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Chapter 3

Word of the new dancer at The Queen's Club spread fast and the club was busier than it had been in a while. All the girls benefited from this, and with healthy, and friendly, competition, they were making more money than they had in a long time. Of course, those who did the lap dances and the back room made more, but Emma was happy just dancing. Regina loved the new partner dances, though she found that when watching Emma, she'd get all hot and bothered and a bit jealous when Lilly or Ruby would touch her. She had forbidden Zelena to dance with Emma after the two had a hot and heavy make out session on stage that left Regina reeling. She could swear Emma had been looking right at her the whole time they made out and it unnerved the brunette.

Mal had noticed Regina's actions and hired Jayme who looked a lot like Emma in hopes she'd ease the tension her boss exuded these days. She did not and Mal just shook her head at the woman. "You either need to fuck her or get over her, Regina. You're about to burst."

"I'm fine." Regina said, working on the books. "Besides, it's Emma's day off today."

"Thank gods." Mal mumbled as she watched out the windows as those who were in did their training. They were closed on Mondays and most Tuesdays unless they had private parties, but they would use those days to do trainings if needed. She furrowed her brow as she saw Emma come in with Lilly and went to the scheduling book. "It is her day off, so why is she here?"

Regina looked up from her desk and out to the floor to see Emma laughing with Lilly, Ruby, and Jayme. "I have no idea. Nothing better to do? Unless…do you think she's interested in giving lap dances? That's what the training is for today."

Mal raised a brow. "It could make her a ton of money."

"But she wouldn't. She has been adamant about no one touching her." Regina rolled her eyes. "Next she'll be wanting to work the back room."

"And what's so bad about that? It would make us more money."

"Emma's not that kind of girl. She shouldn't be doing that." Regina said, going back to her paperwork.

"Regina, none of the girls should be doing that, if we're being honest, but they do and they make good money. Seriously, you need to get over…"

"Stop. Just stop telling me what I need to do and go do your damn job."

Mal sighed and rolled her eyes as she left the office. She went to the girls and looked at Emma. "What are you doing here, Swan?" She knew she was taking her frustration out on Emma but she didn't care.

Emma was taken aback. "I…I just came to hang out until Lilly is done and then we've got appointments with the accountant. Am I not allowed here? Lilly said it was okay."

Mal sighed, now feeling guilty. "It's fine. I'm sorry, it's just been a tense morning."

Ruby smirked. "Boss lady all frustrated seeing Emma?"

"What?" Emma asked. "What do you mean?"

"Emma, don't tell me you're seriously that blind or naive." Zelena scoffed. "She's got the hots for you. She gets totally jealous when you get attention from anyone. That kiss we did? She yelled at me for an hour afterwards and told me I could never do that again."

Emma blushed and looked at Mal. "Is that true? Look, I don't want to be the cause of any issues or drama."

"It is true, but it's not your fault. Look, just go on like normal and she'll get over it." Mal said. "And I won't take out my frustration on you again. That was highly unprofessional and I'm sorry."

Emma shrugged. "It's fine." She then went to sit at the bar to fill out admission forms for school as Lilly got to work.

About a half hour later, she jumped as she heard a voice behind her. "Thought maybe you changed your mind about lap dances."

She turned and saw Regina, noticing for the first time the small smirk she held when she talked. "Nah. I wouldn't be good at it. I'm just waiting for Lilly so we can go see the accountant afterwards."

Regina sat next to Emma. "I think you'd be amazing at it, but as always, there's no pressure." She casually looked at the papers. "Going to school?"

"I'd like to. I've always wanted to get a degree in something, and I think I've finally figured out what for." She finished her water. "I'm thinking admin. I'd like to own my own business one day, though I admit, I'm not sure what it will be." She chuckled.

"Well, maybe you'll have your own club one day." Regina said, sipping her tonic water. "So, what makes you think you'd be no good at lap dancing?"

Emma shrugged. "I realized I'm okay with guys watching me dance, but I just don't think I could handle them touching me."

Regina noticed a look Emma got whenever she talked about getting touched. She knew that look from others. "You've been touched before, haven't you? When you didn't want it."

Emma nodded, looking down. "Too many times growing up. Foster care is good when it works, but when people who want kids for the wrong reasons slip through the cracks, it's terrible. Unless you're a kid lucky enough to have someone fighting for you, they don't care. They aren't going to waste their time with someone who has no one."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Emma and I do understand why you'd feel the way you do. However, this would be different as you would be in charge. You'd have all the power and some women find that exhilarating." Regina didn't know why she was pushing this with the blonde, but she just couldn't stop herself. "You know, we do get the female customers too. They find you just as hot as the men do and you could be a female only dancer."

"Really? I didn't know that was an option." Emma said and looked down. "I just don't know if I'd be any good." She bit her lip, thinking about what Zelena had told her. She tried hard to hide her smirk. "Could I maybe practice with you…in private?" Emma saw Regina's face turn red and noticed how flustered she looked and had no idea why that made her want to giggle.

"I um…well I suppose that's something we can set up. You work Wednesday, so maybe come in a half hour before…"

"Why not now? I mean, I have time, I'm here, and you don't have to pay me for it." Emma stated, though part of her was also nervous. "I even have a new outfit I could try out on you."

Regina swallowed though her throat remained dry. This was dangerous territory and it was almost as if Emma knew what she was doing. She shifted in her seat, feeling the heat and moisture already between her legs. "Fine." She heard herself say and instantly regretted it. "Be in my office in ten minutes." She then got up and headed up the steps to her office, knowing Emma was watching every move.

Emma had no idea what she was playing at but now, it was real. "Shit." She said, going back to the changing room. She moussed up her hair, getting the curls to look perfect, put on some make up and then her new outfit. She had black and silver high heals with attached "stocking" that basically consisted of two strips of rhinestone cladded leather that crisscrossed up each leg and attached to leather garter belts around her thighs. There was a black leather collar that was also studded in rhinestones that attached to a barely there bikini top, again in black leather with rhinestones. From there, two thin straps of leather crisscrossed across both her stomach and back and connected to a black thong with rhinestones in the front. The only thing she hadn't accounted for was the scars on her back, but if she left her hair down and didn't turn around, Regina wouldn't see them. Though, it really didn't matter as Regina was her boss and not an actual client. The truth was, she had practiced with Lilly before as she found she did like dancing and the 'power' it seemed to give her, but she didn't know if she was ready to dance for anyone else.

"Emma? What in the world were you and Regina talking about and why are you dressed like that when we're closed?" Mal asked, coming into the room.

"I um…well I asked if I could give her a private lap dance to see if I'm any good." Emma said, trying to sound innocent.

"In other words, you challenged her and she took it." Mal rolled her eyes. "Emma, you're playing with fire. Regina…she's got a great heart that she doesn't show often, but if she likes you like I suspect she does, she will protect her heart for fear of getting hurt."

Emma sighed. "Mal, it's just a little fun. I'm not going to hurt her; I have no intentions of that."

"I get it, but just be careful."

Emma put her robe on and shrugged. "I mean, you could come and watch too if you wanted. If I do this, Regina said I could be a 'women only' dancer so practice would be good."

"Regina wouldn't like that today, but if it's something you do decide on doing, you will practice with me so you can learn how to handle handsy women. We do not let dancers out there until they can handle anything thrown at them."

Emma gave a nod. "I see. Wish me luck." She said and headed up to Regina's office.

Mal sighed. "Good luck to both of you."

Emma came into Regina's office and cleared her throat. Regina had been pretending to work and held a finger up as she finished typing on her computer before turning the screen off. She then stood and took one of the chairs in her office and put it in the middle of the room. She sat down and looked at Emma. "For this, I'm going to act like a good customer. I won't touch you unless you guide my hands to do so. You know the rules, I presume?"

"Yes. No kissing, no letting them touch between our legs and no touching any of their private areas."

"Good." Regina pointed over to a table where her music was set up. Pick a song and try it out." Regina inwardly focused on anything but the blonde in her office. She has terrible jokes. She told herself, preparing for what was to come. Emma went over and scrolled through and smirked as she picked one and then took a breath. She hit play and then turned and dropped her robe. Regina looked up as Beyonce's 'Naughty Girl' came on and all her resolve was gone. Damn, she wanted the blonde bad. She wanted to take those straps around her body and pull them until she was in her lap and…fuck. Now she was dancing.

Emma stared at Regina; a predator watching her prey. She had no idea where this attitude and confidence came from, but the way Regina was looking at her just egged her on. She could see want, lust, even need in Regina's eyes and she loved it. She was in control and if this was how it was out on the floor, she wanted it. Emma moved her body to the music, gyrating her hips, rolling her stomach, swishing her hair as she slowly moved closer to the woman in the chair.

Regina swallowed, though any moisture in her body was very much in her southern regions. Emma oozed sex appeal and confidence and Regina felt she was in a trap. Dead puppies, maggots, mother in her underwear. Regina needed to think of anything but the blonde in front of her. Too fucking late. Emma straddled her and brought her body so close to Regina that she could smell her vanilla body spray. The woman was too damn sexy for her own good and part of Regina wanted to just take her and show her who the real predator in the room was. She watched as Emma smiled and slid to her knees in front of Regina, running her hands up Regina's legs but stopping just at the edge of the 'safe zone'. Don't fucking stop. Keep going, touch me, fuck me. Regina closed her eyes a moment as Emma stood and turned, her now perfect ass just inches away from her. She was a bit surprised when Emma took her hand and brought it to touch her ass, smirking over her shoulder as she then moved it down her leg. Regina wanted to do more, wanted to pull Emma on top of her, wrap her arm around her and shove her fingers…what are those marks? She thought to herself as she noticed scarring on Emma's back she had never noticed before.

Emma knew the moment she fucked up because Regina's whole demeanor changed. She went from looking sexually frustrated to a look of pity and Emma knew she was looking at her scars. She should have asked Mal to cover them and chastised herself for not doing so. She turned around and as the music ended, she stepped away and got her robe. "I'm sorry. I…usually I have Lilly to put make up over them, so the customers don't see. I forgot…I'm sorry."

Regina shook her head, coming out of her fog. Emma's confidence was completely gone, and she now looked like a vulnerable child; probably much how she looked when she got those scars. "Emma, there's nothing to be sorry for." Regina said and then cleared her throat as it was still dry. She went to her desk and took a drink of water before offering Emma her own water bottle. "That was amazing, Swan. You are very good at this and I think you should seriously consider doing more of it. Mal can give private training as she usually does for handling handsy customers and then you can work with Grace on some choreography. We could have you giving women lap dances by the end of next week." She looked up at Emma and her heart broke as she saw the blonde wiping away some tears. She gave the woman a couple seconds and then sat back in her chair. "Emma, there's nothing to be upset about."

Emma sniffed, taking a breath. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm letting this get to me. It's just…you say it's no big deal, but I saw how it changed you the moment you saw them. You had pity in your eyes, and I can't stand that look. It's hard to feel sexy when you feel so vulnerable."

Regina sighed and went over to Emma, taking her hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you a look of pity. All I could think was what the hell you had to have gone through to get those scars. You don't owe me an explanation, you don't have to tell me anything, but please know that those scars don't define you. You are beautiful, sexy, and a powerhouse when you want to be. Remember that, Emma. You are not a victim of your past if you don't let yourself be."

Emma nodded and took a few deep breaths. "Thanks. Sorry, I don't know why I got so emotional."

"It's fine, Emma. Now, is this something you'd like to pursue? Maybe at least do the training with Mal?"

Emma thought for a moment and nodded. "I think so. If I can handle grabby women, I will keep going with it. Before you saw the scars, I was feeling good and in power like you said I would."

"Good. Emma, this is going to bring you more attention and more money which also means, more jealousy."

"It's fine. The girls aren't as bad anymore about it."

"Great, then go ahead and get changed and expect a call from Mal later to set up a time for training. As always, if you change your mind at any time, it's okay."

"Sounds good." Emma said, feeling a bit better about everything. "Thanks, Regina."

When Emma left, Regina sat back in her chair and ran her fingers through her hair. She then locked her door and went to the sofa in her office, doing something she rarely ever did. With the lights turned low, she undid the button on her dress pants and slid her hand inside. She closed her eyes and pictured the blonde in front of her, her body gyrating and her breasts heaving inches from her face. Regina was soaking and she easily slid two fingers inside herself, biting her hand to stop herself from moaning. She moved her body as if Emma was on top of her, her fingers curling inside her. "Fuck yes, Emma." She moaned as her orgasm hit her hard. She took a few moments to calm her heart and steady her breathing before she removed her hand and sighed. "You're going to be the death of me, Swan."

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"Come on baby, give Mama what she paid for." Mal said, pulling Emma onto her lap and sliding her hands up the blonde's legs.

Flustered, Emma tried taking Mal's hands and guiding them to a more appropriate spot as she kept moving her body. "I am, sweetie, just sit back and relax." She cooed softly, moving Mal's hands to her stomach.

Mal almost rolled her eyes as she moved her hands behind Emma's back and pulled her close. "Wrong move."

Emma sighed and closed her eyes. "Damnit."

"You were right in moving my hands off your legs, but by moving them to your stomach, you gave me the ability to pull you close. Switch spots." She said, getting up and having Emma sit down. She sat in Emma's lap and took her hands. "Okay, your hands up on my legs. I take them, give you that sit back and relax speech, then I lace my fingers with yours, making you feel special and distracting you as I stand back up and regain control." She said, doing the movements as she explained them. "I know you think I'm being dramatic and that this would never happen, but it does. Surprisingly, drunk women can be worse than men. Of course, if there's someone you just cannot get control over, you give security the sign."

"Right." Emma nodded with a sigh. The sign was to basically stare down security until they come over and check on them. "And I'll still be on the don't touch list? I still don't want guys touching me."

"Right. We're actually redoing the lists. We're going to have it split into Dancers only, Lap Dances for Men, for Women and for both Genders, and Only touch while giving you a lap dance. We're going to basically have a picture of each of you and under it will be what your specialties are. As you know, we don't advertise the back room. I know it's going to seem confusing, and we need to have a bit of room while they get used to it. If a man touches you, the first thing you do is nicely remind him that you're on the do not touch list. If he keeps it up, then you get me involved. Don't be surprised if there are some nights where there aren't women here for lap dances."

"I'm actually counting on that." Emma stated. "I don't know that I could do this every night."

"You don't have to. However, we're getting a rather large bachelorette party in two weeks for a lesbian couple and they booked the place for a private party that Tuesday. I asked them how they'd feel about having a newly trained dancer, and she agreed to it. I thought that way you can start out without the usual crowed watching. How does that sound?"

"Perfect. Do you think I'm ready?"

"Yes. I think we need to work a bit more on the handsy ones, but I do think you're ready."

Emma smirked. "You just want to touch me some more."

Mal laughed and playfully smacked Emma's ass. "If I really wanted to touch you, I could. I could have you begging for it in seconds, Princess."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Between you and Regina, I don't know who's worse."

Regina watched from her office, her stress ball in her hand, clenching her jaw every time Mal touched Emma. "So, that's the Swan Princess you've got your eyes on?" Cora asked as she joined her daughter at the window. Cora didn't come in often, but when she did, she loved seeing what Regina had done to the place.

"You've been talking to Zelena?" Regina asked, rolling her eyes.

"It's not hard to see, dear. You're vein is popping out every time Mal touches the girl." She said, touching Regina's forehead vein. "She's cute and from what I hear, she's kind and has a good heart. Why don't you go for it, Regina?"

Regina sighed and turned around. "Mom, I'm her boss, I'm about fifteen years older than her, and she…could hurt me." She added quietly.

Cora looked at her daughter and wrapped her arms around her. "Regina, you'll never find love again if you only worry about getting hurt. I know it killed you with Daniel and I know it was hard to move on from that, but my dear, you could be happy again."

Regina blinked the tears. "Mom, please don't. I loved him, I gave him everything I had, and it wasn't enough. I would have done anything for him, and he goes and takes my heart and stomps on it dragging it with him as he left."

"I know my darling, I know." Cora said, rubbing circles on Regina's back. "I'm sorry I brought it up, I truly am, but imagine having someone who can take that pain away."

"And you think that blonde down there can do that?"

"I think if you let her in, she could do that and more."

Regina sighed and faced the window again, wiping her tears. "She's my employee, mom, and she's fifteen years younger than me."

"So? Okay the employee thing could get a bit tricky; especially as she's using the money to go to school, but so long as you trust her, that's all that matters. The age thing is nothing, dear. She's legal; that's all that matters. Do you think she likes you?"

"I have no idea. Does Zelena know?"

"Zelena said Emma's about as closed off emotionally as you are. That girl has been hurt, Regina. You're kindred spirits."

"She's been hurt worse than me, mom. I saw the scars. Someone really did a number on her and it makes my blood boil to think of someone hurting her."

"You're going to have to do something, Regina. You've got it bad."

"I know, but if she doesn't like me – god that sounds so immature – but if she doesn't, it's going to make things worse."

"It's the risk you take."

Regina watched as Emma straddled Mal and started dancing. "The risk I take." She said with a sigh.