A/N : Inspired by stories that have old classmates of Bella's encounter her, post change. Found with group of about a dozen half written stories or various chapters for stories, written back in 2013 or so.
Timeline for this one - 2 years or so after Bella graduates.
Somewhere in Seattle, 9pm at night.
"Come on Bella, no getting out of this!" Alice scolded, her hands on her hips, her foot tapping impatiently. Despite being a good five inches shorter than Bella, she was much more terrifying when she wasn't getting her way.
Taking a completely unnecessary breath to deal with a last-minute bout of nerves, Bella got out of the back of the big limousine they had rented for tonight, and she joined Rosalie and Alice out on the dark street.
Looking around, ignoring the dim, dirty lighting and atrocious smell that bothered her heightened senses, she saw that they were standing in front of a back-alley entrance of the club that they would be performing at tonight.
So far, as she scanned the filthy alleyway, Bella was not impressed.
Alice, however, looked chipper and excited. She practically danced up the steps to the metal, graffiti covered door that led to the back of the club and knocked sharply while Bella gave herself an internal pep-talk, trying to convince herself that this would be fun.
Amateur night at 'Skin Tones' - probably the least sleazy adult club in Seattle - was always a blast, at least according to Emmett and Jasper (and some reviews on the net). Alice also said it was fun, and though Rosalie didn't use quite those words, Bella saw through her hard exterior and saw the tiniest quirk of her lips. For Rosalie, that was a pretty big tell.
When Alice had first broached the subject of performing here, several months ago, Bella's response had been, predictably, a vehement NO. There was zero chance of Bella getting on stage and doing a semi-stripper routine in front of a bunch of randy humans. Heck, Bella didn't even like wearing short skirts!
But Alice was patient, and worked on her, slowly wearing her down, building her self-confidence, and hinting at how much fun it would be if she did something like that for Edward. How empowering, how freeing, it could be. How possessive Edward would become, how wild their 'after' activities might be.
And the idea slowly took hold from there.
Alice admitted that she and Rosalie had turned this into a sort of tradition. How every ten years or so they would find a strip club with an amateur night, where they could show off a bit. The last time, they said, they had gone with the Denali Sisters in Alaska, about twelve years ago, and had an absolute blast. And how, a few months later, Jasper and Emmett were talked into doing their own stripper routine at a club for women, and how the happy couples hadn't gotten out of bed for days afterwards.
It took some work to finally convince Bella (okay, a lot of work, and promises of 'no Bella Barbie' for 3 months) to finally agree, but after she said 'yes', a private pole dancing lesson was arranged for her with a woman teacher that Alice had found. For comradery sake, all the girls took the lesson, and Bella found it to be fun and exciting, and a great bonding activity with her sisters.
In fact, Bella enjoyed it so much, that getting her to agree to a subsequent lap-dance lesson was not too difficult.
And tonight, Bella would be putting her lessons to work as she and her sisters strutted their stuff at Skin Tones Amateur Night!
Blinking to clear her head, Bella watched Alice knock twice more on the metal door; finally, a gruff, burly bouncer-type opened it, a dim orange light behind him casting his shadow over the three girls who looked up at him with serene confidence as he grumbled at them. His bored demeanor only lasted a moment, however; once he got a good look at them, his expression changed from annoyance to open-mouthed astonishment. It was comedic to watch as his eyes darted from herself, to Alice, to Rosalie, and then back again, moving about like a ricocheting ball in an old-style pinball game.
Alice sidled right up to him, and Bella giggled as the man practically drooled on her. Rosalie, despite looking disgusted at the display, didn't fool Bella: Rose loved the effect that their 'charms' elicited in men, and Bella knew her well enough now to recognize when she was secretly pleased. And when Rosalie glanced over at her and saw her smirk, she couldn't help the twitch of her lips, before turning away and crossing her arms with a huff.
Bella grinned, playfully nudging Rosalie's shoulder, and getting a small smile in return: the two of them had come a long way since the spring of Junior year and were truly sisters now.
Alice, meanwhile, spoke quickly to the bouncer, reminding him who they were and explaining that she and her sisters were the special guests of Mr. Beard (the supposed name of the club owner). The Cullen's, Alice explained, were VIPs for tonight's Amateur Night. And then a second man came to the door and verified her story, letting the bouncer know it was all right to let them in through the backdoor.
As Alice, Rosalie and Bella were ushered inside, Bella was pleased that they didn't need to wait with the other Amateur Night girls who were entering through the side entranceway of the building, showing their ID's before being allowed in. Bella had a perfectly fine ID of course, that wasn't the problem. Rather, the side door was right at the front corner of the building, where all the men who were queuing up to get into the club were standing behind long velvet ropes. The men, while they waited to get in, spent their time there snapping photos, wolf-whistling and trying to get phone numbers of the girls waiting on the admittance line.
And while Rosalie might not have minded too much, Bella was nervous enough as it was and didn't want to be subject to that just yet. She had never been one for PDAs of any kind, and she was still psyching herself up, knowing she would soon be pole dancing in front of an audience of horny, human men.
Thankfully, the walk through the noisy corridor was quick, and the girls were led into the dressing room area; this was basically a single, large room with thick curtains segregating different sections. On one end of the room, a very long coat rack spanned the entire width of the wall, probably ten feet wide. It was stacked with burlesque outfits of all kinds, all freshly cleaned (supposedly) and ready for any of the performers to use at their whim.
Out of curiosity, Bella's eyes scanned them quickly, amazed at the variety of the costumes. One section - the largest – had the typical strip-club outfits you would expect, such as police officer shorty shorts and billy club, Playboy bunny outfits, bikini's of various shape and sheerness, biker chick costumes, and others.
However, towards the far end, some of the more outrageous outfits surprised her: Wonder Woman's outfit and lasso, Marilyn Monroe glitter top with plumes and feathers, Wicked Witch of the East outfit with cutouts for the chest and groin and green makeup, a corset and dress that might have belonged in Victorian England, Masquerade mask with long and thick phallic nose, and even a Nun's habit!
Shaking her head in amazement, Bella was very happy that Alice came prepared, and had a duffel bag with their outfits and props already chosen; Bella didn't think she would have been very comfortable wearing one of the outfits from the rack.
As they settled in front of a pair of chairs near a makeup table, Alice turned to talk to a man who stuck his head in, seeing if everything was okay. Bella heard them discussing the recording devices Alice had brought with them. Recording was a big no-no, completely against club rules; however, Alice had been very persuasive, and was not above using bribery when needed. And she promised the club owner that only their own performances would be recorded, and their staff could look at the videos before letting the Cullen's leave with them.
Of course, Alice had looked ahead into the future to see which arguments would sway them, but luckily all that really needed to be done was a hefty bribe and a coy smile.
Bella had asked Alice earlier that day why the recording was so necessary; Alice had turned, and winked at her. 'It's For Edward – he will love it!.'
Bella looked at her askance. "Why not just invite him to the club instead? This way he can see it live?!"
Alice and Rosalie exchanged an exasperated look, and then Alice began to chuckle. "Ah Bella, still so innocent."
When Bella still didn't get it, Alice shook her head sadly. "Bella, Edward will hear the thoughts in every man's head while you are on that stage. He will be so incensed, that there are several possible outcomes, none of them good."
"What does that mean?" Bella asked with narrowed eyes, crossing her arms. Surely Edward wouldn't lose control and cause trouble for them!
Rosalie scoffed. "Go on Alice, tell her."
Alice grimaced. "Well, in about a third of my visions, he races onto the stage, roars at the crowd and screams 'MINE' like a caveman, and then drags you out of there, over his shoulder."
Bella giggled when she pictured that. "Okay, I can see that might upset you, but that's not so bad, is it?" In fact, Bella thought that might be kind of fun.
Alice gave her a pointed look. "Yes, Bella, but that's only about one in three. The rest…, well, he ends up running through the audience, breaking a lot of arms and wrists and hands, causing a mass panic and riot, and forcing us to have to move away."
Bella blanched, imagining Edward running through the club at vampire speed and snapping the arms of the poor human men. But then she looked at Alice, confused. "That's so out of character for Edward! Why would he break their hands?" she asked naively.
Alice put her hand over her mouth and giggled while Rosalie just shook her head in amusement, scoffing again. "Bella, Alice means that Edward will break the hands of all the men that are jerking off, fantasizing about you, while your doing your striptease!"
"Oh…OHHH!" Bella trailed off, eyes wide, finally getting it.
"Hmm, yes, 'Oh' indeed," Rosalie said, laughing. She looked at her sister for a long second, finally shaking her head again in fond amusement." Don't ever change, Bella. Your innocence is one of your most charming traits."
If Bella could have blushed, she would have been bright red right then.
And then Alice shushed them, and opened the duffel bags. The night was about to begin.
A/N
In this story, if you like, you can pretend Irina is still alive (perhaps she never came to bury the hatchet? and thus never spotted Renesmee hunting); thus, the Volturi confrontation never happened, so the Cullen's are not quite as cautious as they otherwise might be.
Either way, it won't affect the story.