AN - two chapters in a day? You guys are lucky.


Callie stopped by her club for a few minutes, to greet the new guest DJ, some kid that all of the clubbers seemed to know. She saw Penny sitting in her usual VIP booth. It had been awhile since Callie had seen her, but she nodded in her direction. Penny pouted and turned her head away from Callie. Probably best, under the circumstances with her new project. A project Callie was more eager than she would like to admit to get back to.

She drove her Aston Martin to her loft downtown, in anticipation of what the night would bring. Nothing turned her on more than having complete control.

"Have a good evening, Ms. Torres," the old doorman, Richard Webber, said as he held open the glass doors. "You too, Webber," Callie replied, as she entered the building. She pressed her personal code into the elevator keypad and it stopped off on the top floor. When she opened the door, she scanned the main room, but she didn't see Arizona. Had she backed out on their deal? Fuck.

Callie sighed and placed her keys on the counter. her loft stayed amazingly clean. She had a housekeeper who came twice a week, but Callie was really paying her for nothing. She never used this condo. Callie preferred to stay here, since this was her getaway, but she usually never had time to actually 'get away'.

Callie tried to ignore the disappointment she felt, rationalizing that Arizona was a nobody and she shouldn't be concerned with it. She removed her suit jacket and started unbuttoning her dark blue dress shirt, folding the shirt cuffs to her elbow as she pattered around. She walked to the back room, and as soon as she walked through her bedroom door, she felt something hard hit the side of her head. Motherfucker! It wasn't strong enough to knock her over, but it hurt like a son of a bitch. She figured someone was trying to rob her. This bastard was in for more than he expected.

Callie turned and grabbed the culprit, slamming her down on the floor.

"Oww!" the robber exclaimed, in a girlie voice. Callie got to her feet and picked the small figure up and turned on the light.

"Damn it, Arizona! What the hell were you doing?" Callie asked, gripping her hands and pinning her against the wall. She couldn't believe Arizona had the audacity to attack her.

Arizona just stared at Callie, her neck hurting from looking up. She had planned to knock Callie out, but after that she wasn't quite sure what to do. She had sat there for hours, determined not to let this woman get the best of her. She was a good person, and she wasn't going to let her take that from her.

Callie held onto her, staring down at Arizona's beautiful face. Both of them were breathing hard. She felt the throbbing in her head from the object Arizona hit her with, which pissed her off. But that anger that was coursing through her, also made her want to fuck Arizona senseless.

She released one of Arizona's hands and grabbed her throat. Callie lightly squeezed the soft flesh, wondering when she would start to see fear in Arizona's eyes. Arizona put up a good front, but Callie figured Arizona was scared of her. Most people were.

A shiver immediately went through Arizona's body and it erupted at the apex of her legs. The harder Callie stared into her eyes, the wetter she got. What the fuck was wrong with her?! Arizona didn't know why it was affecting her ther way. She was supposed to be crying and screaming, not getting turned on.

Arizona knew it was now or never. She brought her right hand up to Callie's throat, to reveal a tiny sharp blade. Arizona held the silver blade tightly to Callie's throat, ready to slit it open.

Callie instantly felt the cold metal against her neck. She also felt a slight burning, so she knew Arizona is too close to her skin already. All Arizona had to do was press harder, and Callie would be bleeding all over the carpet. But Callie also still had her hand wrapped around Arizona's throat and her knee pressed in between her legs.

"Oh, I get it. Kill me now, and your debt will be wiped away, yeah?" Callie whispered to her, her eyes pinning to the unsure blue eyes.

Arizona couldn't answer her. Only a small amount of air was getting through to her lungs. She would have to do it soon, or else she would pass out.

"Go ahead, do it. Although I'm sure you lack the balls to. You're a good girl, aren't you?" Callie teased, even though the blade rested by her throat. Arizona didn't say anything back to her. Callie was getting fed up with Arizona's little game. Arizona had a hard lesson to learn, if she thought she could scare Callie Torres away.

"Put the blade down. Now," Callie growled, low and menacing, while squeezing Arizona's neck even tighter. Arizona wanted to cut her. She prayed for the courage to do it. But Callie was right. She was a good girl. The worst thing she had done to date, was cheat on a history test. But that's because she had spent all night adding numbers at her father's restaurant and barely had an hour of sleep before she had to go into school.

Arizona's body trembled. She was scared shitless. Callie wasn't letting go of her neck, and she was staring deep into her eyes, like she enjoyed watching Arizona squirm. The grip wasn't tight, but it wasn't comfortable either. Arizona slowly lowered her hand and then dropped the blade. As soon as it hit the floor, a cry shook from her body and tears began pouring down her cheeks. What the fuck was she doing there?

"I'm sorry, I—," she started, but before she could let an apology in, Callie cut her off by picking her up and sweeping her off her feet. It damn near knocked all the wind out of Arizona. Callie marched towards the front of her condo. Suddenly Arizona felt herself being thrown off her shoulder as she hit the couch below. Callie was standing over her in an instant, taking her shirt off, and undoing her pants in swift motions.

Arizona laid there dumbfounded. Was Callie really going to try to have sex with her after Arizona just tried to kill her? Arizona sat up, staring at her. Once Callie had removed all of her own clothing, she stared down at Arizona, panting like a lioness, ready to pounce. Callie's eyes held a silent question and though Arizona knew this wasn't needed because she herself signed her consent to this for the next 7 days, not even 3 hours ago. Still, she nodded affirmatively.

Callie knelt down and grabbed the front of Arizona's black dress. And in one swift movement, she ripped it down the front. Arizona shrieked with surprise and tried to push Callie off. This was her only good dress.

"With that little stunt in the bedroom, you've already added another week to our arrangement. Fourteen days, Arizona. Want to make it twenty one?" Callie asked, daring Arizona to say another word.

Arizona immediately stopped resisting. She removed her hands from her chest and laid back on the couch, as Callie continued to rip her dress all the way to the bottom. When she was done, she roughly pulled it from her body, and discarded it halfway across the room.

Arizona was nude in front of Callie, again.

"Don't you ever pull that kind of stunt on me ever again," Callie snarled as she covered Arizona's body with her own and pinned the blonde's hands to the couch's armrest.

Arizona felt Callie slide her fingers underneath her, until she reached Arizona's vagiana. Arizona jumped when Callie's fingers grazed her outer lips. Arizona was embarrassed that she was soaking. She had started to get wet when Callie had her hands wrapped around her throat. And Arizona knew now, no matter how she protested, Callie could feel the slickness clinging to her fingers. her proof that she wanted Callie. No matter how sick and twisted it was.

Callie felt Arizona move her hips up into her fingers, as she pumped them in and out of her wet vagina. There was nothing gentle about this coupling. Callie wanted to make a point, and she will. Damn, Arizona felt tight. Arizona's pussy was gripping her fingers like there was no tomorrow and Callie could hear her lightly moaning.

"Have you ever been…." Callie let the question linger on as she searched Arizona's eyes for answer around her virginity.

"I have used toys with my…" Arizona panted, not wanting to complete the answer. Her love life was a sad state of affair and Callie doesn't needs to know that.

Fuck, Arizona was turning her on so bad, Callie thought. She could tell that a part of Arizona must loathe her, but part of her was also curious. Callie liked the curious side.

Arizona was trying her best to not cum. She didn't want to give Callie the satisfaction. But Callie's fingers were working miracles inside her vagina. It had been quite some time, years actually. She wasn't exactly a virgin, but she had only been with one woman previous to this and that woman was her high school girlfriend. They started dating her junior year, and after graduation, they went their separate ways. She contacted Arizona a couple of months later but then, her father's restaurant closed, and they parted ways again. She would call Arizona every now and then, but Arizona had been so consumed with trying to find money for her family that she didn't have time to date anymore.

But now, here she was on Calliope Torres's couch, spread eagle, about to get fucked to pay off her father's debt. How the hell had life taken her here? As she contemplated this, she felt Callie's thick member at her wet entrance. Arizona glanced at the floor and noticed a condom wrapper lying on the ground. When Callie pushed forward and slowly entered her soaking pussy, Arizona's eyes rolled back into her head. Thank God, Arizona's face was turned away from Callie or she would have seen her arousal in her eyes. Callie's hands travelled to Arizona's hips, she grabbed it roughly and shoved Arizona upwards onto her dick.

Damn, she was so tight, Callie thought. Yes, she was going to enjoy the hell out of this girl the next two weeks. Callie began to piston in and out of her, loving the way she felt wrapped around her cock.

"Spread your legs wider," Callie commanded. Arizona complied, and the feeling made her even hotter and wetter.

Callie stared at Arizona's beautiful blonde hair as she fucked her with more rigour. She wanted those hair down. She roughly grabbed Arizona's loosely held ponytail. Arizona squealed, and jerked her head up to Callie. Callie pulled off the rubber band that was holding the thick massive curls up, and they fell loosely around Arizona's shoulders, all tousled up in wilderness. Callie was right, they were beautiful. She rammed her hands in those beautiful blonde hairs, grabbed a fist full of them and pulled hard, jerking Arizona's neck up so that Arizona was forced to look at her as Callie rode her harder, her balls slapping into Arizona's beautiful, fleshy ass.

Arizona was losing it fast. The rougher Callie was, the closer to coming she got. Callie was pounding into her, stretching her pussy further than it had been with any toys she had tried with her last girlfriend. Arizona started to feel her orgasm building. Oh God, Callie was bringing her so close. Arizona could feel the tiny butterflies that caused her toes to curl. She was so close...

Callie felt Arizona's pussy tighten around her, so she pulled out of her instantly. Fuck her, if Arizona thought Callie was going to make her come. She didn't deserve it. Callie pulled the condom off and jerked her dick until she sprayed her cum all over Arizona's stomach. Callie watched the contrast as her pearly white liquid dripped down Arizona's milky pale skin. Fuck, that looked so good. When Callie was completely empty, she stood up from the couch and walked past Arizona and went into the bathroom to clean up.

Arizona couldn't believe it. She needed that release. It had been so, so long. The least Callie could have done was give her that. But then again, Arizona shouldn't have been enjoying it. She immediately fell to the couch. She was so embarrassed. Now that Callie knew she was about to come, she really probably did think the worst of her. Callie probably thought that Arizona had enjoyed her. Did she? No, of course not. Her mother taught her better than that. And she had 13 more days of this to expect. She needed to get a grip. She was nothing more than a prized possession, a deal to Callie, so she would do her 'job', and get the hell out of there and forget that Calliope Torres ever existed.


Arizona rolled off her back and stood up, searching for her sad little torn black dress. She heard the bathroom door open, so she quickly shielded her naked body, using the remains of the dress as a towel. Callie strolled back into the living room, completely in the nude. Arizona tried her hardest not to stare. Callie seemed so comfortable being naked in front of her. Of course Callie would be, Arizona thought. Callie is probably nothing more than a slut…sleeping with anything that walks on two legs! Arizona was sure if she stared long enough, she could find something wrong with Callie's curvaceous body, but from this angle, so far Arizona could see nothing wrong.

Callie Torres was drop dead gorgeous. No wonder women all over the New York, threw themselves at Callie's feet.

Arizona watched as Callie picked up her shirt, bra, underwear and pants and put them on. Callie grabbed her jacket from the bar stool and removed her keys from the counter. She walked to the door, turned to look at Arizona for a few seconds, then walked out.

Arizona couldn't believe any of this had happened. She realized she had done something she could never take back. For a few moments, she hung her head in sadness. If she were on the outside, looking at someone like herself, she would have the worst thoughts. There she would see a scared, young girl, with smeared lipstick, torn dress and dried cum stains on her stomach...absolutely pathetic.

She slowly trudged to the bathroom, turned on the light and stared at herself in the mirror. She had done that same thing less than six hours ago when she was safely at home...and now look at her. How much of her pride and dignity had she just sacrificed? And for what price? She shook the horrible thoughts from her mind. She turned on the shower and closed the door. The shower was large enough to fit at least ten people...and the expensive looking shower head projected the water out in a massaging manner. She leaned her face against the cool tile and relaxed.

After her shower, Arizona grabbed a pair of white cotton shorts and an old burgundy shirt with the name of her father's restaurant on it. At least she was able to stop by her apartment before she entered hell. She had rushed in so quickly, grabbed a few items and left, all before her mom and dad woke up. She figured they would be worried about her, but she just couldn't tell them what had happened or what she had agreed to.

She sat down on the couch and tried to turn the flat screen TV on, but there were three remote controls and she couldn't figure out which turned on what. After a few minutes of wrestling with the confusing system, she gave up. She grabbed a bottle of water from Callie's refrigerator and noticed that the refrigerator was well stocked with expensive supplies. She grabbed a couple of apples and ate through it on the go. Arizona scanned the loft and walked over to the large balcony that overlooked the city. Maybe she could find a good spot to jump. While she was playfully pondering what her body would look like splattered on the pavement below, she looked up and out at the city. The view was breathtaking. She turned back around and looked inside. If Callie's loft looked like this, she could only imagine what her house looked like.

Arizona went to the kitchen and picked up the slick cordless phone. She dialed a number and chewed on her fingernail until a familiar voice answered the other line.

"Hello?"

"Hey mama," Arizona said.

"Zona, it's so late. Where are you?"

"Um, mama, I can't tell you that right now, but I'm okay. I just wanted to let you know I'll be away for a while, but I'll still try to send you the rent somehow, okay?"

"But, where are—"

"I have to go. I love you, bye," Arizona rushed and then clicked off the phone. Soon exhaustion took control of her body and she yawned. Arizona refused to sleep in Callie's bed, so she grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and covered herself in the large reclining chair near the balcony doors and fell asleep.


Callie had to get out of there. She didn't know this girl, nor should she give a shit about her, but she found herself wanting to turn the car around and go back. Explain her behavior to Arizona. What the fuck was wrong with her? Callie had to floor the pedal all the way to her house. If she had slowed down at any moment, she would have gone back. And fuck if Arizona wasn't the best lay Callie had experienced in awhile. Her body physically craved to be with Arizona again. Inside her. Something about Arizona's fiery attitude was so unsettling for her. Callie wished she could have made Arizona cum, but she was more determined to prove her point. But the fact that Arizona had been into it, made Callie smile. Arizona had wanted to cum. Next time...Callie would make her beg, she thought with a wicked grin.

Later that night, Callie lay in bed thinking of her. Arizona. What was it about this girl that made her anxious to see her again? She loved that Arizona really didn't seem to know how attractive she was. She had probably spent most of her days in large shirts and khaki pants, which was the uniform at her father's restaurant—if Callie remembered correctly. Probably one of those girls who wore granny panties and large unflattering shirts to bed. Comfort was more important than style to her. Callie found that so refreshing. She didn't knew many women like that. Actually, Callie didn't know any women like that. But all this time, Arizona probably didn't realize what a fucking unbelievable body she was hiding. Well, Callie sure as hell knew now, and she wasn't planning on letting Arizona forget. Damn. She was starting to get hard again, just thinking about it. This was going to be a long night.


Sneak Peak for Next Chapter -

"Why do you continue to disobey me? It's not going to do anything but anger me and add more days to your stay here," Callie said, while leaning back in her leather chair.

"I ask one simple request, and you don't do it. And for that display of defiance...you've just earned yourself another seven days. One more week. So you're now up to twenty-one days. Or I should say just twenty, since you somewhat pleased me last night."

"What?! You already added a week since last night!" Arizona screamed. "You can't just add on more time, any time you want!"


AN 1 - So what do you guys think? Next chapter they will both do more damage and anger each other more. I can't really help it that these two just hate each other so much *shrugs*.

AN 2 - Next chapter is coming in a day or two. If you want, you can reach me on Tumblr at Calopiens. I'll answer any of your queries.