*Disclaimer:Although I own the rights to this fanfiction, I do not own the characters (even though I truly wished I owned Christian Grey lol) and I do not own the books, etc.
*Synopsis: (AU) – Anastasia Steele (24) is swamped in student loans and college costs and is at the verge of being dropped out of her classes, nearly graduating. Her long time friend, and roommate, Jose Rodriguez (27) suggests his aunt Elena's exotic BDSM themed night club and helps Ana to get the job as a bartender. When one of the main show girls, Leila Williams (25) gets fired, Christian Grey (26) is left without a dance partner. Elena is then forced to approach Ana to take the slot. Will Ana take on Elena's offer? Or will she run for the hills? OOC/HEA.
(A/N: Okay, so I wanted to make it VERY clear that I don't like disrespectful comments that make ME sound dumb!... There was only ONE out of SEVENTEEN (wow guys, yal are great!) that was rude, or seemed rude to me. Anyways, let's go thru the reviews, shall we?...
FIRST OF ALL, Happy Birthday to anga larte! I hope this update is a great present? XOXO! I love talking to you by the way in PM! Thanks so much for your review!
FYI, I am currently going to a community college, working on receiving BOTH of my degrees in Police Science along with a certificate in Administration of Justice. Of course I knew that (AND I QUOTE) "Academic Probation is NOT for being behind on payments", AND not ALL colleges are the SAME... At my school, if you even get 2 months behind, you're pretty much on the list for being dropped from your classes UNTIL your payments are made... so, that being said, I would like to state that I had purposely placed that error in there... (in the words of Christian Grey) "Because I Can." (Why?) Because this is a FICTIONAL story that is on fan-FICTION, AND it is MY story. Again, thanks for pointing that (on purpose error) out to me :)
This story is going to be a slow processed one, and I hope it stays interesting for you all lol. I may not be perfect at my storyline, and yes, I know I'll make errors. But all I ask is for you to be patient with me. If you thought Ch. 1 was wow, wait til Christian meets Ana... both, before AND after she gets the job ;) our darling man is quite intimidating (still yet) hehe.
More about the club will be revealed in this chapter. And yes, of course, the delicious, sexy, hunk AKA: Christian Grey is coming... (that didn't sound right, I am so sorry lmao!)
Janell, MY PARTNER IN CRIME! YOU DELECTABLE, SWEET GIRL! I love you! You fit right into the same category as Denise, Janice, Mary and Marianne! All of your are my soul sisters and you all followed me here. THANK YOU! And yes, we will be (ahem) meeting Mr. Grey. Am I going to be as steamy? Steamy as my BATB fics? Or as the books of FSOG? Lmao! Well, my dear, don't beg or hope, because I will do my damndest to make this story VERY steamy... of course, when we get there lol. I truly have to give a HUGE shout out to my Beauty and the Beast fans (Beasties) that followed me here!
Christian's background will be explained briefly in this chapter... I don't like to give TOO much away when I write lol. Christian is still pretty conceded about himself. He thinks he's God, but I think that is what I like about him most. His personality is truly hot and I have no intentions on taking that away from him... (especially since I plan to have our darling Ana strip that confidence away from him...SLOWLY, in future chapters. Hint-hint! Thats all I'm saying lol.) Christian has a similar backstory from the books but its a little different in my fic. I wanted him to be touched (by me... coughs) but I wanted to keep his sexy Master of the Universe attitude. Nope, not just the BDSM story... a little bit more. You will find out if he's a CEO in this chapter or not, but I will say that he is co-owner of Floggers.
I'm not a new writer... just NEW to writing fanfic for FSOG lol. Thank you for reading!
I do not have a Pinterest... yet, but I plan on getting one so that it helps give a visual. But if I decide not to, I hope you can forgive me.
Oh! Also, I had received a PM about who I saw as Christian and Anastasia? Well, you all can picture them as whoever you want, but I'm stuck between either Jay Ryan & Kristin Kreuk or Jamie Dornan & Dakota Johnson. Haven't quite picked whom yet ;)Again, thanks so much for reading! I'm already over 30 FAVS and over 60 FOLLOWS (after only ONE chapter) and that SHOCKS the SHIT out of me! Haha! Back to the story. Enjoy ;)
-Chapter 2—It Must Scream Sex-
Ana POV
Most girls want to be hairstylists, or vets... Nurses or dental assistants, doctors or therapists.
My current occupation is flipping burgers and dropping baskets full of onion rings and french fries down into boiling hot grease. My soon to be occupation? Well, if I even survive the night—or the first 5 seconds of the night—at Floggers, I'll be their new bartender. Maybe!
Can I really do this? Am I really that desperate? Possibly. And yes, I am desperate. Desperate to keep my reputation at WSU in tact and my spot to graduate by the end of the semester. My degree means too damn much to me to just give up now. And from what I had seen, Floggers pays more than most bars, pubs, and strip clubs all combined together in one week.
"Ana, you okay in there?" Jose's voice calls out from behind my bathroom door. Honestly, I'm not sure if I am or not.
"Just... Give me a minute, Jose. I'm finishing up my make-up." I shout back at him.
I take a deep breath, and look up at my reflection. You are Anastasia Rose Steele! You can do this! I splash water on my face and towel dry it. Reaching up, I gather my hair and twist it into a low pony tail, then push it up against the back of my head and clip it. I decided to wear my glasses rather than my contacts, considering I had worn them all day already. With a little eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss, I looked pretty hot.
As I entered my bedroom, Jose was sitting on the bed. Damn! For a gay dude, he looks mighty fine! He'd changed into a pair of worn blue jeans, a white tank—which shows off his delicious muscles—and dark brown boots. His hair was spiked on the top and a pair of shades, which rested on his forehead as he looked down clipping his nails.
"So?" I breathe.
He looks up and makes a face. "You're wearing that?" he takes the sunglasses off and uses them to point at me. What's wrong with my clothes?
"Yeah. I am. Is there a problem?" I say, raising a brow. When he doesn't answer me, I walk over to the tall, antique floor mirror. I'm wearing my dark boot-cut blue jeans, black leather sandals with about 2-inch heels, my black tank top and a gray over shirt that falls off one shoulder.
"No, no, no. That outfit screams innocence. That's not a word normally used in Floggers." Jose deadpans. Ouch! Really, Jose?
"Jose—"
"Ana, Ana, Ana..." he stands, walking towards me, "Do you really want to work at Floggers?"
"Not really, Jose. But you know I need the money." I sigh.
He grabs the hem to the gray over shirt and pulls it off. "Then your outfit has to go by dress code and it has to scream sex."
"Sex?"
"Sex."
I thought being a bartender wasn't all that important? But apparently, it is.
The ride over to Floggers was just enough time to fill my brain with worry. What if I'm not capable of doing this? What if I can't handle being around a bunch of pervs?
'You are a strong minded person, Annie. You can do just about anything.' My step-father's words haunt me. Maybe I'm over-thinking this? Perhaps I'm only looking at this situation by it's cover. But once we arrive, my insides twist and I feel like I'm not ready to open the book.
I take 2 deep breaths and pull down the visor to take one last look at myself in the mirror. Before we had left the apartment, Jose had me change into a tight-fitted burgundy silk sleeveless cocktail dress that wrapped around every crevice and curve in my body perfectly, and it stops right above my knees.
At least I got to keep the shoes and the clip in my hair...
He fixed my make-up—using dark gray shadow—applying it to give my eyes a smoky look, enhancing the blue color of my eyes, and a dark red lipstick to go with my dress. Talk about looking like a prostitute. Pfft!
I began pinching my cheeks to give them a blush and flip the visor back up as I sigh.
"Ana, you're going to be fine." Jose says in his most innocent, gayest tones as he bats his eyes at me.
Will I?
I nod. And right when I grab the door handle to the car, Jose grabs my wrist. "Wait." he sighs.
I turn to face him, crossing my arms. "What is it, now, Jose? Am I not screaming sex?"
"Well... It's just..."
Oh, Jeez... just spit it out! I raise my brows feigning impatience. "Well?" I mutter.
He points at my skirt. "Hike it up a notch. You'll have men crawling at your feet worshiping you if ya do. Your legs scream sex."
Oh, for the love of God! This shit again? "Seriously, Jose." I snap. "I've already let you talk me out of the outfit I had picked, then I allowed you to 'adjust' my make-up for God's sake, and now this?"
His mouth twists and I know he's trying not to laugh. He reaches up and grabs my hair clip and releases my hair from it's confinement. My hair cascades down on top of my shoulders.
"Better." Jose breathes. "If I wasn't gay, I would totally take you home right now."
"Jose!"
"Sorry. I got a little carried away. Besides, been there, done that."
"For Christ's sake! Jose!" I'm angry now and a little embarrassed. I honestly don't want to remember my first night of passion being with somebody who hungers for the same sex as me. Ugh! "Let's just get this over with, shall we?" I add, pushing the car door open and climbing out.
I take in the scenery that stands before me. A neon sign flashing Floggers in a bright purple stands out the most. The building is at least two-stories and from the looks of the staircase on the side leading downward, the place has a basement as well. The establishment is made of a soft slick brown stone with mixtures of bronze and black in the coloring. The music is blazing and vibrating my feet as I continue to gaze at my soon-to-be occupation.
"You ready?" Jose says from behind me, taking my hand. "It's okay, Anabelle. Elena doesn't bite..." he smirks, guiding me closer to the door, opening it for me, "...hard." he adds.
I swallow hard. My knees are already feeling like jello. What the hell am I doing here?! I turn to leave and run into a wall of a man. I think I hear Jose gasp even.
"Oh my God. I am so sor—" My voice trails off as my eyes slowly trail up his body. He's broad. Muscular. Long-fingered. Luscious lips. And as my eyes reach his, my breath hitches as my body shudders to the most beautiful, piercing gray gaze staring back at me.
"I..." I start to apologize again but he extends his hand out to me.
"Christian Grey." Holy Mother of God! His voice is just so... Wait! What the hell is happening to me?! And why does that name sound so familiar?
"A-A-Anastasia S-Steele." I stutter, grasping his hand. What's this? I pull my hand back the instant our palms touch. An unfamiliar electric feeling travels from my hand all the way down... there! This feeling courses through my veins as if liquid fire had been injected into me. My heart pounds against my chest like a sledge hammer as I try to find my voice. "I-I-I'm truly s-s-sorry about t-that." I say quickly, stuttering still. Again, WTF is wrong with me? I've never been this shy before!
He looks up behind me, and I turn to see Jose—who looks like he just witnessed somebody being hit by a freaking bus—then back to me. "A friend of yours, Mr. Rodriguez?" he says softly.
Oh, that voice!
"That she is, Mr. Grey. She's here to meet Elena about the bartender opening, right Ana?" Jose says, smirking at me.
If look could kill, Jose would be dead. I give him the 'fuck you' look. Bastard! And here I thought I was going to get out of it!
"Anastasia?" I snap my head up at the sound of my name on his lips. It's so sensual how he pronounces it. On second thought, I think I might stay.
"Yes?" I whisper, still gazing into his eyes.
"We need to go through some paperwork before we discuss the job opening further."
Wait... Is he? "But... I... I assumed Elena—" I stutter. Jeez, get a grip, Steele!
"Allow me to introduce myself again. Christian Grey, CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc. and co-owner of Floggers. Elena is probably prepping tonight's entertainment. I will be doing your interview, Miss Steele."
Oh, fuck!
"Yes Sir." I murmur, forcing a smile.
I turn around to Jose, who seems to be highly amused with this whole situation. Oh, don't you worry baby, because this is not over until I say it is...
"Mr. Rodriguez. Would you be so kind as to take Miss Steele to my office. I'm going to let Mrs. Lincoln know that I'm here."
Saying that I'm confused in this moment would be an understatement. I am completely lost! I never expected my soon-to-be boss to be as attractive as he is. Oh, who am I kidding? I didn't even think that he was going to be the soon-to-boss! Jose never mentioned him. He always mention his aunt Elena. And I'm being interviewed? Now?! Not to mention that it will be conducted by none other than Christian Grey. May the ground swallow me whole now...
The club smells of citrus polish, wood, and leather... and sex! But it's a very neat and clean environment.
The inside of the club is dimly lit. Rays of pinks, purples, and reds beam in different kinds of directions. Wooden poles separate the room into two sides; four poles in total. A woman is tied to one, wrapped in ruby red braided rope and... is she gagged? Holy shit! She's barely clothed in a black leather bra and matching panties and, what I assume is her boyfriend, is wearing black leather pants with the top button unfastened; kissing and biting the flesh between her ear and neck. Oh. My. God...
I look to my left and see a man wearing gray boxer briefs chained up against some sort of wooden cross on the far wall closest to the stage. The woman in front of him is grabbing him in places that shouldn't be out in public. But deep down, I kind of expected this type of activity. I knew what I was getting into when Jose first mentioned the club.
There is a crowd of both men and women dancing slowly—and sexually—in different areas of the club to the sensual voice of Lana del Rey crooning softly from the rather large speakers on both sides of the stage. The stage reminds me of an old amphitheater, with a deep, dark ruby red cotton curtain. It's open enough to see a four poster red oak bed with chains and cuffs extended from each post. Red satin sheets, and a thin, see-through black curtain that frames the bed, at the head-board, and the sides of the bed. A single white stage light beams down onto the bed.
Oh my God! This is so, frightening yet so... arousing.
Last but not least is the rectangular bar with red leather-top stools all the way around the dark wooden frame. Little white hanger lights frame the bar area in a dim glow. A register sits on a rectangular kitchen island in the middle of the boxed in bar along with different shaped glasses, mugs, flutes, and tumblers. Hmm...
"Jose." I murmur, pulling at his wrist to stop. "I don't think I can do this." I add, nearly in a plea.
He sighs, crossing his arms in front of him. "Anastasia." Oh, so it's Anastasia now? "I understand that all of this looks... sadistic." he sighs again. Yes, it truly does. No, try animalistic! "But looks are very deceiving. Do you think I would continue doing what I do if I didn't like it? If it wasn't fun?"
Well...
"Ana, I love my job. I love the thrill of this experience. I love the pay. I love all of the beautiful people I've met and become very close to here. I love my aunt. And most importantly, I love the fact that everyone here treats me like a human being, and not just some outsider who likes the same body parts I bare with me."
Wow! Who knew that Jose could be so... compassionate.
"Ana, if you want to leave, you know where the door is. I'm not going to force you into this if it's really something you're not able to face every night. But, I will say this. Once you agree to this type of occupation, there will be things done in here that you can't just go gossiping about to your best friend. Understand?"
Are there worst things done in here than what I'm seeing now?
My inner goddess is on her knees begging me not to go. I take another look around the club one last time. In all honesty, for an exotic night club such as this, it's really not all that bad... I suppose.
I take a deep breath and look back towards Jose. "Okay." I whisper.
"What?" Jose must not have heard me.
"I said okay. I'll do it." I shout over the music.
He smiles as he grabs my hand and leads me down a hallway of various doors. He opens a door and allows me to enter but doesn't come in behind me. Instead, he closes the door behind me and disappears. Wow, gee thanks, Jose!
I begin taking in my surroundings. Everything looks so spiffy in here, and it gives me a clear mind to think more about this job. The room is an off-white with a pale blue trim along the top portions of the walls. A mahogany desk sits dead in the center and it looks like 6 could sit there comfortably, and a Mac computer rests on top of it. Black leather chairs sit facing the desk and a tall black leather desk chair sits behind it. Christian Grey's thrown, I assume. One thing catches my eye. The beautiful art hanging to my left on the wall is completely breathtakingly beautiful.
Compared to what lies behind these four walls, its calming and relaxing to be standing in here. Out there it's loud, wild and...
"Miss Steele, please have a seat." Christian states as he walks inside. He shrugs his gray Armani suit jacket off and places it on the back of his chair. I take a seat in front of the desk and cross my legs. Before he sits, he unbuttons the top three buttons of his white dress shirt and removes the cufflinks right as he begins to roll his sleeves up.
Now that we're in better lighting, I take a better look at the man before me. He has copper-brown colored hair that slightly dangles over his forehead. His eyes are even brighter than before; bright gray and beautifully hypnotizing. He's tall. Assuming around 6'2" and he's broadly built. Very attractive with the light scruff outlining his jaw-line. My heart begins to race. It's so quiet in here that I fear he may hear my erratic heartbeat. Just keep calm, Steele.
I look down at my clasped hands which are lying in my lap. I don't think I've ever been this nervous before in my entire life. This man doesn't look like he's over 21 yet he's Master of his Universe as CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings. Then it hits me. Grey Enterprises? Wait, so this is THE Christian Grey?! My head snaps back up, my eyes gazing in his direction. Holy crap! Christian Grey is the one who will be handing out our diplomas!
I'd heard about this a month ago, and I had done a little research on him with my long time friend Google. But I never would have thought...
"Before we get started, I'd like for you to sign a NDA." he says as he grabs a sheet of paper from the printer.
"NDA?" I murmur.
He smiles, sliding the sheet across the desk to me, laying down a pen on top of it. "Yes. A Non-Disclosure Agreement. It protects this club as well as you and me and anyone who crosses the threshold of Floggers."
Oh...
I pick up the document and look over it briefly. I can't seem to shake the feeling that he's hiding something. I grab a pen and sign, curious to know more of what secrets he may be withholding from me.
A ghost of a smile appears on his lips and not once did he take his eyes off me while he placed the document inside of a manilla folder. I'm beginning to feel a tad bit of discomfort. "What?" I snap softly.
"Do you know what Floggers represents, Miss Steele?" he asks, clasping his hands in front of him on his desk. I think about that answer longer than I should and he chuckles before continuing. "Do you know what type of lifestyle this club represents, Miss Steele?"
"Ana, please. And to answer both of your questions, Mr. Grey, then yes, I do. I know what I am getting myself into without being reminded. I didn't exactly take too kindly to the offer when Jose approached me with the idea. Quite honestly, I need the money. My current job doesn't begin to pay what I need to keep up with student loans, and of course, I'm not a very helpful roommate when it comes to paying the bills and that's just not who I am. I can't continue to burden Jose with all of the bills."
He runs his index finger across his bottom lip. He hums his response then stands, sauntering ever so slowly in between me and his desk. He leans back and crosses his arms, cocking his head to one side. "And do you think that you can handle this lifestyle, Anastasia?"
I can't help but think that there is a hidden message in his words. I am officially paralyzed from our proximity. He's nearly inches away from me, and his eyes are still on mine. I can actually feel the heat radiating off this man and my heart begins to race. What the hell is wrong with you, Steele? Intimidating has never affected you this way before.
"Can't say that I ever experienced BDSM before, but if you're asking me if it's going to be too distracting for me to pour and serve drinks, then the answer is no. Mr. Grey, I am a little more professional than what you give me credit for and I understand why you have asked. You don't know me. But hopefully if you give me the job I can show you what I'm made of."
He nods with a smile. "So, have you ever been in the bartender slot before, Miss Steele?" he asks, walking back to his chair.
"Not really, but I'm a fast learner, Sir. I'm sure I'll catch onto it quickly." I murmur, smiling shyly.
I swear I could hear him hiss with an intake of sharp breath. I swallow hard and close my eyes, trying to control that deep, dark feeling he sent directly to my core by this sound.
"Nervous?" he whispers.
I open my eyes, gazing back into his. "Yes." i breathe.
"Well, let's see if we can increase that feeling. Let's see what you can do, Anastasia." he smiles, raising a brow.
"...and what are you looking for exactly, Mr. Benson?" a woman with bleach blonde hair says, entering the office. Both mine and Christian's head dart towards the interference when realization strikes the woman. "...let me look through my files and see what I can do for you. I'll give you a call back." she ends the call without a good-bye, or even a fuck you.
"Christian," the woman begins, "whose this lovely little flower?" she asks, smiling at me. The woman is much older than I am. I'd guess she's around her early fifties. She has perfectly toned skin and highly fit features for an older woman. Perhaps she hits the gym?
"Elena..." oh fuck! "this is Anastasia Steele, our new bartender." What?! "Ana, this is Mrs. Elena Lincoln, your other boss." ...and my roommate slash best friend's fucking aunt.
"Mrs. Lincoln." I smile, standing as I extend my hand to her. She takes it and we shake.
"Please, call me Elena. And hike up that skirt a bit. Sex sells everything." she says raising her eyebrow at me as she pinches and pulls my skirt up until the back hem is barely kissing my ass. I flush as the realization sets in that this woman has pulled my skirt up in front of this man, nearly exposing my ass.
Oh for the love of everything Holy! What am I getting myself into?!
"Christian," she begins, facing Mr. Grey, "I need you out there and ready for the um..." she looks back over to me as if she is hesitant to say any more in front of me.
"Don't worry, Elena, she signed already." Christian quickly states. "I'll be out in five, alright?"
She nods then turns back towards me. "It was nice meeting you, Anastasia. Glad to add you to our... special team. Have fun, darling."
"Thank you." I smile, shaking her hand again. Glancing back towards Christian, I take a deep breath and head towards the door when...
"Before you get started, Miss Steele..." I freeze as his body heat slowly swallows me whole. I close my eyes, my back facing his front, and the proximity is electrifying. He reaches up and pushes all of my hair to my right shoulder, exposing the left side of my neck. Goosebumps travel down my body and I bite my lip to suppress the moan that threatened to escape my lips.
I shouldn't be feeling this way. I hardly know this man!
But, oh God, does it feel good. He bends until his heated breath kisses my ear as he whispers, "Pull. Your. Skirt. Down. Miss Steele." Oh my God, I think I'm going to faint!
Once again, I freeze and I feel this heat scorch me from head to toe. I feel his fingers brush against my hips and he pinches the fabric, pulling my skirt back down to where I had it originally. I shiver as the heat sends delicious tingles of ice down my spine. And I have a feeling that Mr. Grey has took notice in my actions. Good going, Steele. PULL. YOURSELF. TOGETHER!
"Not that I wouldn't mind looking at your smokin' hot legs, but they would be highly distracting and I'm afraid that I would have very little control keeping my hands off of you. And control is my middle name." he whispers against my neck. I sigh as I screw my eyes shut. Smokin' hot legs?! Distracting?! Little control keeping his hands off of me?! IS HE TRYING TO SEDUCE ME?!
He moves his hands away from me and I instantly crave his touch again. The heat slowly disappears and when I turn around and open my eyes, I realize that I am now alone...
**I know, I'm a little salty when it comes to start ups on stories, but ya know what? I will get better at it as I go along. I know that I promised more info on the club and Christian in this chapter, but I wanted all of that to be in the next chapter for my own reasons. The song playing in the club while Ana was walking through was Burning Desire by Lana del Rey. You can search it on YouTube. I probably misspelled her name, but oh well lol. I know this shit is pretty boring right now but like I said, I want to take things slowly. If ya don't like it, STOP READING! Thanks so much and I will try to update sooner than Tuesday, but there are no guarantees ;) No Pinterests just yet, but I have set one up. Check back Tuesday!**