a drink. Scotch feels good these days. I glanced at the others in my group as I sat back down.
Grey couldn't keep his shirt on, but it's happened so many times they just let him. He seemed deep in a conversation with Sting. His best friend, Rouge was trying to show Juvia how to do shots at our table but Cana, the loudmouth drunk, kept interrupting him. I breathed heavily, taking in all of the smells the club produced. I've been here multiple times but every night, something new happened.
I took another swing of my drink when I spotted Natsu coming up, dragging a blonde behind him. Not surprising, until she took her hand back and turned around from him. It looked like she was gonna go back down but she was only waiting for the blue-haired girl to catch up. Saying my heart stopped would be a lie but I did feel it skip a slight beat seeing her. Now that she was up here I could get a good look at her.
She was a lot smaller than I expected, even with heels that had straps wrapping up the sides of her legs. Her dress showed her milky thighs and seemed a little too tight, but it worked well. My gaze traveled up, finally resting on her red lips. Hopefully, I wasn't caught checking her out. Natsu brought the two over to the group, introducing them. I already knew the blonde was Lucy, from Nastu's loudmouth. "Guys this is Lucy. She's a new model at my agency. And her friend." Lucy slightly blushed from her "fame" and greeted everyone. Her friend seemed a little timid but stepped up so as to not be ostracized.
"Hi. My name is Levy. Lucy dragged me out here." Levy. Her name was Levy. I smirked at her quiet introduction. Natsu pulled them over to our sofa and kept Lucy close, with a hand around her waist. Luckily, Levy sat next to me at the end. I looked at her over my glass as she gave me a timid smile. What a night this will be.
Hot. How could he be so freaking hot? I didn't realize how good this night would be when Lucy grabbed me from my trance on the dance floor. When she said we were going up to the second floor, I looked at her questioningly. That was until I saw the pink-haired boy behind her, waiting. I followed her lead, after thanking my guy for the dance. They both led me up the black staircase. Climbing the last step I looked over to startling red eyes, looking at mine. I felt hot all of a sudden. Natsu introduced us to his friends and plopped Lucy down next to him. It seems like she found a guy for the night.
I took the seat at the end, so I could leave when needed. This placed me right next to the hottie with red eyes. I did catch him checking me out. Not so subtle was he. A drink was passed to me and I took it gratefully. I could tell it was a shot. I don't usually do these but fuck it. I'll probably be alone at the end so might as well. I threw it back and saw his reaction out the corner of my eye. He was smirking at me.
"My name is Levy." I waited for his reply, turning my eyes to him. I also got a better look. He wore a black button-down with black jeans. His long black hair was pulled back. Piercings adorned his face. Oddly, I liked them. He didn't reply. Did he hear me? "Hello? Anyone home?" I waved at his face. He smirked again. He was enjoying this.
"Gajeel is my name." He leaned over to my ear, his breath hot and seductive on my skin. "Are you done checking me out?" I blushed. I thought it was subtle. I was caught red-handed. Two can play at this game. "Sorry, just repaying the favor." He seemed surprised but it was too dark to see if he was as red as I. He chuckled instead. "What if I wanted to be caught? This doesn't seem to be your type of place. Were you dragged in here?" Shock overcame my face at his remark.
"I wouldn't say I was dragged. I came willingly, but no. I don't come here often. At least not by myself or with friends. Lucy luckily got me in. Without her, I wouldn't be in here on my own." Another shot was handed to me. I shouldn't cause at this rate I'll be more than just intoxicated. Fuck it. I threw it back which erupted cheers from the others in the group. "Baby Blue can knock it back. Let's keep it going!." The brunette kept pouring them, but it seemed she drank most of them anyway.
"Don't worry about Cana. She'll be too drunk to notice your empty cup, at least for a little while longer," Gajeel mentioned. It made me feel a little better. I won't be too pressured. Members of the group stood up. "We're gonna go dance. And maybe get a chick tonight." As everyone started leaving, I stayed put. I needed a breather. Lucy gave me a wink as she followed Natsu down the staircase with the other members. This left me with Gajeel and Cana. But she seemed to be too invested in drinking to chat. I felt the heat rising to my cheeks. I was left with him. What do I do?
He finished off the rest of his drink and glanced at me. "You didn't want to go dance?" I looked at him. "I don't dance very often. Not the greatest at it." He chuckled. "I saw you dancing earlier. Seemed to enjoy yourself." He was watching me? Cana gave me another shot. "Baby Blue you just need to drink more and let yourself go." I looked at the clear liquid. Maybe she was right. Let's do this. I threw my last shot back and looked at Gajeel. He raised his eyebrow at me. "Come dance with me."
"What?" Did I hear her right? She repeated herself. "Come dance with me. I could use the company. And it doesn't seem like you're doing anything." I mean she was right in some ways. "I don't dance. Go find the guy from earlier." She pouted. "Fine. Who'd want to dance with you anyway." She strutted away and down the staircase. This let me get a good look at the back of her. The halter dress gave access to her neck and back. My eyes followed down. The dress definitely showed off her ass. And it looked good. I groaned inwardly. I'll probably regret this.
"Go dance with her jackass. She's probably the only chick who would ask you." I looked at the drunkard. "What do you know anyway?" Cana laughed. "I know how girls act Gajeel. She wanted your attention for some ungodly reason. Just go and enjoy yourself. Maybe you'll get some action." She has a point. "Fine. I'm going," I said standing up and heading to the staircase. Where is she? I glanced around till I spotted blue. I noticed that she was dancing with someone, rather provocative for someone like her.
I headed over to her spot, pushing through the crowded mess to reach her. I tapped the guy on the shoulder to get his attention. He gave me a glare showing that he didn't want to release the girl. I gave him a fake-out, just enough to get him scared and that worked. He backed off and I replaced his arms with mine. Wrapping them around her tiny waist. I didn't realize how small she was compared to me. I don't think she even noticed that I was behind her now.
I bent my head down to her head. She smelled like lavender and rose. Probably her shampoo. I helped move her hips to the beat as the songs merged and changed. She rose her arms up behind her and wrapped them around my neck. She kept grinding against me, lost in the music. This dress allowed access to her neck and with her hair up, I couldn't resist. I leaned down and started to give her light kisses down her neck and around her ear. I must've hit a sweet spot since he gave out a light moan. It was drowned out in the music so only I could hear it. I growled in her ear and flicked my tongue up the shell of it. "Who knew you'd be so naughty. Is it me or the alcohol?"
I heard her gasp. Most likely from realizing it was me and not the other guy. She glanced back at me. "G-Gajeel? When did you get down here?" I chuckled and continued and my light assault on her milky skin. "I only just got here. Seems like you needed company." She rolled her head back against my chest, allowing me more access to her. She started to breathe heavier the more I continued. The grip on her waist tightened as I pulled her closer against me. I trapped her against me. "Do you want me to go?," I asked, hoping the answer would be no.
"No. Don't go. Stay," I replied. What was I saying? He surprised me when he replaced the other dude. His kisses felt good against my neck. Maybe I could get him home tonight. He held me closer to him. I could feel his hard chest against my back. I could also feel the slight bulge forming. At least that was a good sign. I decided it was time to get friskier if I was going to get him in my bed. I pushed back a little harder and wiggled my hips so I rub up against his bulge. I heard him let out a slight his. His voice was low and sexy in my ear. "What do you think you're doing?" I smiled. It was working. I reached my mouth up to his ear, this would also let him look down my dress. "I'm dancing. What are you doing?"
I caught his glance. The alcohol in my system buzzed through me, helping me break this shell. I turned to face him. His hands fell to cup my ass, as I pressed my breasts against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, thankful for the heels. I put my lips up to his ear, giving him a light kiss on his neck, please when the red lipstick left an impression. I grinded my front against him now, holding on to him tightly. He grunted in response and left me staring into his red eyes.
"What do you think you're doing shrimp? You're heading down a dangerous road." I smiled up at him. "Mine's a little more dangerous. Wanna come down?," I asked, running my tongue up his neck. Next, I knew, his hand was tangled in my hair pulling my head to him. My eyes widened in shock and I felt his lips against mine. His lips were so soft. I wrapped my fingers in his hair. It was softer than I thought.
He moved my lips against him, lightly biting on my bottom lip. I gasped and he snuck his tongue in. I melted slightly. We fought lightly for dominance, but he was intoxicating and I let him take over. He had a slight taste of scotch. He grasped my ass and played with it in his hands. At this rate, the whole club will see my bare butt from my dress rising. We pulled away for air, breathing heavily. I already missed his heat. He looked at me and rubbed his thumb under my lip.
"Let's not ruin your lipstick here. I'd rather not let others see." My knees buckled slightly as his recommendation. I looked up at him through heavy lids. "Yours or mine?" He smirked. He bent down and whispered in my ear, "Whichever is closer." I nodded and grabbed his hand as I followed him out of the exit and into the night.