After enduring the last leg of the car ride in complete silence, they finally made it back to the loft. Callie threw her keys on the counter and walked over to her massive wall of CD's as Arizona sat down on the couch. She fished through them until she found the one she wanted. He placed it in the CD player and waited until the smooth sound of jazz came funneling through. Callie removed her coat and rolled up her sleeves. She saw Arizona staring at her, but Callie continued to ignore her. She went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of wine. Callie walked back into the living room and handed a confused Arizona a glass.
Callie sat down on the love seat and stared at Arizona.
Arizona knew what was coming, so she asked, "Where do you want me today?"
"Everywhere" Callie said as she looked at Arizona and finished her glass of wine in a single gulp and helped herself with another pint.
They both drank their wines silently and after few minutes of balant staring, Callie shifted in her seat, knowing exactly what she wanted next.
"Dance for me," Callie said, while taking a sip.
"What?"
"Dance for me," Callie repeated. "I want a lap dance….I want you to strip for me as you dance."
Arizona wasn't quite sure what to do. There was no manual to tell you what to do if you are ever trapped in this type of situation. Was Callie being serious?
"I've never done that before," Arizona admitted.
"Not to worry, I won't laugh at you," Callie said, grinning at her.
"I mean, I can dance, but I've just never done the seductive stripper type of dancing." Arizona didn't know why, but she was embarrassed to admit that to Callie. Arizona ran a restaurant and they did had local bands coming over to play every now and then and had a dedicated dance pit for the crowd but that was about it.
Callie flexed her index finger for Arizona to come to her. Shit. Arizona thought, she wasn't getting out of this. Arizona took a huge gulp of her third glass of wine and quickly shook her head. Perhaps she shouldn't have downed it that fast. She stood up and walked over to Callie.
Okay...it's just Callie. It's not like Arizona was doing it for an entire club of people. Arizona would just pretend Callie was her girlfriend, and that it was her birthday or something like that.
'Okay, I can do this,' Arizona thought. Plus, she wasn't willing to have Callie add yet another week. She'd keep her mouth closed and do as Callie asked.
Arizona closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and started swaying to the beat of the music. She turned around and gave Callie a great view of her backside. She playfully lifted the blue dress a little up so that Callie got a quick shot of her ass cheeks with the thin dark blue material separating them. Arizona giggled.
Yes, the wine was feeling really good right about now.
Arizona slowly slid the dress off and bent over until her hands touched the ground. She looked between her legs, and from her upside down view, she could tell Callie was enjoying what she saw as there was a noticeable bulge in her pants now.
Callie shifted in her chair. Arizona leaned up and turned around. She walked closer to Callie until her legs were touching Callie's knees. Yeah, she'd just pretend this was her girlfriend. Actually, thanks to the wine, Arizona was starting to enjoy it, but she hated admitting that to herself. She felt sexy...free. She wasn't used to feeling this way. Too big part of her life had been spent serving food to ungrateful customers and ringing up and bagging groceries.
Now here she was in an expensive loft, wearing expensive French designer dresses with names she couldn't even pronounce and dancing for a wealthy, beautiful latina boss or whatever Callie was.
Like the commercials, life sure does come at you fast.
Arizona began to slowly unhook her bra, and slide it off. She cupped her breasts and tossed her head back as she pinched her nipples. She looked at Callie again, and saw her lick her lips. 'Her beautiful lips,' Arizona thought. Arizona then slowly hooked her thumbs through the threadlike material of her thong and pulled it down.
Callie watched in awe as Arizona became completely uninhibited. Arizona then shocked the hell out of her, and straddled her lap, completely naked. Callie was at instant attention. Arizona started to grind her body on top of Callie's. There was something intensely erotic about the fact that Callie was fully clothed and Arizona was completely nude. And Arizona's body...Goddamn, it was beautiful. It was soft and one hundred percent feminine looking...
Callie had to have her!
Callie grabbed Arizona wrists and locked them behind her back with one hand, as she bent down to assault the hard nipples that had been teasing Callie for a while now. Callie heard Arizona's moan. Callie the. used her other hand to quickly unbuckle her own pants and remove her stiff member.
At that moment, Arizona didn't know if it was pleasure or pain that she was feeling. Callie was sucking her boobs hard and fast… biting her nipple every now and then, and it hurt...but in a good way.
Arizona had never had someone be so rough with her. But she'd also never been so turned on before. Callie then released her hands and lifted Arizona up by her waist, before pulling her back down onto her lap. Arizona gasped as she was forced down onto all of Callie's thick, long cock. It had almost knocked the wind out of her.
For a few seconds, Callie didn't move, perhaps she was letting Arizona adjust, but then Callie grabbed a handful of Arizona's hair and brought her face within inches of hers.
Callie stared into Arizona's eyes. Arizona waited to see if Callie was going to kiss her, but Callie didn't.
Instead Callie whispered, "Do you want to cum?"
Arizona slowly nodded. But Callie gripped her hair even tighter and yanked it backwards.
"Aah!" Arizona squealed. Callie's grip was painful, but it was driving her crazy. "Use the words Arizona. I told you I don't like sign language," Callie commanded, wrapping her other hand around her back.
"Yes, I want to cum," Arizona whispered shyly. The grip on the hair loosened and Callie's hands went to her waist. With that said, Callie began to drive her hips up and into Arizona's wet vagina. The feeling was so intense and overwhelming that Arizona couldn't breathe. Callie's lips roamed over her body freely. Arizona tried to grab hold of Callie's shirt to steady herself, but the force of Callie's thrusts was so overpowering, that she couldn't think.
Callie's hand tightened around her waist, while her other hand gripped even more of Arizona's hips. Arizona threw her head back and Callie's mouth immediately latched on to the beating pulse. Whether with lips or hips, Callie was hitting all of the right spots.
Callie's intensity was turning Arizona on like she had never been turned on before. She could feel every inch of Callie sliding in and out of her. But then suddenly Callie stood, with Arizona still straddling her. Arizona squealed again as Callie pushed the small coffee table out of the way, and gently placed her back to the soft carpet below, without disconnecting their bodies.
Callie began to fuck her harder and faster this way. Arizona opened her legs wider, a part of her wanted to wrap it around Callie's hips, but she didn't.
Arizona could feel it...that fluttering feeling building in the pit of her stomach and pulsing through her womanhood. Suddenly her eyes rolled back as she was swept away with the intensity of her orgasm.
"Oooh my God, oooh...," Arizona screamed as she came, until her voice was lost and no words were coming out. After the last of her orgasm washed over her, she felt Callie expand within her.
"Fuck!" Callie yelled as she continued to pump her seed into Arizona's Vagina.
"Ahhh." Callie panted as she slowed down her thrusting, playing out her release.
Callie felt so fucking good at that moment. Nothing relieved stress better than sex. Good sex. When she was done with the last drops of her essence, she rested her body on top of Arizona, but she still tried to support some of her weight with her elbows. Callie was still dressed, and now her shirt was sticking to her own sweaty skin. Callie looked down at Arizona's face. Arizona's eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly parted and pouty. God, she would give anything to kiss Arizona right now. But...Callie didn't want to confuse their relationship. So as difficult as it was, she resisted temptation. Arizona had some of her soft blonde curls that were wet with sweat and sticking to her face. Fuck, she was hot.
Arizona finally opened her big blue eyes and stared up at Callie. She started to wiggle, and Callie figured her weight was starting to make Arizona uncomfortable.
Callie rolled off of Arizona and onto her back. She turned her head and watched as Arizona closed her legs and crossed her hands over her chest. Callie chuckled and stared back up at the ceiling. Now Arizona wanted to be shy? Callie was amused.
"So worth all the money," Callie muttered.
Shit!
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Why the fuck did she just say that? As soon as the words left her mouth, Callie regretted it.
Arizona immediately sat up and stared at Callie. Then she got up and stomped off to the bathroom and slammed the door.
After a few moments, Callie sat up and adjusted her penis back inside her pants. She stood up and walked to the bathroom door.
"Arizona, open the door," Callie said.
No answer.
"Arizona.." Callie knocked a couple of more times
No answer.
"Open the fucking door now, before I add on another week," Callie said, leaning against the frame.
The door swung open, and there stood Arizona staring up at her with tears in her eyes.
Callie sighed.
This is exactly the things she wanted to avoid.
"I—I'm not some cheap girl that you can talk down to. I'm not, I'm not like other women you, you might know. You sh-should treat me with respect!" Arizona said, stumbling over several words while trying to wipe her tears away.
Callie looked at Arizona's shaking frame and as much as she didn't wanted to, she needed to set the record straight.
"Respect? Arizona, you are not my wife. You are not my girlfriend. In fact, you and I have a business arrangement and that's it. You ask me to respect you, yet you're screwing me for money. Am I missing something here?" Callie said while crossing her arms. She was afraid if she didn't kept her hands steady, she would reach out and pull Arizona into a hug.
Arizona opened her mouth like she was about to say something, then suddenly closed it. She just stared up at Callie.
Arizona then lowered her head. "I'm really tired now. I'd like to go to bed."
Callie turned her body sideways, so that Arizona could exit the bathroom. Arizona started walking down the hall towards the living room.
"Bedroom is this way," she heard Callie call out.
"Fuck you," Arizona muttered under her breath. God forbid Callie hears her and adds more time. Arizona just wanted to get the hell out of there before forgetting who she is.
The routine for Callie and Arizona stayed constant over the next few days. They spoke as little as possible to each other in the mornings, had phenomenal sex by night, spat words of hate before Callie left, and then they repeated the events the next day.
They never kissed, the foreplay was only restricted to Callie devouring the upper half of Arizona's body. Callie had principles, she's a business mogul, she won't go down on any woman. Arizona on the other hand, never touched Callie and as much as Callie wanted it, she didn't mind. The sex was uber good, and Callie didn't wanted the growing heat between them to blur any lines.
Once Callie had Arizona pinned against the glass panes of their floor to roof bedroom window in the loft, and the angle was as such that to drive into Arizona better, Callie wanted Arizona to wrap her legs around her. But that didn't happened.
Another time as Callie was pounding into Arizona on their Kitchen floor, Arizona's mouth was parted in an 'O' shape, and in that moment Callie wanted to fuck a different hole all together. But that didn't happened.
During one of the mornings when Callie came from one of her very stressful meetings, Arizona was taking a shower. She entered the shower fully clothed, saw Arizona naked and immediately pounced on her. Callie started sucking on Arizona's wet boobs but her own boobs were begging for some attention, straining under her shirt that was now wet. And while Arizona's eyes lingered there, her hands or lips never went there. It just didn't happened.
A fuck is just a fuck. This was basically a rule Callie lived by but it was slowly starting to wear thin on her. They say the only thing more powerful than sex is sex. And it was starting to ring true for Callie. The more she and Arizona fuck each other, the more she wanted Arizona. It was never enough.
Callie once even tried to have sex with Arizona all night, thinking the heat will simmer down between them, if it is well satiated but that didn't happened. A whole night of sex had Callie replaying their whole night the next day at office all day.
Arizona Robbins was going to be the death of her.
Arizona was so confused. If she could magically make seventy grand appear out of thin air, she wouldn't keep one cent. She'd throw that entire amount in Callie's face, and stomp out.
The sex was good. There was no denying that. And Callie had a great body. Very great actually. And every time Callie was above her, Arizona's hand ached to roam that luscious body.
But Arizona had more pressing things on her mind. Next month's rent would be due soon, and she didn't have a single dime to contribute to her parents. What a crazy web she had woven. This had been the longest she had ever gone without working since she was thirteen, and at times it bothered her. She felt useless. She craved the thrill of running an entire restaurant single handedly.
She sighed and placed the book she had been reading down on the table when she heard a knock at the door. She prayed it wasn't Callie. They had crazy morning sex just few hours ago and Arizona was spent. Ever since their arrangement, Arizona was starting to enjoy the quiet moments she had in the morning and during the day but Callie was slowly taking them away from her. More and more number of times Callie would show up at odd times, have her fill and walk away.
Arizona just didn't have the energy to deal with Callie at the moment. Funny how much work it took to ignore someone.
She got up and looked through the peephole. Alex, thank God. She had become used to his humorless presence. He was definitely a man of few words. Arizona's car rides back and forth from the loft to Callie's mansion were usually composed of her humming or talking. She used to think she was mainly talking to herself, because Alex never turned around to ask her any questions, or give her any reason to believe he had been paying attention. Until one day she had forgotten her place in a story she was telling him, and he repeated the last things she had just said. Arizona sat there, just staring at the back of his head, absolutely amazed. Then she tried to quickly scan her memory over the past few days for anything she could have said negative about Callie, praying Alex hadn't told anything.
Arizona smiled at Alex as she let him in. But before she could close the door, a small woman stepped in behind him. She looked...like no one Arizona had ever seen before. She had two huge bags in her hands, and her eyelids had several bright colors of eyeshadow on them. Her hair was a dark brown and hung in curls around her small face. And she was wearing a strange jumpsuit.
"Hi Arizona, I'm Cristina Yang. I'm here to handle your dress, hair and make-up," the young Asian girl said, smiling blankly at Arizona.
"What? Dress, hair and make-up for what?" Arizona questioned, looking back and forth between Alex and Cristina.
Alex answered, "Ms. Torres would like you to get ready. That's all I can tell you, Ms. Arizona. This is Cristina." He motioned towards Cristina who was now setting up her makeup table. Alex leaned closure to Arizona and said "She's also one of Torres's close friend…so you do not wanna piss her off"
Arizona nodded her head. She should be used to Alex's cryptic messages by now. "Alright. Um, I guess you can get started the way you want," she said to Cristina. Arizona noticed Alex standing stiffly by the door. Arizona sighed, "Alex, Callie's not here. You can sit on the couch and relax. I think there's a game on tonight anyway."
She saw Alex hesitate for a moment, but then he relaxed and walked over to the couch to sit down.
Arizona walked down the hallway as she heard the TV turn on. She smiled to herself. Alex wasn't half bad. Just a bit stiff.
Arizona took a quick shower as Cristina laid out all of her make-up and accessories.
"Okay, this is the dress Callie would like you to wear. It's gorgeous, don't you think?" Cristina said, as Arizona got out and dried off.
Arizona stared at the dress. It was amazing. It was an exact replica of the white Seven Year Itch dress that Marilyn Monroe had worn...except this one was blood red. She had seen the movie a few years ago on one of her rare free days off. She had gone to a two dollar theater near her family's apartment that played old movies. They were playing all Marilyn movies that weekend, so she stayed and watched three of them. Anything to stay away from her apartment. Her mom and dad weren't exactly a blast to hang around.
Cristina helped Arizona carefully fit into the dress.
"Oh my, this is to die for on you! You have an amazing body. I can't believe Callie got the measurements right. When Callie came to me, she had to use her hands to describe your height and physical measurements," Cristina said, smoothing down the material. Then she giggled. "Callie said you reminded her of a young- blonde Marilyn Monroe."
If it could come through her skin...Arizona was definitely blushing. She thought she was okay, but in her mind, she wasn't all that. And she blushed even harder at the thought that Callie had described every portion of her body to this stranger. Even if she was a friendly stranger.
"Um, thanks. I...I've never worn something so beautiful before," Arizona said, staring at herself in the mirror. Cristina quickly worked on her makeup and accessories. They chose to let the plunging neckline speak for itself, so the only jewelry she wore was a pair of diamond earrings. Cristina said that Callie had given her specific instructions regarding her makeup. Callie wanted it subtle. Nothing heavy. But when it came to her hair, Callie hadn't given her any direction.
"Hmm...do you mind if I straighten it and loosely pin it up?" Cristina asked, while staring at Arizona's thick, curly blonde hair.
"You're the expert. I trust you," Arizona said, smiling at the young girl in the mirror. She just didn't trust Callie. What had Callie planned for her tonight?
On the ride over, Arizona was nervous. She wasn't sure what to expect. When they pulled into the driveway, Arizona couldn't believe her eyes. She saw several men and women getting out of their expensive cars, and waiting on the valet. Alex drove past Mercedes, BMWs, Bentleys and every other expensive car she could think of. Arizona shook her head as she thought about the fact that one could run a small corporation from the money that was put into these vehicles.
But what was Callie doing exactly? This looks more and more like a public appearance and they don't do….public? Arizona wasn't sure what were the terms of display here so she decided to just go with the flow.
When the car finally pulled up to the steps, Alex hopped out and opened the door for Arizona. She flashed him a smile as she slowly ascended the steps leading into Callie's house…..Mansion.
Arizona was suddenly nervous as classical music filled her ears and the lights became brighter. Alex escorted her down the main hall into a large ballroom area. Jesus, how big was Callie's house? Arizona had been here a couple number of times now and she didn't even knew there was a built-in ballroom.
Inside, she saw several people dressed to the nines. Some stopped to stare at her before they turned their attention back to their conversations. Alex excused himself while she searched around the room looking for Callie, but she didn't spot her. She walked over to a long narrow table, which was lined with all sorts of appetizers. Arizona didn't know what was what, but they looked really delicious and she was starving.
"Can I help you?"
Arizona looked up at the young, beautiful, dark haired woman staring at her with a smile spread across her face. "Um, I'm not sure what I'd like. Could you suggest something?"
"Sure. Try this," the young brunette said, placing a small appetizer onto a plate and handing it to her. "Trust me, it's really good. One hundred percent Italian...as am I," the brunette continued, with a wink.
Arizona laughed at her open flirtation, and placed the small bite in her mouth. Damn, that really was good. Really good. "Thank you," she said once she finally swallowed the delicious food.
"Anytime."
Arizona didn't really know anyone else there, other than Callie, Mark and Alex, and they were nowhere in sight. So, she decided to stand by the table with her new 'friend'.
"My name is Carina Deluca, by the way," the brunette said, extending her hand to Arizona.
"Arizona. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise," Carina said, giving Arizona a flirtatious once over. "You don't seem like the normal fare at these events."
"Excuse me?" Arizona said, raising her voice slightly. What the hell was that supposed to mean? What, she didn't fit in with the wealthy?
"Hey, I meant no harm. That was actually a compliment. You don't seem like the regular girls I see here. You know, high maintenance, stuffed and pulled, evil stare...the works. Like her," Carina said, pointing to the tall redhead that was gracefully entering the ballroom. The redhead may have been all of those things Carina just mentioned, but she was still gorgeous. And extremely thin.
Arizona looked down at her dress and smoothed it with her hands. She knew Carina meant no offense, but she decided to play hurt anyway. "So, if I don't look high maintenance, then I must look LOW maintenance, right?"
"What?! No! I didn't mean that. It's just that you're standing over here with me, instead of flaunting your diamonds and dress in front of everyone else. You just don't seem like one of them. That's a good thing. You actually seem more like...well, I mean, more like a girl I would date." Carina added playfully.
Arizona turned to stare at Carina. She was definitely cute. Her black hair was slicked back and she had tiny studs in both of her ears, a thin straight nose and light brown eyes. Yes, Carina was definitely beautiful. She was as tall as Callie, but while Callie's eyes were dark and cold, Carina's were bright and cheerful.
"I mean, not saying you would date a girl like me, but...okay, gonna shut up now," Carina said, slightly blushing. Arizona smiled and turned her attention back to the crowd.
This had been the most free-spirited interaction she had ever since her father drowned their restaurant. It was uplifting and exhilarating at the same time.
AN - Oh hey look Carina is here! I had mentioned her character in the character markups of this story from the start, so I hope it isn't much of a surprise to y'all.
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