Big thanks to Naomi for the outfit idea ;)
She was actually nervous.
Elizabeth couldn't remember the last time she was nervous. The first few times she was required to perform she made sure she was drunk enough not to remember the next morning, after that she always had a couple of shots of Tequila, Vodka, Scotch, whatever was handy.
But three beers, two glasses of vodka and cranberry and a shot of apple schnapps later she still felt her insides doing somersaults and her hands were trembling so hard she didn't think she'd be able to grab onto the damn pole.
All because of that gorgeous bastard Jason Morgan.
She wanted to impress him and she hated that. She was supposed to simply walk in here, dance a few nights, earn some money and move on. She couldn't imagine actually living in this town. She didn't know what the hell people did around here for entertainment. When she saw the ad, she knew it was a place to hole up in and that was what she was planning to do.
Until she sat down on the edge of that desk this morning, stared into the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen and decided that she had to have this man if it were the last thing she did on this earth.
Of course she would prefer that Sonny didn't walk in the next time she was trying to seduce him.
If there was a next time, that is.
She came back from shopping around two and no one had seen or heard from Jason since he disappeared with Sonny that afternoon. She heard the guards talking about his griping that he really wasn't fit for this job and he wanted to get back out and do what he was hired to do.
Much to his displeasure, he was still around.
She was also very grateful to hear that Sonny Corinthos was no where in sight tonight. At least if she wanted to try and make another move he wouldn't be walking in on them.
Elizabeth gave Peggy a forced smile as the woman came down the stairs, reaching for her red silk robe and draping it around her naked body.
"They're all warmed up for ya there, kid," Peggy smiled as she pulled on one of Elizabeth's pig tails. "You're gonna knock 'em dead. Pretty soon Mr. Corinthos will have you as the closer."
"Oh I don't know about that," Elizabeth said with a nervous laugh, "Who's all out there?"
"Some guys I saw from last night, some new people, no cops," Peggy shrugged, "Uniformed anyway and the guards are there. Mr. Morgan just came behind the bar."
"Jas…Mr. Morgan's here?" Elizabeth asked as she pushed the curtain aside slightly and her eyes searched the bar. Sure enough he stood behind it, listening to something that Francis was saying and nursing a cold beer.
"He just came in I heard," Peggy said as she watched Elizabeth, "Look honey, I know you've said you've been around and all but one thing you gotta know…"
"I've been around," Elizabeth said releasing the curtain and looking at Peggy, "And I'm tired of having to defend myself to people. Trust me when I say that I know what I'm doing."
Peggy smiled as she placed her hand against Elizabeth's cheek, "Trust me when I say that I've been around a hell of a lot longer than you have and going after the boss is never a good thing. It'll start problems with the girls; it'll start problems with Mr. Corinthos as well."
"I'm not going after anybody," Elizabeth said as the lights dimmed again on the stage, "I'm here to do a job and I'm going to do it." She hesitated before she made her way up the stairs, "I do appreciate it Peggy but what're your saying...it's rare you know, people looking out for each other in this business."
"I'm a rarity," Peggy said flashing her a smile, "Them girls you're rooming with ain't."
Elizabeth laughed as she pulled aside the curtain again and headed onto the stage. That much she knew.
Jason nodded as he listened to Francis run down how things were going at the club before he returned. He thought it would be safer if he stayed away from Elizabeth Webber for a little while and working off some steam in the frigid winter air did his body some good.
Of course he called Max to find out what time the dancers would be doing their routines to make sure he missed Elizabeth's. He wasn't going to be walking into that tonight. After being given the okay by Sonny and having Elizabeth practically throw herself at him this morning he wanted to make sure he avoided all temptation.
He knew women were trouble, he knew they didn't mix with business and he'd be damn if he was going to be caught with his pants down.
Literally.
Jason's eyebrows drew together as he took another swig of his beer. Britney Spears was playing over the club's speaker system and he wasn't sure if this was some perverted request or that one of the girls were actually crazy enough to dance to this.
He turned to Francis to ask him but the bodyguard's eyes were on the stage full grin plastered on his face.
Jason's eyes followed his and were met with Elizabeth Webbers dark blue ones.
He knew that smirk on her face was all for him.
He slammed the beer bottle down on the bar and aimed his rage at Francis, "I called Max earlier tonight and…"
"There was a schedule mix up," Francis said as he skirted out of Jason's reach, "There's something in the back that I have to check into."
And with laughter echoing in Jason's ears he watched his bodyguard disappear down the hall and into the kitchen. Francis was a dead man tomorrow that was for sure.
Jason sighed and picked up his beer, trying to keep his eyes focused on everything else in the club, everything but that damn girl on stage, however it was useless. His eyes found hers as her body gyrated to 'Hit Me Baby One More Time'.
The only thing that made it worse was that damn school girl outfit.
Elizabeth was on stage in a short red plaid skirt with a matching tie and a plain white top that tied just below her breasts. She also had on matching white thigh-his and some black Mary Jane's to complete the outfit.
A pervert's number one fantasy.
He was feeling like one as she tugged on the tie, pulled it over her head and tossed it out into the crowd. Then her fingers were playing with the button on the skirt before she turned around and shook her ass for the roaring crowd.
He shifted behind the bar, his jeans becoming incredibly uncomfortable as the skirt came loose and she whipped it around her head before her fingers let it fall to the stage. There she stood in a pair of fire engine red lace boy shorts and a white top that she was tugging at.
He watched as the knot came loose, watched as her fingers pulled the pieces of cotton away from her breasts, watched as more and more of that creamy white skin was made available for all to see.
Then he realized that he couldn't watch anymore. He threw his bottle into the trash, relishing in the sound of glass breaking and stormed into the back office, slamming the door so hard he thought he loosened a few hinges.
He didn't know what it was about that woman but he did know that he had to stay the hell away from her.
"Hasn't been here three days and she's already getting fired," Candy snickered as Elizabeth came off the stage tying her shirt quickly and then reaching to fasten her skirt. She had tossed the shoes and thigh-his back there before she exited.
"Ignore them," Peggy said as she placed an arm around Elizabeth and offered her, her blue robe, "They're jealous."
"Jealous?" Crystal laughed, "That I pissed the boss off so bad he stormed into his office? Man, you must be one horrible dancer."
"Back off, Crystal," Karen said coming up to stand behind Peggy.
"What happened?" Elizabeth asked.
She had to pretend that her eyes weren't on Jason the whole time she was on stage. She didn't want anyone to know that she faltered slightly when she saw the storm clouds appear in his eyes before he disappeared into the back.
She didn't want anyone to know how that affected her.
"He's just a little tense, that's all," Peggy said. "And I'm sure it has something to do with the other business he runs."
"Right," Candy said rolling her eyes as she made her way towards the stage, "The coffee warehouse."
Elizabeth slipped the blue robe around her shoulders and belted it loosely. She was still somewhat dressed but she didn't like the feeling parading around in a skirt short enough to show off her Victoria Secret undergarments and a shirt that you could see right through.
"I don't think I'm going to make friendly tonight," Elizabeth said looking at Peggy, "Can you cover for me?"
Peggy nodded, "Karen and I will take care of anyone asking for ya. Don't pay no attention to them Barbie twits, they don't know real talent when they see it."
Elizabeth gave her another forced smile and disappeared down the hallway that lead to the backstairs which would deposit her into the room she shared with four other woman. Instead of heading upstairs, she made her way straight to the office that housed Jason.
He could run from her all he wanted but she was about to pin him down with something that no man could resist.
Tears.
Jason placed the accounting book in the desk drawer. He finally figured the damn thing out and as long as they hired someone who knew what to put in the debit and credit column it didn't look like it was going to get screwed up anytime soon.
He sighed and leaned back in the leather chair. Now he had to sit here for the next two hours till the club closed and find something to do. He hated being cooped up in doors, he'd rather be out there investigating something or doing what Sonny really paid him to do. This management job wasn't really him.
And keeping an eye on Elizabeth Webber was slowly chipping away at his self control.
She was a beautiful woman, even though she looked like a child. He couldn't get over the way her face light up when she smiled, the way her eyes danced when she flirted, the way she managed to slip off her clothes so easily…
A sudden knock on his door interrupted his thoughts and before he realized what he was doing he had barked a hello that scarily resembled his boss Sonny Corinthos.
The woman who was dancing around his mind poked her head in the door, "If your busy, I can…I can't take this up with Francis," she said quietly.
His brain yelled for her to do so but his body jumped out of the chair and waved her into the office. He was asking for trouble and she was it with a capital 'T'.
Elizabeth came into the office slowly and closed the door behind her, flicking the switch on the lock with a hand that was covered in the folds of her blue robe. She turned to him with a tear stained face.
"I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Morgan," she sniffled, "I just wanted to collect last night and this night's pay and be on my way."
Jason walked towards her, knowing it was a mistake and reached out to touch her face, "What happened? Did someone do something to you? Was it a customer?"
She shook her head as her lower lip trembled, "No it's just…I can't…" she sniffled again as she tried desperately to hang onto the tears that clung to her eyelashes.
What lovely eyelashes, Jason thought.
"I keep making you so mad," she said, "And I don't want to do that. I mean your slamming things because of me and Candy and Crystal said that I caused you to throw a beer bottle. Mr. Morgan I never wanted to upset you. I am so sorry. I just really need the pay or else I would've left quietly."
Jason studied her for a moment, those puppy dog eyes; the way her face curled up as she sniffled. Elizabeth Webber didn't seem like the kind of person to take things lying down.
She also didn't seem like the kind of person to cry very easily.
"You want to tell me the real reason you're back here or should I go ask Crystal and Candy?"
She stomped her foot and that seemed more like the Elizabeth Webber he was getting to know. She reached her hand up to brush the fake tears from her eyes and glared at him.
"What the hell is your problem?" she asked, "This morning you were in here ready to have me on the desk…"
"What?" he asked his eyes wide, "You were the one…"
"And all of a sudden I go up there to dance and you just disappear, like you can't even bare to look at me. Does my body sicken you? Is that it? Were you just teasing me this morning, see if I fuck you so then you can fire me for some inane reason?" she asked, "Well, tell me! I don't know what I did to get in your craw but I really need this job and any bonus that comes along with it and I'd appreciate it if you would just let me know if I'm going to be around for a while or just until you're tired of keeping me dangling on a string and furthermore…"
Jason smirked as he leaned against the edge of the desk. She didn't seem to realize that he could've easily fired her for mouthing off to the boss but no, she just kept right on rambling and he had to admit it brought out a little bit of innocence in her. Something he knew that was lost a long time ago in each of these girls.
She stopped and bit her lip when she realized he was grinning at her, his eyes becoming stormy again and she had wondered if she had gone too far. Coming in here with tears she thought she'd definitely have Jason Morgan at her beck and call but apparently he'd been around too many women before because he had seen right through her. Now she was just mad and wondering what he was going to do with her.
"I don't want to get involved with any of the women here," he said, "This isn't where I plan to stay. This isn't my real job."
"This isn't where I plan to stay either," she said as she made a tentative step towards him. When he made no argument or no movement she took another, "So while we're staying, why don't we have a little fun?"
Then he moved, away from the desk and back behind it, placing himself in the leather chair and looking up at her.
"I don't think that's a good idea," he said as he folded his hands in his lap.
Obvious sign to her that she was getting to him once again, but she wasn't going to crawl up on the desk, no, this time things were going to get more intimate.
"You know," she said walking around the side of the desk, "The last guy I worked for, real upstanding citizen, business suit and all, kinda like Sonny, he hated it when I went out there parading around in front of all those other men, couldn't stand to watch me strip for other people."
"This something you do?" Jason asked as she leaned down and braced her hands on the arms of the chair, turning him to face her, "Sleep with all your other bosses."
"I'm a woman, Mr. Morgan," she said quietly as she moved closer to him, "I have to claw my way to the top and yes I will do whatever it takes to get there."
"That what you're doing with me?" he asked as she smiled and leaned back, fiddling with the knot on her robe.
"You couldn't stand it either," she said as she pulled it loose and he was given a tantalizing view of that creamy white skin he was so fond of, "Couldn't stand to watch me bare my breasts and all my other assets to Francis and Johnny and all those men."
She let that blue robe slip off one shoulder, then another, then down around her waist before it hit the floor and he was gazing at an up close view of that damn school girl outfit.
Bare feet, bare thighs, skirt short enough to reveal those wonderful red lace panties, tied white tee that was so see through he could see her nipples straining against it, begging for release.
His hands were itching to reach up and give it to them.
Even her fucking pigtails were turning him on.
"What do you say," she whispered as her fingers found the button on her skirt, "To a private show."