AN - This is a AU/Callie G!P story.
Arizona Robbins stared at her own reflection in the mirror. She knew what she was about to offer was a long shot, but she had to try. This current situation was killing her parents' and making their lives miserable. She remembered the day Calliope Torres came into her father's failing soul food restaurant. She knew in her cold brown eyes that she was a fucking devil. Arizona loathed Callie with every single cell in her body. Callie had ruined her family. Her parents' lives. Her life. She despised Callie and she hated all the money she possess. Money really was the root of all evil. It was the reason Arizona was in this predicament. She never found any use for money. Sure, she may have never sported the newest, trendy clothing, but she didn't feel the need to. She was never the girl in high school with the latest anything, and she was just fine with that.
But now here she was putting on the only decent dress she owned (minus a black funeral dress), which was now a little short from being washed a million times. It was a black dress with thin straps. The color had started to fade, and under a bright light it turned to an ashy black shade. She wore an old pair of black heels that belonged to her mother, and she quickly pulled her wild blonde curls up in a ponytail. She wanted to look somewhat presentable since she would be going into the lion's den. Or snake pit...either was appropriate when talking about Calliope Torres.
She sighed as she turned off the light and walked out of the tiny bathroom she shared with her mom and dad in their one bedroom apartment. Her dad was in the bedroom asleep finally. His back pains kept him up and moaning most nights. Her mother, Barbara Robbins, was in the kitchen scraping the leftovers from dinner into containers.
She turned to look at Arizona and then back at the dishes. Her mother was a beautiful woman, but the years had not been kind to her. Her smooth pale-white skin that used to glow and sparkle was now a dull brown. Her makeup and hair that she at one point had taken so much pride in was not even a part of her daily routine anymore. Barbara never wore makeup and she kept her hair in a tight bun at the base of her neck. She had prematurely grayed, which Arizona figured was due to her father's bad business investments. And the smile that Arizona remembered as a little girl seemed to like it had been permanently removed from her mother's face. Now a hard line and tight lips were all that replaced the bright grin she had once grown to love. Arizona continued to stare at her mother's back.
"I don't know what you think you trying to accomplish by going over to that dangerous woman's place Arizona. Just plain stupid in my opinion," Barbara said, not bothering to turn around.
"I know mama, but I got to try something. We can't live like this. I didn't want it to come to this, but this is a last resort," Arizona said, pleading with her mom to understand.
"You think you just gon' walk in there and have Callie Torres erase the debt?" Barbara asked, turning around and throwing the dishrag over her shoulder. Then she smacked her lips and ran her eyes over her daughter's tiny dress, and added in disdain "Unless you plan on offering her something to make her forget the debt."
Arizona sucked in a breath. "Mama! I would never. I just want her to try and see it from our point of view. That's all. It couldn't hurt to try."
"Arizona, Callie Torres doesn't cares about our point of view. Rich, bad women like her could give a damn about poor, people like us. The sooner you get that through your head, the better," her mom said, and turned back around. Arizona figured that was the end of the conversation.
Arizona sighed as she grabbed her purse and an old black jacket of her father's. It was chilly outside and she wasn't used to wearing something so revealing. As she slid the oversized jacket on, she looked down at her dress. She really hoped Callie Torres didn't get the wrong idea. The business world knew about Callie's 'playboy' nature and endless women she has screwed and frankly Arizona couldn't care less. Arizona just wanted to look presentable, not easy. She chanced another look at her mother, who pretended like Arizona wasn't even in the room anymore. Arizona blew out another sigh and opened the door. The windy night air hit her bare legs and it caused her to hesitate for a moment. 'No, I can do this' she thought, as she zipped up her coat and headed down the street to the nearest bus stop.
Callie stared at the green pool table before her. She bent down and looked at the open hole between her ball and the striped ball that sat in its way.
"Not sure how you're going to pull that one off, Callie ?" Mark said confidently, as he leaned on his cue stick, staring at his boss and best friend. He knew that Callie hated to lose. For Callie, losing wasn't an option. She would circle the table a million times until she could figure out a way to win. Mark figured that's why Callie had gotten so powerful at such a young age. When you don't accept failure, you have no other option than winning. And Callie 's philosophy was to conquer and destroy.
Callie's bright brown eyes narrowed when she saw the perfect shot she had to take. She walked back up to the table, slid the cue stick back and forth between her fingers two times, and then knocked the red solid ball into the far corner pocket, barely grazing Mark's striped ball.
"Motherfucker," Mark muttered under his breath.
Callie raised up, no smile or celebratory air in her voice. "You're up."
Callie watched as his oldest and closest friend walked to the table and scratched his head, trying to figure out his next move. That was actually Mark's problem. He gave too much away. Never let people see you sweat. That was the one good thing Callie learned from her father, rest his soul. Callie had a thriving business because she followed the few rules her father had given him, and a couple of her own rules that she had set throughout her life.
When Callie was a kid, she never thought she'd be leading such a powerful business circle. She had always respected the law and police officers. She was eight when Miami Vice first aired, and her love for cops and the law was first born. She thought Sonny and Rico were the coolest motherfuckers to ever walk the planet. But over the years, Callie started to realize that the work that her dad was dabbling in would have caused him to be one of the guys Sonny and Rico would have tried to lock up.
Callie 's father, Carlos Torres, was a tall, dry man from the old country. He was born and raised in Mexico, and believed in the principles of his home country. At fifteen, he traveled over to the United States on his own dime, and started working little odd jobs around town and saved up enough money to open his own fish shop. He would cheat men at the docks out of fresh fish, to get a leg up on competition. Over the years he made a name for himself. Not necessarily a good one, but a name nonetheless. He met Callie 's mom, Lucia, at a local dance one night and the two became inseparable. They ended up having five children, while Carlos's business grew from a smelly fish place, to his first restaurant, which was funded by crooked cops who came to conduct business with drug and weapons runners. Carlos would turn a blind eye, and in return they would give him money and turn their heads away from his non-tax paying, growing numbers business. It was a perfect arrangement that worked well over the years.
But when Callie started thinking back over her life, there were things about her father that she didn't like. Callie didn't like cheating people. She preferred to scare them. That usually got the message across even better. And when Callie Torres was a teen going into her twenties, instead of turning the blind eye like her father did...she started negotiating with both parties, to gain more money. She didn't approve of the drugs or the deals that were happening in her restaurants, but she was good at meddling and that's what she did. She was certainly not a part of their deals and made sure they all knew it.
In the ten years that Callie had taken over her father's business, she had started another restaurant and opened a club uptown. All three investments were flourishing and she was in business with three foreign companies which she worked with to open her restaurant chains overseas. She had more than quadrupled the income her father had been bringing in. In Upstate, New York, if you want to do any 'business' you had to go through Calliope Torres.
Callie was never an overly flashy girl, but she did dress in the costliest Armani suits and had a hot new thing on her arm every other night. She was born intersex, but turns out when you have money, women don't care what you have between the legs, they all just want a piece of you. That's why Callie loves her money the most. It gave her immense power. Her woman loving antics was actually how she met her last girlfriend, Penny. Penny had been one of the regulars at Callie's club, and eventually Penny flirted her way into her bed and then into a long-standing relationship. That's what Penny calls it, but Callie always had her apprehensions. Callie still didn't know how that had happened. Maybe she had a weakness for tall, mean yet submissive redheads, because that's exactly what Penny was. And part of Callie was turned on because of this mean streak she seemed to possess at the start of their courtship…eventually it all died down and Penny became one of those clingy, submissive girls who would do anything to appease Callie. Of course, when Penny turned that foul mouth on her...Callie knew what to do to put it to good use. Penny might have been the bitch, but in her domain, Callie was the Queen, and no one would disrespect her. Not even her girlfriend...or whatever.
But at the moment, they were separated and had been for over six months now. Frankly, Callie couldn't stand her. She never loved her, and still couldn't figure out why she agreed to get in a serious relationship with her three years ago. It didn't take Callie even an hour to replace Penny in her bed. Though Penny always still insist that they are still in a 'relationship', at least for the world, Callie couldn't care less.
Something in Callie did want to share all of her success with someone. A companion, but Penny only wanted the money. And the sex. Originally, Callie knew that this leggy redhead was only flirting with her because of her status.
Although Callie knew women jump at her feet for the money, she knew her looks were a bonus. At 28, she had a very curvaceous body and she spent hours in the gym to keep her physique drool worthy. She kept her hair short and always dressed up immaculately in classy athleisure or formal wear. Callie figured that maybe she wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world by womanly standards, but many women thought she was pretty close, due to the carmel~olive tan she inherited, along with her soulful brown eyes and contrasting jet black hair, which together seemed to turn women on. When Penny realized the things Callie could do in the bedroom...she was one hundred percent sold.
But now because of their separation, Callie had gone back to playing the field a bit...not that she had ever really stopped. Callie never had to chase women. They were always there...and always willing. But without Penny at home cursing people out left and right, Callie was becoming bored. Callie couldn't stand talking to her, she even threw Penny out of their mansion months ago, but yet Penny always found ways to show up at her house unannounced.
Their separation came about when Penny had asked the dreaded baby question. It just seemed to come out of left field one day while they were in the middle of dinner. They rarely talked to each other as it was, and now she wanted to add a baby to that? Fuck no. Callie could never imagine Penny as a mother anyway. All Penny did was spend Callie's hard earned money and dance at her club all night. And she thought Callie didn't know, but Penny had been fooling around with cocaine. And that was a big no to Callie. They fought over that and the baby issue until Callie stormed off, and Penny left the house, trashed out of her mind. She got into Callie's favourite Lamborghini and wrecked it. Callie was so pissed. Not really because of the car, although it had been her favorite, but because Penny's little incident brought the police sniffing around. Callie sent Mark and another of her guys to bail Penny out.
Later that night, Penny and her had gotten into another argument. Callie didn't like to yell. She didn't like to argue. People usually just did what she said, but sometimes Penny tried to bait her, just to get a rise out of her. But Callie couldn't even stand the sound of her voice anymore. Worse than nails on a chalkboard. Penny was high, and crying, and her makeup was running down her face. She had asked Callie point blank if she loved her. Callie just stood there staring at her, her answer in her eyes. No, she didn't. And never had. Penny also took the silence to mean no, and she pulled off her large diamond ring and threw it at Callie. She missed and it went sliding across the floor.
She stomped out and that was the last Callie had seen of her. Penny called her a few days later to inform her that she was staying with her sister, but she wanted to work something out. Callie really didn't want to. And she explained the same as such. That was six months ago, and with Penny gone, no longer wreaking havoc on everyone's life, Callie was extremely bored. She needed a new challenge.
Mark shot at the striped ball and missed. "Shit."
Callie took the next three shots to clear the table of all of his solid balls, along with the eight ball. She looked over her handiwork and tossed her cue stick to Stephanie Edwards, her accountant.
"Fuck, one more Callie . Let me try to redeem myself," Mark said.
Callie sighed and grabbed the cue stick back. "You're a glutton for punishment, big guy," Callie said, taking in his friend's large frame. Both Callie and Mark were tall, but Callie was an inch shorter, however her friend definitely had him in the weight department. Mark's wife, Lexie Grey cooked the best Italian meals every night, and judging on Mark's lack of abs off recently, he certainly enjoyed them. Where Mark preferred to eat, Callie preferred to work out, which was her best stress reliever. That and sex.
Mark smiled and racked the balls back up. Callie rolled her eyes and turned toward the back door, where Alex Karev, her head of security, was entering. Alex walked over to Callie straightaway.
"Ms Torres, there's a young lady here to see you," Alex said.
"Lucky bastard," Mark muttered, as he shot first, and the balls went scattering everywhere.
"What does she want?" Callie asked, surveying the table.
"She said it's a personal matter."
"What's her name?" Callie asked, as she lined up her cue stick and sank three striped balls.
"Arizona Robbins, mam."
Callie ran the name over in his head. Robbins? Robbins, Robbins...oh. She knew who she was. Her father, Daniel, owed Callie a shit load of money. Daniel had opened up some cheesy soul food restaurant that tanked, and sunk Callie 's fathers' money with it. Callie had only been in the restaurant once. Daniel ran the place with his wife and daughter. The daughter had been a waitress at the horrible restaurant. Cute, shy thing, but Callie wasn't really paying attention. Maybe she had her money. Or maybe she just came to beg Callie to stop sending her sharks down to their apartment, threatening to break her father's legs.
"Tell her I'm busy," Callie stated, as she leaned up against the table, waiting for Mark to make a shot.
"Yes mam," Alex replied, as he exited.
It only took less than ten minutes for Callie to beat Mark again. Mark stood there scratching his head over the fact that Callie had managed to whip him in three straight games. He never could beat Callie, but one day...he'd figure out a way. Edwards sat over in the corner laughing at him.
"Fuck you, you four-eyed bastard," Mark yelled. "I mean, they have contacts nowadays, why the fuck are you still wearing those goggles?"
Edwards never got rattled. But she also didn't really have a personality. As a true accountant, she cared about numbers and that was about it.
"They make me look more distinguished, you overweight idiot," Edwards said, while cleaning her glasses.
Callie laughed and hung up her cue stick. "So Edwards, this month, are we good?"
Edwards placed her glasses back on. "Yes mam, we're really good. Here are the figures," she smiled, while pulling them out of her briefcase. Callie nodded a few times while she examined the documents.
Alex entered again. This time his face was flushed and he seemed irritated. He stood there waiting for Callie to acknowledge him.
"What?" Callie asked, when she finally looked up from the papers in her hand.
"Torres, she won't leave. She said if she doesn't get to talk to you, she'll start making a scene in front of the customers."
Callie 's eyebrows shot up. Who the fuck did this little girl think she was? She would have to teach her a little lesson in respect.
"Okay, see her to my office," Callie said, as she flicked a lighter and started burning the documents.
Arizona didn't know what to expect. She wasn't sure if Callie was just a rich crook, or if she was involved in any sort of crimes. She remembered how scared her father had been the day the bank seized his restaurant. He was more scared of Ms. Calliope Torres finding out, then he was of the prospect of his family being broke and out on the street. But Arizona was determined that she wouldn't be afraid of Callie Torres. She wouldn't give her the pleasure of seeing her sweat.
She sat in Callie's office, staring around the large, cold area. She couldn't believe that something this chic would be located in the back of a restaurant. Everything in Callie's office was black and white, including the art work on the walls. She assumed one of Callie's paintings was probably worth more money than Arizona made in a year. Callie didn't have any personal pictures on her desk like a lot of businessmen do. Or at least how they portrayed it in movies. She actually didn't have a desk. It was just a large glass table with a fancy chair on the opposite side of her.
Arizona jumped when she heard the door open. She quickly stood up and faced the people entering. She recognized the first man that entered. He was the security guard who kept giving her a hard time. He narrowed his eyes at her, and she rolled her eyes back at him. The next man that came through the door, she didn't recognize him. He was a tall, well-muscled guy. He had light blonde hair and hazel eyes. He glanced at her and flashed a predatory grin. She wondered if he saw her shiver.
The last one to enter was the tall brunette. She brushed right past her and sat down in the fancy chair, before she acknowledged her presence. This was Calliope Torres. Arizona remembered her from the day she came into her father's restaurant a few years ago. Arizona had tried not to look at her then, as her father, Callie, and one of her men went into the kitchen to discuss business. The other guy stood on the outside, daring anyone to enter the kitchen. Arizona had just caught a glimpse of Callie Torres that day, but she had been completely thrown off guard about how young and beautiful Callie looked. Arizona had been expecting some old craggy-looking fellow, like a godfather or something.
But Calliope Torres was beautiful….and powerful.
And now looking at her, she hadn't changed at all from that first day Arizona had seen her. Callie had beautiful, shiny black hair that she kept pushed away from her face, but it was longer than she remembered. If it were wet, it would probably fall to her ears. But the way she styled it kept it away from her face, made Callie appear menacing and beautiful all at the same time. It also gave Arizona a perfect view of her cold dark brown eyes. She had a straight attractive nose, nice, plump lips and a strong jawline. Arizona could also tell that Callie had a nice body underneath her powerful business suit, judging by the way Callie walked with her shoulders upright and her chest out, which...wait, she needed to seriously pull her mind together. What the hell was wrong with her?
"Ms. Calliope…" Arizona started
"Callie", she was interjected immediately
"I just wanted to..." Arizona started again, but Callie placed a finger to her own lips...her small order for Arizona to be quiet. Arizona immediately shut her mouth.
"Arizona, my security guard, Alex, told you that I was busy, correct?" Callie asked her.
Arizona nodded her head.
"What? I didn't hear you," Callie said.
Arizona wanted to roll her eyes at Callie's arrogance, but she knew she had come here to ask a favor of her. Better to play the nice card.
"Yes," she answered.
"I thought so. So, you should have come back or called to set an appointment like everyone else does, instead of interrupting me." Callie, added while flipping through her phone.
"I tried calling. But the appointment time they gave me was two months from now," Arizona replied, raising her voice a bit.
"Yes, that's because I'm a busy woman Ms. Robbins."
"I just wanted to talk to you about my father," Arizona said.
Callie turned to Mark. "Hey, Mark, do you remember the days when a man had a problem with another man, they would handle it. I don't recall the man sending his daughter to do it, do you?"
"No mam, I sure don't. Seems like something a wuss would do."
Callie turned back around to glare at Arizona. "I agree."
"My father—"
"-your father is the one who owes me money. He needs to come see me. Not you."
"He's sick, that's why I'm here," Arizona whispered, nearing tears.
Callie looked at the poor girl in her cheap black dress. She was a pretty girl. Cute and Innocent. Beautiful in fact. Callie swore Arizona's eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue she has ever seen, and Callie could see an indention in Arizona's cheeks that probably repressed a set of adorable dimples. Her pale neck dipped into a glorious breastbone and those boobs that were hunched up a bit because of the dress, were to die for. Truth be told, Arizona's body was starting to make her think thoughts that Callie shouldn't be thinking. Arizona was wearing too much makeup though, and her blonde curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Callie thought she would love to see what it looked like down around her face. Arizona's skin was a delicious, creamy white color, and she had wide blue sapphire eyes, with long eyelashes that were caked in mascara. Callie wished she could tell Arizona that she sympathized with her father being ill, but in her line of work, showing sympathy was a weakness and a definite no-no.
"Do you have my money or not?" Callie asked, ignoring Arizona's last statement.
Arizona wanted to smack this arrogant woman. She hated her frosty stare and nonchalant attitude. She was talking about her family here! They were drowning, all because of Callie Torres.
"How much exactly does my father owe you?"
"Seventy thousand," Callie said, without flinching.
Arizona nearly choked on her spit. Seventy thousand dollars!
Callie could tell by her widened eyes and slightly parted mouth, that Arizona wasn't expecting the figure to be so high. Interest was a bitch.
Arizona tried to regain her composure. "Ms Calliope….Callie…, we don't have that kind of money. We never had, and probably never will."
"Your father should have thought about that, before he asked my father for the loan years ago. I never would have given him the money. Trying to open a soul food restaurant in the middle of a Korean neighborhood was a dumb fucking idea. Why either one of them couldn't figure that out, is beyond me. So that's the situation we are in." Callie folded her hands behind her head and swiveled in her chair a bit, all the while raking her eyes up and down Arizona's gorgeous body.
Arizona stared down at her hands. Well, now was her time to offer her proposition to Callie. Her last shot.
"Well, I have a potential solution, Ms. Calliope," Arizona said, looking up at Callie, ignoring the sensation Callie's balant staring was igniting in her..
Callie stared at Arizona's warm eyes, and then her gaze lowered to her lips and then her full breasts. Callie's eyes again lingered there for a moment, before she looked back at Arizona's face. She smiled on the inside when she noticed Arizona narrow her eyes at her. Knowing very well that Arizona knows that Callie was checking her out.
"Go ahead," Callie said, as she started jotting notes down in her diary.
"Well, I was thinking I could work in your restaurant or club, to work off the money. I mean, I could work morning, noon and night. Around the clock until I get the money paid off. I'll be a waitress, busboy, whatever you need." Arizona added nervously.
Callie stopped writing and looked up at her. A small crooked smile spread across her face. With Penny gone, Callie now knew exactly how she was going to entertain herself. She leaned back in her chair again and stared at her for a few seconds before speaking.
"You want to work with my kitchen staff so you can work off the money you owe me? Do you know how long that would take?" Callie asked.
Arizona shook her head.
"I don't read fucking sign language. Yes or no?" Callie bit out, frustrated.
"No," Arizona said, wishing so badly she could punch Callie in the face for her brash attitude. She wasn't even a violent person, but she guessed being in the company of someone as ruthless as Callie Torres was starting to rub off on her.
Callie turned to her friend. "Mark, how long would that take, to earn seventy grand as a waitress?"
"Long fucking time, Mam."
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Callie said barking out a hearty laugh, turning her attention back to Arizona. Callie stared her down, taking in her disappointed face. Callie was so used to those club girls throwing themselves at her. Drunk, loud, slutty girls, who all wanted to bag a rich woman like her, so they could be taken care of for the rest of their lives. But she figured a girl like Arizona was different. She was nothing like those girls, and that's what would make this whole thing amusing to her.
"No, I have another idea. Alex, could you leave us for a moment? We'll be done with this meeting soon."
"Yes Mam," Alex said, as he turned to exit the office.
Once the door was closed, Callie stood up and walked around the table to stand by Mark. Arizona was nervous. She didn't know what they were planning to do. They were both just staring at her. Mark laughed when Callie whispered something into his ear. She felt so uncomfortable. When they were done whispering, Callie turned to look at her.
"Whom do you like to date Arizona, men or women" Callie asked as she and Mark both leaned against the table eyeing her, as if they want to figure out which one among them get to stake claim on Arizona.
"Women," Arizona added, shifting on her foot, "but why does it matter? My sexual orientation shouldn't concern you"
"It doesn't" Callie added, raising both her hands in defense. She smirked and she and Mark both did an elbow hi-five after which Mark took a step back.
Arizona didn't liked where this was going.
"So, you want to work off your father's money, huh?" Callie asked her, narrowing her eyes, and then slowly letting them roam over her body.
Shit. Arizona could see exactly where this was going. She was so stupid. Her mother had told her. She would never hear the end of this 'I told you so' from Barbara Robbins.
"I believe in being blunt, Arizona. I'll erase your father's debt, if you stay with me for a week in my house."
Arizona swallowed. She prayed it would be as Callie's cook or masseuse or something along those jobs. But in her heart, she knew better.
"What would you want me to do for the week?" Arizona asked, dreading the answer.
Mark chuckled from behind. "Anything I want," Callie said, without cracking a smile.
Arizona quickly stood. She had heard enough. At least she had tried. "Well, thank you for your time, Ms. Calliope. But I'm not a whore, so I'll be on my way. And I'll try to get your money for you." Arizona was about to walk out, when Callie grabbed her hand. The way Callie gazed into her eyes was starting to make her feel...feel...something.
"Your father owes me more money than your family has seen in a lifetime, and I'm growing impatient. I live by a strict set of codes and rules. If a man owes me money, he either pays me back, or I make an example out of him. I'd hate to do that to your father. And now that he's sick, it looks like I'll never see that money, so my men may be coming to call on him very soon," Callie spat at her, still tightly gripping her hand. "So, is your pride worth your father and mother being hurt?"
Arizona's mouth dropped open. She couldn't believe that Callie would threaten her parents right in front of her. Fucking Devil! God, she needed some help. She didn't know which was worse, being Callie's whore for a week or knowing her family would be hurt. She could never in a million years do something like that. She wasn't like those types of women.
But...just seven days, and she could easily erase this black cloud over her family's heads. They could go back to their normal lives before her father got tied in with this horrible Torres family. Just seven days, and she could burn this horrific experience out of her mind. Seven quick days, and she would have a new start for herself and her family. Just seven days.
Arizona closed her eyes and exhaled. She knew she'd have to make the decision quickly or else Callie would back out. "Okay," she whispered to her. She felt like she was going to throw up. That one simple word burned leaving her tongue.
"Good girl," Callie said.
She watched as Callie turned to the other man in the room, Mark. "Draw out the terms to this association Mark. And don't forget to get Ms Robbins consent, oh and add to it that I'm intersex so Ms. Robbins needs to get on pills" Callie taunted, and smiled back at Arizona, devilishly.
Arizona felt the tears coming to the surface. She refused to cry in front of this evil woman. Why the hell would Callie want to make such a despicable deal with her, when she was sure Callie could get any girl to do this for free?
The next hour passed in a blur, Mark went out and came back with a stack of papers in his hands that Callie signed immediately and than dashed the stack to Arizona who read the rules and signed in affirmation. Mark took the papers and left leaving both of them alone.
"Now that that's settled, take your clothes off," Callie commanded. She knew she was being a jerk, but Arizona was getting some payback for threatening to cause a scene at her restaurant. Callie absolutely would not tolerate behavior like that. Plus, Arizona needed to know how their relationship for the next seven days would work. What Callie wanted and expected. And Callie would ALWAYS get what she wanted.
Arizona couldn't have heard her right. It would be a cold day in hell before she stripped her clothing in front of a woman she has barely known. In her office, where anyone could come in at any given moment? No way in hell. She stood there staring at her, like Callie had lost her damn mind.
"I guess you aren't serious about our arrangement. If not, then you can get the fuck out," Callie stated, as she made her way to the door.
Arizona knew she was between a rock and a hard place. Shit!
"No, wait! I, um, okay," she sighed.
Callie stopped and turned back around. Arizona slowly and clumsily started removing her dress. It slid down to the floor, and she stood there in a lacy strapless bra, lacy panties and her black heels. She was praying that her undergarments didn't have any holes in them. It's not like she went shopping for new ones every day, and she hadn't worn this lacy set in forever.
"Leave the heels on, take everything else off," Callie demanded, leaning against the wall. She turned to face her. At least Callie was on the opposite side of the room, and she wouldn't have to look at her face, while she did the most embarrassing, degrading thing she had ever done in her life. She couldn't even remember undressing this much in gym class.
Arizona slid her panties off first. She was neatly trimmed, but not like that many people had seen her down there, so she probably wasn't as neat as Callie must have been used to. Arizona knew she had reached a new low. She felt like shit. She slowly reached around and unhooked her bra, and it dropped to the floor.
Callie stood there gazing over her perfect body. Her dick was growing down the side of her leg, dying to break free from her pants. Arizona's boobs were the perfect size for her. She was definitely busty, but they weren't too oversized. Her tiny waist was toned, and she had a small butterfly tattoo on her left pelvic bone. Her hips were wider than many of the skinny girls Callie had been with, and that made her even more exotic to her. She had a shape that reminded her of the old pin ups in the fifties that her father used to have hanging in his office. But Callie had to get her mind straight. She was a business woman, first and foremost.
"Arizona, here are the rules. When I ask you to do something, I am only going to ask once. If you don't comply, then you add another week to your stay. If you disobey or disrespect me in anyway, you add another week. Stay out of my business, and only speak when spoken too. Got it?"
Arizona nodded. Callie took one final glimpse of her latest prize, laughed internally and asked Arizona to get dressed back up again. That was enough punishment and this must have set the record straight for Arizona, that who's in power here.
Arizona felt like she was in hell. How could she ever face her mother and father again? And she was even more mortified when Callie opened the door and let Alex back inside.
"Alex, can you escort Arizona to my downtown loft and make sure she gets a change of clothes? If she needs to stop by her place, that's fine. Thank you," she heard Callie say, and then she left.
Arizona was standing in the middle of Callie's office, going back on what just happened. She shouldn't have said yes. She wanted to die.
Sneak Peak to Next Episode - Arizona held the silver blade tightly to Callie's throat, ready to slit it open.
AN - So another short story but its a multi chapter one unlike my last two-shot. Let me know what you guys think. Things in this fic will get really bad before it gets better. How fast do you guys need update?
