Title: Demons
Author: Jamiexh
Rating: R
Summary: AU Beca has a thriving secret business during her time at Barden. She runs a drug and prostitution ring. Will her secret get compromised while trying to fit in?
Author's Note: The song used throughout this story is Demons by Imagine Dragons.
Warning: Major character deaths
Chapter 4
"When your dreams all fail,
And the ones we hail,
Are the worst of all."
Between Demons, Bellas rehearsals, and classes Beca barely had time to notice how fast the time flew by. It was the night before the ICCA regional competition, and the DJ was determined to spend it with her girlfriend.
"Are you alright," Chloe asked the brunette, "you're quiet."
Beca smirked as she quickly straddled her girlfriend on her bed. "I'm better now," she answered before kissing her gently. When they broke apart both girls just smiled at each other. "Hi."
"Hi," Chloe replied, kissing her again. Quickly, their kisses grew more heated and Beca pulled at the hem of the redhead's shirt. Chloe pulled away when she felt Beca's hands there. "Are you sure?"
"You have no idea how much I want you. I've wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. But, I wanted to wait and make this special. I really care about you, Chloe. And I think that it's the right time."
Chloe kissed her hard and pulled off her shirt when she broke away. Both girls smiled at each other again, before Beca closed the distance and kissed the redhead again, her fingers gently running across the bare skin of Chloe's abdomen. They continued to kiss hungrily until both were breathless. Chloe quickly pushed Beca's flannel button-up shirt from her shoulders and pulled up on the tank top underneath. The redhead smiled appreciatively as she took in the sight of her shirtless lover.
"You've seen it all before," Beca smirked.
"Yes, but it's different now," Chloe replied.
"It is, isn't it," the brunette smiled before unclasping Chloe's bra and her own. Beca kissed down Chloe's neck as she gently lowered her lover to lay her back on the bed. The DJ's kisses moved from the older girl's neck down to her chest, kissing around her breasts, teasing her the whole time.
"Beca," Chloe urged. The brunette smirked, but moved to caress the redhead's breasts, taking one of her nipples into her mouth. "Fuck." Beca just continued her sweet torture on her lover, alternating between nipples, while using her hands to unbutton and, with Chloe's help, pulled off the other girl's jeans and underwear. Once all the redhead's clothes were removed, Beca kissed down to her lower region and began circling her lover's clitoris with her tongue, causing Chloe to gasp.
"Oh, Beca, fuck me," Chloe cried out. But, Beca continued to lick around the redhead's clit. Once she saw that Chloe was close, she thrust two fingers into her lover, causing the older girl to cry out in orgasm. But, Beca didn't stop. She kept thrusting and licking until Chloe came a second time.
The brunette backed away and held her lover as she caught her breath. Beca just savored that moment and got lost in the feeling of her girlfriend against her, that she didn't even notice when Chloe recovered and rolled on top of her.
"Chloe," Beca exclaimed, surprised.
"You're turn," the redhead smirked pulling off Beca's jeans and underwear, before diving in between Beca's legs.
"Fuck," the DJ yelled as Chloe quickly worked her magic on the other girl. It didn't take Chloe long to bring Beca to orgasm.
"Worth the wait," Chloe asked once Beca's breathing returned to normal.
"Oh baby," Beca cooed, "so worth it. Actually it was beyond worth it."
"Yeah."
Beca just smiled contently as Chloe turned to hold her. "Can I tell you something," Beca asked meekly.
"You can tell me anything."
"I think I'm falling for you."
Chloe placed a small kiss on the brunette's shoulder. "I think I'm falling for you too."
…
"Who owns this place," Bumper yelled as he celebrated yet another one of his ICCA victories with the Trebles. Though they all drank at the house earlier, he and Donald decided to continue their celebration at Hellhound. All the other Trebles were underage and couldn't enter the club with the exception of Jesse, who was not permitted to drink during business hours. The secret club owner watched after the other two boys to make sure that they didn't cause too much trouble.
"Aw, look who it is," the lead Treble said as he walked over to the bar. Aubrey was sitting on one of the barstools crying into her drink.
"Go away, Bumper," the blonde replied.
"Come on, Posen. You have to know that that boring ass set list you had would never win you the ICCA's."
"It carried us last year."
"Until you puked during it. And honestly that was the highlight of the set."
Aubrey look crushed by his words and it was time for someone to intervene. "Alright, that's enough, man," Jesse said.
"Ah, come on. She's a loser," Bumper yelled.
"You had enough," the younger boy stated. "It's time to go home."
"Bullshit."
Jesse just shook his head. "Lana," he called to the bartender, "cut them off. And get George to call them a cab."
"Dude," Bumper and Donald both exclaimed.
"It's time for you to go," Jesse stated again firmly, as he waved over the bouncer.
"No fair, dude."
"You'll thank me later." Jesse turned to Aubrey. "Are you alright?" She just shook her head. "Alright, come on, let's get out of here." He wrapped his hand gently around her waist to steady her as he led her to the employee elevator and took her to his room on the 6th floor. He sat her on his bed and just held her as she cried onto his shoulder.
"I can't do anything right," Aubrey sobbed.
"That's not true."
"Isn't it? I can't do anything right. I'm a disappointment to everyone. I let my dad down last year and he disowned me. I let the Bellas down today when I couldn't lead them to victory. I let Stacie down, cause I can't be a good girlfriend and take her out cause I don't have much extra spending money. I'm going to lose her, just like I lost everyone else."
"You're not going to lose her."
"How do you know?"
Jesse took a deep breath. He knew this was going to be a risky move, but he had to try. "What if I told you that there was a way that you could make more money here?"
Aubrey looked at him. "How?"
"Well, you could do what I do and strip. It pays better, but there is another way. It pays really well. But, it's a secret."
"What is it?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
He looked her in the eye and saw her desperation and despair. "Okay, you know the members only club, Maenad, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, it's extremely exclusive for a reason. It's a sex club. Members are screened and tested to ensure their secrecy in exchange for sex with our employees. It's safe. The red demons, as they are referred to, are monitored and constantly checked. And no one will make you do anything that you feel uncomfortable with. And you can say no to a client and choose how much you work. But, again this is a secret. Demons can get in a lot of legal trouble if people found out."
Aubrey was quiet for a moment, taking in all the information before finally asking, "How much do they pay?"
…
"This is all my fault," Chloe mumbled into Beca.
"No it's not," Beca replied, pulling Chloe closer into her. "The set list was shit. I couldn't even find a mix to make it work."
"But, I had the most solos. I couldn't carry it."
"Baby, no one could make that set list a winner. You were amazing. Your voice is amazing and you took that set list past its potential. We placed third. I didn't see that happening at all."
"You're bias."
"Doesn't make what I'm saying less true." Chloe smiled a little, but then slumped again. Beca sighed. "Come on, Chloe. Let's put in a movie. You can pick my torture."
The redhead perked up a little again, as Beca pulled up Netflix on her laptop. "I still don't understand how anyone can hate movies."
But before Beca could answer they were interrupted with a knock on the door. The brunette sighed as she got up to answer it.
"Jesse," Beca greeted.
"Beca, can I talk to you," he asked nervously. "Alone?" His eyes quickly glanced upward, she sighed.
The brunette walked back over to Chloe and kissed her gently. "Pick a movie. I'll be right back."
Jesse quickly led Beca to the elevator and tapped his wristband to the sensor twice, before selecting the 5th floor. He quickly took her into one of the empty interrogation rooms.
"What is it, Jesse," she snapped, seeing the empty room.
The Treble quickly looked down, sheepishly, but said nothing.
"Seriously," Beca scoffed. "I don't have time for this. I got an upset girlfriend downstairs."
"So do I." Beca looked over at him. "Well, not girlfriend. But, upset girl…"
"Ugh, Jesse. Speak."
"I have Aubrey in my room. She was really upset and was talking about not having any money, so I told her about the red demons."
"You did what?"
"Beca, hear me out. She's seriously considering it."
"So what do you want?"
"Your approval if she says yes."
"You own this club, too. Why are you asking me?"
"Because we're partners."
"Fine. If she says yes than she can be a red demon."
"Yes," Jesse cheered.
"But, you do realize that you can't sleep with her, right? We are employees. We can't be clients at Maenad. We have to keep our cover."
Jesse's face dropped. He clearly had not thought about that. "Yeah. Fine."
"Jesse, offering her the job, was it about you or was it about her?"
"Both. I wanted to help her. And I do still want her. But, she's with Stacie now."
"Keep trying. I don't see Stacie and her lasting. Aubrey is a control freak and she can't control Stacie. Give it time."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. Now I have a girlfriend to get back to."
When Beca returned to her room, she found Chloe still on the bed, movie already cued on up the screen. "What was that about," the redhead asked.
"Jesse really likes Aubrey. And he asked some advice about her."
"Why didn't he just ask me? I am her best friend."
"Cause she is with Stacie and he didn't know how you would react."
"Stacie is temporary. And I think Jesse and Aubrey would be cute together," Chloe replied kissing Beca gently. "That all he wanted to talk about?"
"Yeah," Beca said. Chloe looked at her. She wanted to believe Beca, but she could tell in her gut that there was more to the story.
