I have been in such a slump lately which is why my stories are being so delayed. But hopefully this works for now.
Alison finds herself completely entranced by this innocent, beautiful angel in front of her. She seems flawless, as if she could do no wrong. The blonde knows nobody is perfect, but she figures that this girl Emily comes pretty damn close.
She isn't sure what exactly it is that compels her to spill her secrets to the gorgeous brunette (but she's pretty sure it's partly the warm fuzzy feelings from the wine). It may have been the way Emily gazed at her with unwavering attention, or the way Emily seemed to relax whenever Alison's hand touched her. It may have been some Christmas magic, which Alison didn't believe in but Emily did from what she could tell.
Her mind is pretty freed from the heavy chains of emotional burden she had been experiencing all week, and every other holiday season. It just felt natural to be here with this complete and total stranger. But Emily didn't feel foreign or unknown, she felt like home to Alison. She wondered if this is what it felt like to have someone to belong to, someone to come home to. The way Emily's gaze unraveled her very existence frightened her.
But she's quite ashamed that Emily met her in a strip club of all places and the nagging thought won't cease leave her. More so, she's embarrassed she was the stripper and Emily was the lost puppy. However, she knows Emily is aware of the fact, and she can tell the brunette keeps trying to reassure her she was there on purpose so she's not judging Alison.
The classy and aesthetically pleasing loft is everything Ali has ever dreamed of. She had been born into a lower-class city family, and when she moved out she had been struggling to barely pay rent on her own. School was out of the question, and so was any high paying job, other than stripping. She is grateful that Emily didn't ask a single question about her occupation. At some point in the conversation, Emily had turned on Christmas music (it was when the clock struck midnight, Ali muses). This evening is turning into one of Alison's greatest fantasies- a warm, loving holiday with someone so incredibly special in a majestic setting. And the place may not be majestic by any means to a normal person, but to Alison it is wonderful.
So when Emily looks at her kindly and says, "well you're here now, at least you're not with them", she watches chocolate brown eyes glance between her own eyes and her lips. She feels her body leaning in before she can stop herself.
(And truth be told she absolutely does not want to stop herself.)
Emily's eyes flutter close and Alison feels her own shutting as she smiles and whispers thanks to the brunette. She feels Emily's nervousness so she gently closes the distance and lets her lips collide with Emily's super soft lips. She practically melts at the feeling – she didn't know one person could make her feel so wanted with barely any touch.
And then the pounding and shouting at the door snaps her out of her moment. She looks worriedly at Emily who seems frozen in fear. Alison did not like the tone of voice this person was using towards the sweet brunette.
"Who is it?" Ali asks under her breath as she puts her hand on Emily's leg.
"My ex," Emily whispers back.
Well, Alison certainly wasn't expecting that.
"What's she want?"
"I don't know, I haven't talked to her in a week," Emily mumbles weakly.
"I'll answer the door," Ali says protectively but Emily tugs on her hand to stop her.
"Don't, I don't want her to interrupt this," Emily said hesitatingly with a scared face.
"What exactly is this?" Alison asks in a low voice as she feels Emily tense a little bit. Was it out of fear? She slides into Emily's lap once more and caresses her face gently, soothing her hesitation.
"I don't know, but I like it," Emily murmurs, entranced by Alison.
Alison isn't used to someone seeing her for anything more than her body. She doesn't know how to feel when she watches Emily confide in her silently with pleading eyes about the screaming girl outside the door.
"Will she leave eventually?" Alison asks gently as she brings her hand around to play with Emily's hair.
"I'm sure," Emily whispers and watches Alison smiles back at her. She could get used to that lovely face.
"I'm sorry about back at the club," Emily sheepishly apologizes. "I didn't want to embarrass myself so I needed to leave. I didn't want to make you feel bad."
"Oh," Alison says realizing what Emily means. "It's okay-"
"EMILY open the door," Ali hears that obnoxious voice interrupt her and she gets up angrily.
"You don't have to," Emily tries to stop her but Alison smiles.
"I want to. I know how to defend myself," Ali winks as she saunters over to the door. Emily thinks she must have died and gone to heaven- the hottest little stripper has taken a liking to her, and turns out to be a very real, sweet girl who is now sounding very protective of her.
(And her round ass in those tight jeans bounces deliciously as she saunters.)
Before Emily can stop her, Alison flings the door open to reveal a very angry, drunk Paige. The blonde wrinkles her nose in disgust at the strong stench of alcohol and the nasty appearance of the girl in front of her- how could Emily ever have dated such an unpleasant looking person?
"Who the fuck are you?" the girl growls and Alison stands her ground, crossing her arms.
"I'm Alison, and you are?"
"Emily's girlfriend," Paige snaps and Alison rolls her eyes.
"I think you may be living in the past, you're her ex girlfriend," Alison emphasizes for good measure.
"Where is she?" Paige growls stepping forward and Alison pushes her back, uncomfortable with how close she was getting. "Don't touch me."
"Stay back," Alison warns harshly. "You are not welcome here."
"Emily!" Paige yells and Alison turns around to see the brunette cowering and shyly walking up to the doorway.
"Babe go sit down, I'll take care of this, " Alison says naturally, the pet name flowing instinctively as she grabs Emily's hand and squeezes it to let her know its okay. Emily glances back between the two of them, unsure.
"Who the fuck is this whore?!" Paige snarls and Alison whips around angrily. Her eyes flash with fury and it catches the drunk girl off guard.
"I'm not a whore, but I'm fucking ten times hotter than you'll ever be," Alison snaps snidely, danger clear in her voice. "And I'm going to make Emily feel so good she's going to forget anyone else ever touched her."
"You fucking bitch!"
Paige lunges at Alison who dodges her and aggressively grabs her by the shirt and throws her straight across the hallway. She steps outside and glares down the girl on the floor.
"Leave Emily alone, she deserves much better than a rat like you," Alison hisses. "I deal with rats all day long, and I know one when I see one. Get back to your low life activity before I make you wish you never came here."
Paige looks up menacingly but scrambles to her feet and stomps off in a rage.
Ali slams the door shut, satisfied. She turns around to see the brunette with her jaw dropped. The blonde smiles wearily and goes over to the brunette, taking her hands into her own and holding them.
"What was that?" Alison finally asks.
"She was…angry a lot of the relationship," Emily tries to explain.
"So she was abusive," Alison says with a raised eyebrow. Her thumb rubs Emily's skin in an effort to calm her down.
"Not always," Emily argues weakly and Ali shakes her head.
"Emily, you're way too good to tolerate something like that, you have too much to offer," she says kindly and Emily smiles widely, her emotions soaring because of the blonde.
"Come on, let's get to bed," Alison says with a grin. She makes a move for the bedroom but she stops and she watches as Emily tenses up, the brunette's body suddenly going very still. Her eyebrows knit together worriedly and she's afraid she's suddenly pushing the beautiful girl's boundaries. The words had just come so naturally to her- she hadn't even thought about how it sounded.
"We don't have to sleep together, I was just assuming, I mean I shouldn't assume, it's okay, if you're not comfortable with me cause of where I work-"
"No," Emily's eyes widen in horror, realizing what the blonde thinks. "No that's not it. I mean I have questions but that's different."
She pauses, trying to make sure Alison believes her before she continues.
"I just don't want to come off as really easy or something, after Paige I don't want people to take advantage of me," Emily admits. "Not that I think you would."
Alison stands surprised because that was definitely not what she expected to hear.
"I don't want you to feel that way, I promise," Alison says hoarsely. "You're not the easy or weak one Emily. I'm the one who works at a strip club, I'm the one who just confessed all of my secrets to you within hours of meeting you."
"I don't care that you work at-"
"Seriously try and tell me that it doesn't bother you at all," Alison says slowly starting to feel worse about herself than before. Her own self esteem is clawing at the surface of her existence. She can't escape the way it's telling her she doesn't deserve poor Emily in front of her.
"It doesn't," Emily reiterates but she doesn't look all that convinced.
"Then why would being with me make you easy?" Alison asks sadly, taking what Emily said in the complete wrong way. "Because I'm easy?"
"That's not what I meant-"
"Do you not feel it? You don't feel what I feel?"
"Alison that's not it at all-"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you," Alison says feeling tears pricking at her eyes. "I shouldn't have come here."
She can't hold eye contact with Emily any more and she tries to shake her head and run away.
"I'm so sorry," she repeats and grabs her sweater and heads for the door.
"Don't," Emily grabs her wrist and pulls her back. She looks like she has tears in her own eyes and Alison isn't proud of the fact that things have suddenly gone so wrong, mostly because of her. "Please don't. I don't want to be alone tonight."
"Is that why you brought me back here? Bring the stripper home with you, she'll keep you company until you feel pathetic about it," Alison says frustrated and not truly believing every word she says. She's not really talking to Emily, she's more talking to herself. The words are her own insecurities.
She doesn't mean to accuse Emily of doing such wrong things. But she truly believes she has to push Emily away- she doesn't deserve to have someone like Emily. Not somebody like her.
"Tha-a-a-t's not why, Alison I'm s-s-s-orry I'm not used to this," Emily stutters, panic seeping into her. She didn't mean to phrase her words like that- she is having trouble opening up again, she can hardly say out loud that she findsAlison attractive much less that she really wants her to stay.
"Emily, you'll be better off without a girl like me," Alison says softly but she doesn't even believe what she's saying.
Emily stands, frozen. Her thoughts have come to a screeching halt. She doesn't know how to tell Alison that she may be apprehensive because she doesn't know how experienced the blonde is and she doesn't want to feel inadequate.
She doesn't want to assume that just because Alison barely wears clothes at her job that she'll sleep with anyone, because she thinks she can see more to this girl than sexual appeal.
Alison tries to turn and leave, but she can't help herself- she turns back around and throws herself at the brunette, kissing her with complete need, her tongue dominating Emily's. Emily feels her head spinning, and her thoughts stopping completely. She can feel Alison's body squirming against her desperately, and she doesn't want to break the kiss ever. The blonde's hands slide up her shirt and grip the material by her shoulder, clinging onto the brunette for hope.
"I'm sorry," she whispers again as they pull apart, her hand still gripping Emily's shirt tightly. She doesn't realize that she's shaking until she notices Emily staring down at her fingers. Before the brunette can protest, Alison rips herself away and turns and leaves. The door shuts with a bang.
Alison runs outside and is hit with a gust of freezing cold wind. She didn't actually think this through- she doesn't have a lot of money on her and she doesn't have a car. But she has too much pride to turn around and run back into Emily's apartment asking for help.
She whips out her phone. "Hey, Cece, I know it's late, and you've probably left by now, but do you think you can pick me up?"
X
Emily sits in her loft alone late in the next morning. She stares out the window at the snow falling. It's magical, the city looks splendid with the snowfall and it smells like Christmas outside. But Emily can't forget about Alison, who she has deemed as the whirlwind blonde.
She tries to busy herself cleaning, cooking, and scrolling through social media- but she's lonely, and she really felt a connection with the stripper girl. Alison protected her from Paige, and she made her feel deeply wanted.
So on a whim, she Google searches the name of the strip club she was at last night. She checks to see if they're open today- and they are. There also happens to be a list of performers for the day and the times. Carefully, she looks for the name Vivian. As soon as her eye sees those six little letters, she grabs her jacket and sprints out the door. She has thirty three minutes before Vivian's shift is over.
X
Out of breath and shivering (yet sweating from the hurry), Emily walks briskly into the strip club- and she's a little sickened by how many people are in an establishment like this on her favorite holiday. But she's not here to judge anyone, and most certainly is not about to judge her new favorite blonde.
She looks around cautiously and sits at the bar, trying to survey the whole area. Then, suddenly, she sees her.
Alison is curled up in some guy's lap, topless, with a very skimpy thong on. She helplessly stares as she watches the older man barely refrain from groping the blonde. Seeing a big buff security guy standing inches away doesn't do anything to ease the knots that are suddenly forming in her stomach.
On the one hand, Alison looks dangerously sexy in this environment- the dim red lights, her perfectly done hair, and her flawless, bare, toned body. Her body never seems to bend into a bad pose.
On the other hand, Emily does not want to watch an almost naked Alison drape herself all over sleazy strangers.
The brunette watches with nausea as the blonde smiles fondly at the man and lets her hand run through his hair. Emily begins to think that maybe she's made a huge mistake in coming here.
Alison drags her hips across the man's pelvis and teasingly presses her chest against him as she continues to grind against him.
That does it- Emily has to get up and leave, she can't handle watching something like that. She curses herself for feeling so pathetic, but before Paige, she had only been with one other girl, sexually. And, she knows that the short but intense hours she had spent with Alison had left her attached helplessly to the blonde.
So she gets up in an attempt to leave. In her haste and discomfort, she accidentally collides with another body and she hears glass shatter as she falls to the ground with the other person. She sees blonde hair as she gains her bearings and focuses on the face in front of her. It couldn't be Alison though- and it wasn't.
It was another blonde with very similar features to Ali.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry," the new stripper says apologetically as she looks Emily up and down. "And oh my god you are totally stunning."
"Thanks," is all Emily can manage as she sits up and looks in the direction of the Alison. She sees bright blue eyes shimmering with worry, and she notices how tense and distracted from the man Alison looks all of a sudden.
The brunette can't even focus on anything this blonde in front of her is saying when Alison is looking at her with those intense blue orbs. She watches as Alison leans over and whispers something to the man and tries to get up off him. He tries to flash a pervy smile and convince her to stay but she pulls away from him, rushing hurriedly over to the brunette still on the floor.
"Emily," Alison says in shock and Emily has to force her eyes to focus on her face and not Alison's delightfully tempting tits in front of her.
"Emily? Like the Emily whose place I picked you up from last night?" the other blonde asks.
"Yes," Alison says softly, her eyes fixed on the nervous brunette's face. "Cece this is Emily. Emily, Cece."
The two look at each other politely, but Emily can barely pull her eyes away from the gorgeous figure she's dreamnt about all night.
Alison extends her hand and pulls Emily to her feet. She cautiously wraps her arms around her, and Emily feels unwanted heat shoot straight to her core at the feeling of the blonde hugging her with her bare body.
"Come on, I'm assuming you want to talk," Alison says gently. "Let's go to one of the private rooms."
Emily weakly nods and lets the blonde lead. Even if it wasn't a Merry Christmas, it was turning out to be a damn interesting one.