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Trixie had never fancied herself a club, she just never saw the appeal. The floors were sticky, it was always that uncomfortable kind of hot that came from the drunken bodies around her, and there were always a few people there who didn't seem to understand what no meant. Overall, it just wasn't her thing, but today was an exception, she had closed a particularly sweet business deal earlier that day and her friends insisted she celebrate. They'd come to The Scarlet Hour, a club owned by a friend of a friend. Detox Icunt had been Trixie's good Judy for a long time and frequented the place often. She knew how much Trixie disliked clubs, but despite this had been trying to get the blonde to come for ages and was ecstatic when she finally agreed.

Detox had told the blonde that the place was unlike any other she'd been to, it was underground and elite. The businesswoman chose to believe her, promptly regretting that decision when she led them into a sketchy looking laundry mat. She stayed though and when Detox gave some sort of message to the owner, he stepped aside, pulling one of unsuspecting panels behind him open, and revealing a long, dark hallway with a single door and a big, stoic man in front of it it. She could feel the anxiety creeping into her stomach, but Bianca shoved the businesswoman forward, the humming and swishing sounds of the laundromat soon fading into booming music that made the floor beneath them vibrate. Blue and purple lights shone from underneath the door and the charged atmosphere sent goosebumps up Trixie's arms.

"Are you ready for the time of your life sluts!" Detox exclaimed, approaching the man who immediately opened the door.

It was significantly bigger and much nicer than Trixie had expected, several small stages that held dancing women were scattered around the lounge. A huge stage with a long catwalk sat unoccupied towards the back of the place, small tables with black luxury chairs on either side. The bar was packed, lit up with the same soft blue, pink, and purple hues that decorated the stage and the undersides of the floor. The sweet smell of vanilla filled her nostrils, urging her towards a red neon sign reading 'Exclusif' that shone over an entrance guarded with bouncers and red velvet ropes.

She could spot black, button tufted sofas on the upper level of the club and huge, sophisticated chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The music was loud, the lights were bright, and everyone around them was adorned in pressed suits and tiny, elegant dresses. It was unlike any other club she'd been to; her heels didn't stick to the floor as she walked, there was no uncomfortable body heat or strange men. She was suer her eyes were as wide as dinner plates as she observed the place around her.

"Holy shit," she finally breathed.

"I told you that you'd love it bitch!" Detox exclaimed, shaking the girls' arm in excitement.

"I still don't see how this is better than going to a nice restaurant to celebrate," Veronica complained.

"If you don't want to be here, you can go," The blonde deadpanned, already tiring of her complaining.

The raven-haired woman kept her mouth firmly shut; she had only come with so she could keep an eye on Trixie. She had been working for the blonde almost 4 years now and had been perusing the business owner manically ever since. She wasn't interested in Veronica though, in fact, she couldn't stand Veronica. She was so different now from when they first started, but the tanned woman had helped her build the company from the ground up and they'd been friends for years, she didn't complain any further whilst they walked up to the bar.

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Trixie was having a good time, despite Vero clinging to her side the entire night, the few drinks she had left her comfortably buzzed, she'd passed out a fair share of bills, danced with a few strangers, and a few of the dancers even approached her. But now she was stuck with Veronica, sat at one of the tables and half listening to the woman complain about, Trixie wasn't sure what actually. She couldn't remember the last time the two of them had a nice night together, but Trixie always got stuck with the raven-haired woman, she envied her dancing friends, but had too much heart to tell the girl to shut up

"Isn't that just fucking ridiculous?'

An uninterested nod.

"They really had no idea who I was."

"Mhm."

"I wish I would've told them how quickly I could've- Trixie are you listening?" her accusatory tone was grating.

"Of course, I was Vero," she lied, hoping the woman would drop it

"Then tell me what I was just talking about," she countered.

"Youuuuu..." she dragged out. "We're talking about-"

As if she knew Trixie was in a pinch, Detox ran up to the women and the blonde couldn't be happier with her friend for interrupting the one-sided conversation.

"Come up to center stage whores, you're not gonna want to miss what's next."

She led them to the seats right at the edge of the catwalk and Trixie watched her remove the cards occupying them. Taking the one in the middle, she was sat in the very center, Bianca and Veronica at either side of her.

"What is this, Dee?" Bianca asked.

The remaining chairs around them were filling surprisingly fast, the men and women settled in them sprayed themselves with cologne, fixed their outfits, touched up their makeup, and pulled out bills on the higher end of the spectrum. This made Trixie unconsciously pull down and smooth the bottom of her own off the shoulder pink leather dress anxiously.

"Detox, what's happening?"

"You'll see honey, but I recommend you take a hint from the people around you, you're gonna wanna look you're very best for the next one," she smirked, tapping Trixie's nose before walking off.

The blonde found herself nervous, pulling a compact out of her purse to check herself in the small mirror, she chuckled at how ridiculous she must've looked fixing herself up for a stranger. She had seen many of the girls dance tonight and while they were all extremely gorgeous, they hadn't caught the businesswomen's eye.

"This is stupid, Detox better-"

The always nagging woman was cut off by the lights dimming in the house before she could even start. The other dancers stopped and stared at the platform, which was surrounded now, everyone sat at the edge of their seats when a spotlight hit the stage. The crowed whooped and cheered, the blonde in the center of the stage made Trixie's mouth go dry and she too found herself at the edge of her chair. She (and everyone else her she was sure) couldn't help but look the girl up and down as she stood still, waiting for the music to start. Her crystal blue eyes sent waves of electricity through the crowd and although she hadn't done anything yet, Trixie was excited. Her wavy blonde locks fell to the middle of her back and her lips were painted a ruby red that made them look absolutely delectable, her pale skin was littered with tattoos that covered her arms. She sported a black bandeau top with two straps leading up to a chocker with a red heart in the center of her throat. Her garter bottoms connected to another thin strip of fabric that wrapped around the middle of her stomach, it matched the straps on her creamy thighs.

'My pussy good, pussy sweet
Pussy good enough to eat'

She placed a hand on her hip and rocked to the song, bringing her free hand up and back down through her hair. Trixie couldn't help but smile at how absurd her song choice was. The dancer made direct eye contact with some of the individuals in the crowd, lips turning up into a smirk as she danced, stopping a few times to collect bills from the well-dressed patrons. Trixie was so stunned by her presence that she hadn't even thought to take out her own money to give the performer as she passed.

'I got that new pussy, old pussy, keep you from ya crew pussy
Pussy snap back, feel like it's a brand new pussy
Fuck that other pussy, cause dis got ya got ya hooked pussy'

The blonde vixen took the hand of one man holding a twenty out, running the bill down her lips and chest before allowing him to tuck it firmly beneath the fabric. The lucky bastard stood for a second, stunned and staring at the red lipstick that stained his fingers with wide eyes. The energy from the crowed fueled the woman and she became more intense, more sexual with her movements.

If Trixie wasn't already overwhelmed by her presence, her mouth dropped open when the blonde began to sink into a slow split, making eye contact with Trixie before suddenly dropping the rest of the way down. The leather clad businesswoman licked her lips as the minx began to bounce slightly, the crowd exploding into wolf whistles and groans as she did; she could see the effect they had on the blonde. Their screams and whistles fed into her energy, Trixie caught a gleam of excitement in her eyes and swore that the woman was smirking because she knew the effect she was having on her specifically. The barbie thought she'd have a heart attack when the dancers' legs spread wide, leaving everything on display for just a second and sending her mind to very inappropriate places.

"Oh my god," she heard a man groan, voice dripping with lust. She couldn't blame him.

As the song came to a close, the long-haired woman stood and walked back to where she started, Trixie's eyes landed on her ass, and she crossed her legs tightly. The dancers' eyes gleamed with a serious excitement as Lana Del Rey's 'Body Electric' played, there was that electricity again. Her gaze was intense, and everyone stayed silent, sucking in an anticipatory breath as they awaited her next move.

'Elvis is my daddy, Marilyn's my mother
Jesus is my bestest friend
We don't need nobody, 'cause we got each other
Or at least I pretend'

Trixie ripped as many bills as she could from her wallet, earning an elbow nudge from Bianca as the blue-eyed goddess began walking down the stage in time, hips swaying. She wouldn't miss her this time.

'We get down every Friday night
Dancin' and grindin' in the pale moonlight
Grand Ole Opry, feelin' alright
Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind'

Her moves were slow and sultry, she ran her hands over her chest and looked up, lips parted slightly, face screaming sex as she did. The bright lights illuminating her features made her blue orbs and platinum hair appear to glow, it sent a dull throb right to the blonde's core.

'Whitman is my daddy, Monica's my mother
Diamonds are my bestest friend
Heaven is my baby, suicides the father
Opulence is the end'

She worked the crowd, not having to do much to excite the group as most of the time they stood paralyzed by her presence. She hooked a single finger around a woman's necklace, pulled her up and leaned in close. Trixie sucked in a breath as the stupefied woman tried to close the gap between their lips, releasing it once the dancer pushed the woman back into her seat with a coquettish smirk. She then sunk to her knees slowly and their eyes met again, Trixie refused to look away as the temptress crawled slowly, predatorily towards her. She felt all eyes on her as she folded the bills in her hands and placed them between her teeth.

'I'm on fire
I sing the body electric'

She grew confused and completely disappointed as the woman backed away without taking her money, the tips of her ears and cheeks seemed to catch fire as wide blue hues continued to bore into hers. The dancer descended the stairs slowly, making her way towards Trixie, everything faded into nothing once the blonde stood in front of her and it dawned on her that this goddess was tangible, she bit down on the bills in her mouth impossibly harder. Trixie's entire body exploded with heat as the woman's skin made contact with her own, she uncrossed her legs.

'My clothes still smell like you
And all the photographs say you're still young
I pretend I'm not hurt
And go about the world like I'm havin' fun'

She settled into Trixie's lap, held her jaw lightly, and tilted her chin up to lock eyes with her once more. Her skin was as soft as it looked and even up close, she was the sexiest woman Trixie had ever laid her eyes on. The touch of this woman brought her up from the ashes, her heart rattling her rib cage as the blonde bit down on the other end of the money between her teeth; crystal blue hues meeting brown eyes for a moment that seemed to set some prophecy into motion. The faint smell of honey and strawberries filled her nostrils, causing her eyes to roll into the back of her head as she became drunk off the dancer's scent. She lingered over Trixie; each brush of her breasts and roll of her hips against her own heightening her arousal. The business womans friends screamed in excitement and she could feel Veronica's gaze burning holes into her skin, but she could also hear the envious groans of the people around them. She loved it. Goosebumps littering her skin as the blonde stood from her lap, tucking the bill into her garter and sending a flirtatious wink her way. Trixie's body already ached to feel her touch again.

"Do you want my money too girl?" Bianca chimed in, catching the woman's attention before she walked away. "If not more for me, but you're the performer here."

A bright smile spread across the woman's features as she took the bill from Bianca's hands.

"Hey that's a fifty alright? So, you better make me melt blondie."

The remark elicited a small laugh from the blonde as she turned to settle into Bianca's lap; back against the brunettes' chest. Envy overwhelmed Trixie's senses for a second as the blonde ground her ass into the Latina beside her.

"Now I'm warning you bitch. I'm one of those sticky-fingered Latina's and the cash in your tits looks like enough to pay my bills for the next month."

This time, a loud, wheezy laugh escaped the bombshells' lips and Trixie's envy melted into compassion as the dancer wheezed at Bianca's statement. She blew a kiss the sticky-fingered Latina's way when she regained her composure before sauntering back towards the stage; fingers grazing Trixie's knee as passed.

Blondie got back onstage before the song closed and tucked the final bill into her bra before flashing her audience one last coy look as darkness settled over her. She was no longer there as the house lights came back up and most people had begun leaving their seats, but Trixie sat there, absolutely shaken to her core by what just happened.

"Trixie? You alright bitch?" She heard Bianca laugh, releasing a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

She spoke not a single word to the pair of women as she rose from her chair, mind fixated on nothing more than finding out who the minx was and when she could see her again.

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Once Trixie spotted the night blue hair of the person she was looking for, she rushed over, heart still pounding in her ears as she yanked the woman away from the men surrounding her.

"What the fuck Trix, can't you see I'm busy trying to get laid! What could you possibly want at such an unfortunate time?"

"The woman, the one who just performed, who is she?"

Detox smirked knowingly at Trixie,

"I knew you'd like her Trix, why do you think I've been trying to get you here for ages? I bet you regret saying no all those times now huh? Blondies been the crown jewel of this place since she started dancing here, I remember when she first started, she was real-"

"Yes, you were right, and I should've come ages ago, now stop fucking around and tell me her name," It came out much more desperate than she'd intended, but her breathing was still heavy, and she was shaking with adrenaline.

"Alena Nikitina."

Alena Nikitina. Putting a name to her face sent chills down Trixie's spine all over again. It was just as electric as she was, it was sexy and rolled off the tongue well, she could hear herself moaning it.

"Keep going."

"What else do you want me to tell you? She came out of nowhere, just walked in one night with nothing but that diamond smile and asked for an audition. They knew she was gonna be a hit before she'd even started and they were right, she's become a complete sensation in the few years she's been here. She stayed in the apartment complex Charles and Visage owned for a while, but moved into her own place as soon as she had the means. That's all I know T."

"I need a room with her now. Please Dee, I'll owe you forever," her own outrageous behavior shocked her, she didn't even know this woman, yet here she was begging to see her again.

"Jesus Trix, the woman takes a few dollars from your mouth and you're already in love? Calm down mama. She's probably booked for the night anyway, they always come in fast and-"

"Please figure something out, I'll literally pay any one of these people any-"

"Look at the men and women around you T, they don't need or want your money." Detox laughed. "I can't believe you're even thinking about going to these lengths for a dancer. I get it, she's super hot and mysterious, but there are plenty of other extremely sexy, mysterious women who have openings tonight if a good time is what you're after."

Detox was right, looking around these people didn't need, nor would they have wanted Trixie's money, but she wasn't looking for a good time with just any woman. She was feigning to touch the one she had encountered mere moments ago. She wanted to hear her name roll off the blondes' tongue, to trail her hands over every inch of her body and through her platinum locks. Trixie wanted to be close to her more than anything in that moment, to ruin her ruby lipstick. The businesswoman didn't believe in love at first sight, that was ridiculous, but she sure believed in lust at first sight; her attraction to the woman onstage was absolute proof of that

"I don't want a fun time with any of them, I just need to see this one, please Detox."

"Could you get anymore sad?" she laughed. "I just can't believe thee Trixie Mattel is begging, over a dancer more than that. Look, I can't book you tonight, those spots are reserved, and I can't change that, but I might be able to pull some strings and get you in tomorrow if-"

"I want to be the last client she sees for the night," the barbie blurted.

"Girl interrupt me again! But why last? You really want to wait that long to see this girl you're so crazy over." She teased; head cocked to the side.

"Ugh, don't say it like that," the blonde scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. "I just think she's sexy, she was electric onstage tonight, everyone felt it. I just need to see her again, I want-"

"You want to fuck her, just say that," Detox interrupted this time. "Look Trix, she's a fucking enigma, the woman moves in complete silence. Doesn't even talk to anyone apart from maybe two or three of the other girls, if she wasn't one of the dancers here, I'd think maybe she doesn't want to be known. She was really quiet when I went in for my one on one, it was like pulling teeth getting that girl to talk."

Trixie couldn't place the feeling that bloomed in her stomach at the thought of her friend touching the temptress, but shook it off.

"Thanks D. Just let me know, okay? I really don't know how all of this works."

"Max time you can spend with any dancer is three hours, unless you can make money talk. You pay $250 an hour, but your girls in high demand so it's just a little bit more."

"Three hours? That's a crazy long time to be alone with some creep and that's an absurd amount of money to pay for an hour alone. How much more is she?" the blonde physically cringed, she hated talking about the women here like they were objects.

"Have you seen the girls here? I'm not sure if you remember, but this is an elite, underground club. People will do or pay just about anything if it makes them feel like they're a apart of something exclusive. Just $50 more for a room with blondie."

"Jesus. People really will pay anything huh?"

"Yup. That's why places like this can exist and stay in business. Your dancer is sexy, mysterious, and most importantly, expensive Trix. These power-hungry men and women would pay anything to touch someone who seems out of reach for any common Joe. It makes them feel powerful to have things that not everyone can have. Look around you T, you're surrounded by CEO's, lawyers, politicians, gangsters bitch! Fucking Mafioso's. These people would pay anything for something not everyone can have just to show that they can afford it. These people buy Fiji water bitch! Meanwhile I'm still drinking out of the faucet."

Trixie chuckled as her friend continued,

"People like that would pay anything to touch any one of those girls. They could charge $1000 for a room, and you'll find people just like the ones around you who will pay. They spend just because they can, they love the thought of paying for these beautiful women, it's a power trip, an ego boost because what makes you feel more powerful than having a sexy woman on your arm? Only the money you had to pay to get her there. They love it Mattel. Especially your girl over there," she motioned towards the private rooms.

The barbie looked over and chewed her lip. Alena meet a group of four men outside the red velvet ropes and they eyed her hungrily, one went as far as to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling the woman into his side as she entertained their behavior and escorted them back through the hallway.

"Put me down for an hour," she ripped her gaze from the door and looked back at her friend. "Thanks D. I just need to get her out of my system," she sighed, exhausted from the rush of emotions.

"And you Trixie Mattel," Detox smiled smugly at her friend. "Are one of the reasons places like this stay in business."

"Trixie girl! We we're looking all over for you, you good?" a very intoxicated Bianca slurred.

She wanted to joke that the Latina couldn't have been looking that hard if she had time to get absolutely shitfaced before finding her, but the joke died on her lips as Veronica approached, visibly upset and no doubt ready to nag her.

"Why would you just disappear like that?! Without a word too! You scared us- well me."

There it was, she knew it was coming and had no patience for it, so she ignored the woman's concerns, deciding that she'd had enough for the night. She had to prepare herself for tomorrow anyway, mentally and physically.

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Trixie had spent the entire day preparing for that night, and when she says the entire day, she means the entire day. She had even gone as far as taking the rest of the day off work to ensure she'd picked the right outfit, getting her hair styled, shaving every inch of her body from the neck down, and spending an embarrassing amount of time making sure her makeup was perfect. She'd gotten an ear full from Veronica about going to see the dancer again but ignored it mostly. Kim, fellow cosmetologist and one of her best friends, babbled about Trixie finally falling in love and although it amused her, she quickly shut her down. She wasn't in love with the ruby lipped woman, not in the slightest, she was just extremely attracted to her (it probably didn't help that she hadn't had sex in a while). She just needed to touch her again, the blonde was positive that she'd be over her little dancer after tonight. She had been applying pink gloss to her plush lips when her phone started ringing, she felt a pang of annoyance as she checked the caller ID.

"Yes Veronica? She almost huffed.

"Trixie! Hey, are you busy? I was wondering if you wanted to-"

"I told you what I was doing tonight, Vero," She deadpanned.

There was silence for a moment, Trixie braced herself.

"You're seriously going back there? To see her again?" Veronica's voice dripped disgust. it made the blonde want to rip her ear drums out.

"Yes, I'm going back to see her."

"Trixie Mattel, you could have any woman in the world and you pick that one? You couldn't have chosen a more...respectable female? She's probably not eve-"

"What about her isn't respectable?' The business woman challenged. "I don't want her like that anyway so I'd really appreciate if you'd all stop talking like I'm in love with the woman. She's attractive, incredibly confident and god she smells amazing," Trixie moaned. "I haven't been laid in a long time either, so a woman like her sitting in my lap and grinding on me definitely set me off."

"Then why go back to see her? Why not just get your rocks off with someone else" she exasperated.

"Because I want to Vero, it isn't any of your business who I do and don't see anyway. Now, although it was nice of you to call and waste my time, I've got to go or I'll be late," the businesswoman snapped, hanging up before the Latina could get another word in. There wasn't a single thing she did that didn't upset the woman and she was honestly fed up with her bitching.

Her face warmed with anger as she plopped onto the couch, fastening her heels before getting up to leave. The glimpse of herself she caught in the mirror stopped her in her tracks. The dusty pink bandage mini dress she wore hugged her curves and definitely did her girls justice, her blonde curls fell just a little below her shoulders, and she smelled like coconut and citrus. She felt sexy, and there was no doubt in her mind that blondie wouldn't think the same.

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Her irritation melted into anxiety and nerves as she stepped up to the velvet ropes.

"I'm so nervous I might actually shit myself."

"That is not hot," Kim remarked.

"Especially when you're going to be in a private room with a mysteriously sexy woman, that's gonna make her want you," Bianca added, pulling a disgusted face.

"Do not shit yourself. Literally or figuratively. I will fucking ban you Trixie Mattel," Detox threatened.

The blonde felt attacked, throwing her hands up in surrender and ready snap back when tall, bald, and beautiful woman emerged from the room, her blonde vixen following close behind. The unknown woman had a piercing stare that made Trixie freeze in a way that was different to when Alena did. The dancer smiled warmly at the woman, who soon turned her gaze to Trixie, her stare cold as she embraced the dancer, whispering to her before heading off in a different direction.

"Who's that sour bitch," Bianca glared back at the woman, who had stopped paying attention before she could even notice.

"That's Sasha and she just gave you the death stare T," Detox laughed.

"Who?"

"Sasha Velour, she comes often and gets access to Alena's room whenever see wants, even without a time reservation. If you couldn't tell by blondies diamond smile and hug, they're pretty tight, she even waits for Alena to finish work so they can leave together."

"Kim and I could take her," Bianca spoke once more, earning a fist bump from the Korean woman beside her.

Trixie's brow furrowed, eyes following Sasha to the bar, the twinge of whatever it was she was feeling was indescribable and one thing became clear to her; she had to be better than Detox, better than Sasha, better than any other of the dancers' clients. She had to leave an impression just as strong as the one Alena left on her

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Maybe 10 minutes passed before her friends wished Trixie luck and left the her standing in front of the velvet ropes. The businesswoman sucked in a deep breath as the blonde approached her, suddenly feeling insecure when those blue eyes gave her the once over.

"Trixie Mattel?"

Her name rolling off the dancer's tongue along with her distinct accent sent chills down the barbie's spine and she almost begged her to say it again. Her response stuck in her throat, and she could only manage to nod fervently, mentally slapping herself when the dancer gave her a strange look.

"Okay..." She pulled a strange face. "Follow me please."

Alena escorted the blonde through the dark, narrow hallway, the way she carried herself mesmerized Trixie, not that that was surprising anymore. She walked with a grace and confidence that made her appear to float rather than walk. When they finally entered her room, she noted the mirrors that lined the walls, the deep scarlet hue of the room, the pole in the middle, and the red neon sign reading 'Alena Nikitina' in a cursive font. It was intense enough to send Trixie to a different plane of reality, but not enough to overwhelm her. Alena motioned for her to sit, and Trixie finally took in what she was wearing; a black corset and bustier and a pair of tiny bottoms that hugged her ass just perfectly. Her blonde's hair wasn't styled much different from yesterday, but those ruby lips kept her gaze for an embarrassing amount of time.

"I assume you know basic etiquette, so I'll spare you the lecture," she stated bluntly.

"Actually, you don't have to do all of that yet."

Alena cocked her head to the side, clearly confused, Trixie was ridiculously nervous.

"D-dance, I mean. I was actually wondering if you-"

"Oh god, not another marriage proposal please," the dancer asked, mortification taking over her sharp features

Trixie couldn't stop herself from letting out a screeching laugh, suddenly hit with a newfound confidence.

"Oh, honey no! I was going ask if we could just talk for a while...Is that weird?"

Alena's eyes narrowed in skepticism, and she made no move to sit beside Trixie, instead opting to stand in front of her.

"It is weird that you're paying money for a room just to talk, but I won't complain, happens more often than you'd think. What is it a divorce? Unhappy marriage? Your kids won't talk to you?"

Another giggle from Trixie, "No, nothing like that, I just felt like getting to know you better first. I'm Trixie Mattel."

"Alena Nikitina."

"I was here yesterday, you-"

"I remember. I've heard of your cosmetic products."

Pride swelled in her heart as Alena mentioned her line, she'd worked so hard to get where she was, and this goddess telling her that she'd heard of it made every sleepless night worth it. Despite her pride though, she was taken slightly aback, Detox did tell her that the blonde was reserved and somewhat cold, but her muted behavior shocked the businesswoman. The atmosphere of the room was awkward, and she seemed like a completely different woman than the one onstage the night before. Trixie found herself caught between wanting to leave and desperately wanting to stay.

"Can I buy you a drink?" she tried.

Alena finally met the businesswoman's gaze, and she went stiff, her stare was so intense that it made Trixie melt.

"I don't take drinks from clients but thank you for the offer."

The sitting blonde huffed, frustrated by the fact that this was going absolutely nowhere fast.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Alena suddenly asked, catching her off guard

"I wouldn't be here if I did, I haven't been in a relationship for a while now...do you?"

The blonde let out a small laugh,

"I don't date."

"Why's that?" Trixie prodded, strangely relieved to find out that Sasha was not in fact her lover.

"Well not many people want to date when the find out my line of work," she shrugged, finally taking a seat beside the woman. "Besides, I'm much better alone. I have a lot of baggage that no one wants to or should have to deal with, sometimes it is much better to go alone."

Trixie tilted her head to the side, blonde curls falling off her shoulders as she did, what could she have possibly been through that made her feel like this?

"What if someone did want to deal with it?" Trixie considered the way her words came out. "Not that you're a burden."

Alena's face twisted in thought for a second before she looked at the woman beside her; eyes boring into hers once more.

"Well, I wouldn't allow it. I am very emotionally detached and if you didn't realize already, I have a cold exterior that is very hard to crack. People don't usually want to stay once they realize that I am not an easy target...or they see me as a mission; conquer my emotions just for the ego boost that comes from saying they did, but I can assure you that I am not someone easily wooed. Most people want a person who they can connect with and relate to emotionally, I am the opposite; quiet, cold, unattached. Getting me to care about someone on a deeply emotional level, let alone romantically, is no easy task Ms. Mattel. No one has ever come along and wanted to 'deal with it' and frankly, I like it better that way."

She didn't buy it, her story about being emotionally unattached and happy to be alone. It felt rehearsed, like she'd practiced her response for weeks in preparation for a night like this, her eyes were just too dead for it not to have been, and it saddened Trixie to hear how she felt about herself. She didn't necessarily see the woman beside her as a mission, but she did find herself intrigued. The enigma, the mess, the 'burden' that was Alena Smirnov; fascinated her completely. Veronica was right, Trixie Mattel could have any woman in the world; she was successful, funny, extremely intelligent, and not to sound cocky, but ridiculously hot. She could have any woman she wanted, and she hadn't even known this woman for a full day but found herself insanely attracted to her; her cold exterior and the fact that deemed herself unavailable made Trixie want to prove her wrong. Fuck. Maybe she was no better than the rest of the people who saw Alena's coldness as a challenge. Maybe she did see her as a sort of mission, but in a way that was different from the assholes who only wanted to conquer the vixen to boost their own egos. She wanted to prove her wrong in order to show the woman that she wasn't a burden that anyone had to 'deal with'.

"Let me take you to dinner," she blurted, shocked by how out of character she was acting.

The request threw both blondes off for a second, but it didn't take Alena long to catch herself and burst out laughing.

"Everything I just said, and you still want to take me out? You either had a bad relationship with your parents or you're incredibly desperate. How long did you say it's been since you've been on a date?"

Trixie threw her head back, letting another of her cackling laughs boom.

"You had it on the nose with the first guess bitch! I'm just your average run of the mill lesbian with a terribly homophobic redneck father who never accepted her."

The ruby lipped woman retracted, eyes flashing with sympathy and as she began apologizing profusely for her joke.

"Oh, honey I got over that trauma a long time ago, there's no need to apologize," the blonde assured, between laughs. "You're pretty sympathetic for someone who claims to be emotionless."

"I never claimed to be emotionless, I said emotionally unattached. I have emotions but am unwilling to connect with others at a deeply emotional level," she chewed her bottom lip to stifle a laugh.

"So...you never answered my question," her hazel eyes sparkled with hope that the blondes remorseful chuckle quickly snuffed out.

"I'm sorry Trixie, but I told you I don't do dating and all that romantic stuff, you seem like a very genuine, sweet person, but I can't."

Trixie inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and easing the many thoughts going through her mind before composing herself and flashing her diamond smile at the blonde.

"Sorry about that, I swear I never act like this. I'm just, I don't know," she tried to explain herself.

There was that crushing silence again, the one that was so heavy that Trixie couldn't breathe, she was absolutely bombing with this woman and replaying everything she'd said since she entered the room made her feel so stupid. She wasn't even sure why she cared so much, or maybe she did and just couldn't bring herself to admit it. Just to be clear, her friends weren't right, she wasn't in love with Alena or anything, but tonight certainly wasn't going to be enough to get the dancer out of her system.

"Uh...Trixie?" Alena's soft voice finally broke the deafening silence. "If you still want that dance, we should probably do it soon."

Trixie tapped the screen of her phone twice and sure enough, her hour was already almost up, she only nodded at the woman; who in turn stood as music began.

"You like Lana huh?" she whispered as Alena who began walking towards the pole.

"Yes, I do," Alena smirked, holding the pole with one hand and lifting herself off the ground effortlessly. Trixie was fascinated watching her spin around the as Lana sang.

'In the land of gods and monsters
I was an angel living in the garden of evil
Screwed up, scared doing anything that I needed
shining like a fiery beacon'

Her mouth dried, the prior embarrassment that took over her senses being quickly replaced with arousal, but who could blame her when Alena's legs spread open wide as she spun, legs wrapping around the pole. She looked like an angel; both arms out and back arched, she looked to the sky as she spun.

'You got that medicine I need
Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly
Put your hands on my waist, do it softy
Me ad God, we don't get along, so now I sing'

She had never seen anything so incredibly elegant and seductive as the woman grounded herself in a split for a moment before centering herself and raising one leg into the air. In one fluid motion she rolled onto her stomach, long blonde locks flipping with reckless abandon. The urge to pounce on the woman strong when their eyes met, and she brought her hips up; ass in the air and the rest of her body following slowly. She wanted to reach forward and pull those glorious locks, eyes darkening with lust as Alena crawled in that predatory way towards her.

'No ones gonna take my soul away
I'm living like Jim Morrison
Headed towards a fucked up holiday
Motel sprees, sprees and I'm singing
"Fuck yeah, give it to me, this is Heaven, what I truly want"
It's innocent lost, innocence lost'

She placed her hands over Trixie's knees and spread her legs slowly; standing from between them. No sight had ever turned on her on more than the one of the dancer between her legs, she stood and turned around, bending over and giving Trixie the best view of her ass. She sat herself in the businesswoman's lap as the chorus started again and laughed at Trixie's arms; limp by her sides.

"You can touch me Ms. Mattel,” she hummed.

Her eyes widened in such an innocent way that the blonde wanted to cackle with laughter.

"I can?"

Alena chuckled and grabbed Trixie's hands; running them over her red lips, breasts, down her tone stomach, and over her thighs. She guided the inexperienced blonde until she found the confidence to let her hands wander on her own. Her soft skin felt like God and Trixie believed in heaven as her nails scraped the dancer's strong thighs. Her body felt so natural under Trixie's hands, like it was meant to be felt by her, it sent Trixie into a euphoric state.

'In the land of gods and monsters
I was an angel looking to get fucked hard
Like a groupie incognito, posing as a real singer
Life imitates art'

The blonde leaned in close, lips grazing Trixie's ear as she whispered the first two lines; she let out a shaky breath. Her hands left the dancers body momentarily so she could grab the bills she had tucked away for tonight. She grabbed the now standing woman's waist and turned her to face Trixie, eyes widening as she caught the look in Alena's eyes, she didn't know what it meant and was ready to be scolded. She was ready to spit an apology, but the dancer said nothing, only straddled her.

"One night, let me take you out for just one night," she whispered into the dancer's ear.

Trixie sat back and ran a few of her bills down the girls body, starting at her with blown eyes, and tucking it into the waistband of her bottoms.

"You know I can't," the husky Russian voice whispered against Trixie's blonde curls.

This rejection hadn't upset her, in fact she found herself breathing heavily and she looked at the woman grinding against her. Her long blonde tresses hung in her face, and she looked into Trixie's eyes; lips parted and chest heaving slightly.

Fuck.

The music faded out and Alena lifted herself off of Trixie's lap; her skin cooled, and she missed the warmth already. It took the businesswoman a few minutes to come down from her euphoria.

"There's enough time for another dance if you'd like."

As much as Trixie wanted to, she worried that she might actually propose to the woman if she went in for another dance, so she shook her head and stood.

"Thanks for the great time," she smiled, walking up to the dancer and sliding the remaining bills into her top.

Alena flashed her pearly whites at Trixie, leading her back out right to where her friends left her. She tried not to show just how much her head was buzzing with adrenaline as the dancer's scent followed her out the door. She didn't say much apart from a quick goodbye before rushing back inside, it was late, and she presumed that she had gone to collect her things for the night. Kim, Bianca, and Detox bombarded her with questions and teased her the moment she made her way back over.

"How was it?" Detox started.

"Tell us everything," Kim added.

"Yeah bitch, is she 'out of your system' yet?" Bianca asked.
Trixie was just about to answer when she caught a glimpse of Sasha, who made her way passed the ropes and into the hallway as if it were natural. Obviously, she was on her way to see Alena and the bouncers, who usually guarded the rooms fiercely, merely nodded at the woman as she disappeared out of view. Bianca and Kim taunted her for the rest of the night once she'd shared how the session had gone.

"I cannot believe that Ms. Too Proud to Beg Mattel is all bent out of shape over a girl," Kim teased.

"I know right, I just needed to get her out of my system my ass girl, we told you that you were in love," the Latina teased.

"Fuck off, this has absolutely nothing to do with love! She's just-"

"Extremely sexy," the Asian woman mocked, batting her eyelashes and locking hands with Detox, eyes dreamy as she added on to the mockery.

"Incredibly confident."

"Clearly this is much more than just attraction bitch, nothing to be ashamed of."

The blonde simply rolled her eyes, leading the pack out the way they came. She saw the woman for a final time that night, as she got into Sasha's car. The woman shot Trixie her signature intimidating glare as she shut the dancer's door, closing the entire night.

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The next two times Trixie went to see Alena were a lot of the same, they talked for the majority of the hour, she got rejected, and went back home empty handed. The next few times she went back she also went back alone, well Detox was there, but that woman was always at the club. She loved Kim and Bianca, but she knew they'd spent the entirety of the night teasing her about her infatuation with the dancer and Veronica wasn't even an option. The Latina would only complain the entire time and lecture her about why she shouldn't continue seeing the dancer. Detox was a psycho, but the blonde knew that she'd stay beside her the entire night, despite the temptation of the men around them who beckoned her over. Alena was performing tonight, and Trixie booked a room with her for after the show, she wasn't her final client like she wanted to be; but she'd see her, nonetheless.

"So, what's the plan tonight? Why am I here?"

"You're always here Dee," she laughed, sipping from the alarmingly pink drink she'd ordered. "There is no plan, I'm just gonna do what I always do."

"You mean you're gonna talk for fifty minutes, then she's gonna dance for you, then you're gonna ask her out, get rejected, and come back next week to do it all again."

"Okay fuck you," she stated plainly, but followed it with a dry laugh. "Second I've been coming here for maybe a week, it's gonna take time for anything to go anywhere, and maybe even longer."

"There is truly something wrong with you Trixie Mattel. We both know you could find plenty of girls here who would love to let you wine and dine them for a night, but who knows maybe you just like being rejected."

"You guys keep saying that and I keep telling you it isn't just about wanting to take a beautiful woman out. Of course, I don't like being rejected, but building a relationship takes time and I just don't wanna push anything."

"That is the saddest and stupidest thing I've ever heard," Detox's sympathetic tone contradicted her words.

"Oh fuck you-"

"Look Trix, you know I care about you mama. I may act like a bitch, but I do care about you and I'd really hate for you to waste your time. I just worry about this infatuation you have and of everyone here, with her. I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad, but I genuinely don't think that this is gonna go the way you want it to. I'm not trying to be bitchy, I'm just being honest because I care and don't want this to end with you getting hurt. I'd also hate for Alena to fall in love and bail on this joint, she makes this place a lot of money," Detox joked.

"You can never just say anything nice you bitch. I appreciate your concern Dee, I really do, but I'm a big girl who can make her own stupid decisions. She's just different, there's something more there that she refuses to show."

"Okay stop, you're love sickness is adorable and all, but it's making me cringe. You can do it alright? You're Trixie Mattel and you're fucking great and badass and if Alena Nikitina doesn't believe that then the Russian bitch is crazy!"

"Okay why are you kissing my ass," she smiled, squeezing her friends' knee. "I have known you for many, many years and you have never kissed my asshole like you are now."

She was met with a manicured middle finger, "Your pussy is collecting dust bitch, when was the last time you even got off with someone? Since-"

"Since Fame," she chuckled sadly. "But I don't even want to get into that right now."

"I want to see you happy Trixie and I'm happy to help you with your sexcapades, even if you are using me skank."

Trixie meant to argue that she wasn't using her and thank her for the affection she didn't throw around often, but a commotion tore her attention away from the woman. Sasha emerged, leading a man out, his arm twisted behind his back in a way that made Trixie cringe, Alena followed close behind. She looked disheveled, hair out of place and lipstick smudged, but calm as Sasha pushed the clearly intoxicated man onto the hard tile in front of them, allowing the bouncers at either side of the door to handle the rest. When they picked him up, he turned and spat something at the dancer, who put on a diamond smile and waved as he was escorted away. She wasn't sure exactly what had happened, but anger started bloomed in her stomach nonetheless as he continued hurling profanities the whole way out. The pair made eye contact, but Alena offered no reaction as Sasha lead her back into the hallway, one hand placed on her lower back and the other holding the blondes gently.

"What the fuck just happened?"

Detox shrugged, "I was right next to you when it happened, I can only assume that sleazy over there got too aggressive."

Bile rose in Trixie's throat, and she slid her half empty drink forward, no longer wanted to even look at it. When Detox finally broke off to dance with a man who had been giving her the look all night, Trixie was ready to head home, she was sure she wouldn't be able to see blondie tonight after what happened. She had nearly made it to the exit when a hand seized her wrist, she thought it might be Detox, but her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she turned and was meet with piercing blue orbs.

"I was calling your name, but I don't could hear me over the music," the Russian explained. "Are you leaving without coming back? There are no refunds if you miss your hour."

Trixie blinked once in astonishment,

"I didn't hear you, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd be seeing anyone else after what happened earlier."

The bombshell just chuckled, leading Trixie by the wrist back into the room she'd been in the night before.

"Are you okay?" the blonde asked before she had even sat down, horrified to see the dancers scarred lip and realizing the lipstick she saw earlier was most likely blood. "I thought you'd be leaving after what happened."

Alena shrugged, "It happens more than you'd think considering the kind of people who frequent this place, I'm okay though, don't worry about it."

"What happened?" She prodded. "If you don't mind sharing."

The minx took a seat, Trixie following suit as she explained,

"He's a regular, comes to see me at least twice a week, more if his wife is out of town. I guess she found out and is pushing for a divorce. So, he came in drunk, giving me some sob story about how he loves his wife, but she wouldn't put out and a man has needs," she scoffed.

"He had a wife?" the businesswoman asked, mouth hanging open in disgusted shock.

"And kids," the dancer answered. " A lot of the men here have families at home, but unfortunately it isn't my place to care about those things, even if it disgusts me to think that woman is probably amazing and being played by that pig of a man. I just take their money and provide my services, that's as much as I'm allowed to care. Anyway, I'm in his lap and he starts trying to touch me, but not in the way I allow, waving his money in my face and saying he'd make it worth my while if I gave him a good time. I told him he was acting pathetic for a man who claimed love his wife and was distraught over his failing marriage, this angered him, and he got aggressive. I handled it and Sasha was in within seconds, but now I have these beauties."

She extended her legs to Trixie, pulling her shorts up impossible higher and revealing finger bruises and scratches that went up her legs. The barbie's mouth fell open once more in horror and concern, sure her injuries were superficial, but how was she not shaken by it? As if reading her thoughts, the woman answered,

"Told ya, it happens more than you think, but I'm a big girl who can handle herself. I grew up being knocked around anyway."

The blondes' eyes widened once more and Alena cackled,

"I'm just joking, loosen up, will you? My father taught me self-defense at a young age, I've put many an egotistical man in his place, that fucker only got me as good as he did because he was so much bigger than me. Did you know it takes about the same amount of force to pop a mans testicle as it does to squish a grape between your fingers?" she emphasized by making a pinching motion with her thumb and index finger.

Trixie's legs instinctively squeezed together, she didn't have them, but she could only imagine the pain that came with having your testicles popped. The blonde was unsure of what to say, so she didn't say anything at all, unable to fight the pit that had formed once more in her stomach at the thought at that greasy prick getting violent with Alena.

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to, but you won't get your money back for the hour."

"I do, I just worry about you."

"You don't even know me, why worry at all?"

Silence. She was right, it was completely absurd for Trixie to be so worried over someone she hardly knew and clearly the woman could handle herself. She didn't seem to be even slightly shaken by the situation and she was the one who experienced it, so why should the businesswoman be? She was though, but cleared her head of the negative thoughts residing in her mind before turning towards the dancer beside her,

"It's good that Sasha was able to come so quickly, I get the feeling she doesn't like me very much."

"I know she comes off as intimidating, but Sasha is just very protective over me. We grew up together, she was there during the most traumatic moments of my childhood and she's probably the only friend I have in this world. She acts cold, but it's just a front to keep anyone from getting too close."

"Your cold exterior must be a front too then?"

The words had slipped from her mouth before she even had the chance to consider what she was saying, and the way Alena's eyes widened was enough for her to know that she'd crossed the line.

"I'm sorry, I overstepped there, I know it isn't any of my business. I just-"

Why did she have to say things like that? Why did she have to question everything. Why was she so adamant to assert herself into the Alena’s life? Why couldn’t she just give up like the others? It frustrated the dancer, the woman in beside her was making it extremely difficult for her to follow the one rule she’d been given since starting her new life. She was just like everyone else, she only wanted to make the Russian fall for her to boost her own ego.

"It isn't your business and I owe you no explanation but let me clarify something for you; despite what you may think, I don't like being this way. I don't like being alone all the time, nor do I derive pleasure from being this detached, unattainable vixen that people like you seek to conquer. I'm this way because I have to be Ms. Mattel, it just so happens that in my current situation, its best if I have as few people around as possible. I've faced many people with your same intentions Mattel and your slick words won't work on me," she snapped.

"People like me?" Ouch. "I know you don't owe me an explanation and I'm sorry for questioning you so much, but I don't come here because I want to "conquer" you. Now, I won't sit here and act like I'm not attracted to you, that much is obvious, and I won't act like your mystique isn't part of why I keep coming back. But I promise you it's different, you aren't a conquest and I'm sorry if my constant asking you out made you feel that way and if it did, I won't ask anymore. If I'm being completely honest with you, I don't know why I keep coming back, I just constantly feel this overwhelming need to be close to you. Call me ridiculous or desperate if you want, I think it's just as pitiful as you do, but you just make me feel things that I never thought I'd feel especially not for a stranger. I just, I don't know."

She felt completely and utterly pathetic and it only got worse when Alena's eyes softened in what she could only assume to be pity. She almost wanted to jerk away from the soft hand that came to rest on her shoulder. The dancer felt terrible, she thought it would get to Trixie's ego and that she would get angry, hurl insults, maybe even hit her, but her confession only made her feel awful. She thought it was a little much, a little crazy, but she'd never say it to the clearly conflicted woman.

"I'm sorry Trixie, I'm just riled up from what happened earlier. I do think you're genuine and sweet, but I couldn't tell you the last time anyone as kind and authentic as you came into my life without wanting anything in return. Well, I could tell you, but it's just so hard for me to come to terms with the fact that people like you do exist and not everyone who comes into my life has their own ulterior motives. I shouldn't have snapped at you; I'm just not used to people trying to get to know me. My guard has been up for many, many years now and I appreciate your feelings, the fact that you care is truly touching to me, but I hope you understand that I cannot allow this to go much further than business. I am firm on that. These feelings that you have, they're nothing more than infatuation, an intense, but short-lived admiration. I'm sure that all you need is to-"

"To get you out of my system? I really hope so," she sighed. "I'm sorry about all this, really. I should go, you deserve rest after tonight."

The barbie smiled at her, but she could see past her facade, humiliation burned in her eyes. Alena wanted to tell her that she was far from her final client of the night, there would be nothing but a moment of relaxation whether Trixie stayed or not. She felt guilty for what she had said and wished she could take it back just so the blonde wouldn't feel like she had to explain herself, she was obviously self-conscious about her feelings and Alena had made her feel as though she had to spill it all because she was being a bitch. She said nothing though, just watched as the blonde disappeared out of her sight, shoulders slumped and head hanging low.

"Trixie left early?" Sasha spoke, startling the dancer back to reality. "Did she finally give up?"

She pondered whether or not to tell Sasha what had happened between the pair, she wanted to get it off her chest, but knew exactly what she would say if she told.

"She just felt bad about what happened earlier and wanted me to relax."

The bald woman scoffed, dropping into the spot beside the dancer. Alena stayed silent, guilt absolutely overwhelming her senses as the sight of the confident woman looking so low at her words was burned into the back of her eyelids, replaying over and over again in her mind.

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Trixie didn't go to the club for the next week, just laid in bed and threw herself into her work, spiraling in her own humiliation until she finally regained her own self-respect. Alena noticed her at the bar immediately, she was hard to miss with her big blonde hair and bubblegum pink dress. The weeks-long separation hadn't helped in pacifying her crushing guilt at all. The businesswoman hadn't booked time with her that night, nor had she looked up from her drink when she'd come out for her performance, not that she could blame her. She took the few minutes of freedom she had after her performance to walk over to the blonde, she just wanted to apologize, hoping that she'd feel better after she did. Trixie hadn't noticed her approaching and only when the dancer tapped her shoulder did she even realize she was there.

"Hey," the barbie smiled, despite mortification creeping up her throat at the sight of the woman.

"Hello Trixie, I was wondering if you had a few minutes, I wanted to talk-"

"Trixie Mattel?"

Alena didn't need to turn around to know who that voice belonged to, in fact, she knew all too well who it was. The blonde may have been reserved, but she got along well with all the other dancers, all except one. Josie Rouge. She was the big kahuna before Alena came along and it was obvious why, she was absolute beauty and seduction personified. With long auburn hair that fell in waves down her back, ivory skin that was flawless, soft, and tantalizing, and paralyzing emerald eyes that Trixie was bound to fall trap to. There was just an air about her that seemed to draw people in and once she had you, there was no going back, you'd be hers forever. She was the Jolene to Alena's Dolly. Josie was the only woman in the world who could make her sweat, and she didn't necessarily hide her disdain for the Russian, but Trixie couldn't possibly have known that, right? The blonde rose from her chair, nodding at Josie before looking back to Alena,

"I'm sorry but I can't right now, maybe we can talk about it later?"

The vixen nodded, not even looking the redhead's way, she could feel the woman's smug smile burning into her and worried about what she'd say if she looked. Alena waited for the pair to walk away before following behind. She wasn't upset, she had no reason to be. She didn't own the businesswoman and if Trixie wanted to see Josie instead, she totally could, and it didn't bother her at all. She did find herself rolling her eyes as the redhead threw herself at the woman, lightly running her manicured nails up and down Trixie's arm and no doubt talking in that put on, aspirated, Marilyn Monroe wanna be voice. It really didn't bother Alena, not in the slightest, even as the pair disappeared into the dancer's room, she was completely unbothered. She didn't care but couldn't stop her mind from wondering if the barbie had fallen into the abyss that was Josie Rouge. She may not have been the sirens biggest fan, but she couldn't argue that that she wasn't an incredibly talented and captivating woman.

"Trixie ne pridet segodnya vecherom?" Sasha questioned, startling the dancer from her thoughts. (Trixie isn't coming tonight?)

"She's with Josie," the blonde murmured, chin resting on her hand as she stared off.

"Josie? It would be the redhead" Sasha chuckled in satisfaction, it irked Alena. "It's for the best, I didn't trust her."

"Mhm."

"Ty v poryadke, dorogaya?" the bald woman hummed, dropping into the spot beside the dancer. (Are you okay, dear?)
"I'm fine."

"You forget that I can read your mind, bunny. You're worried Josie might steal your little admirer hm?"

Alena stayed silent and that silence told Sasha everything she needed to know.

"You know it's for the best, you can't risk-"

"I know," she interrupted, not wanting to talk or be lectured about it anymore. "I have a client to pick up, so I'll see you later yeah?"

"I don't want to upset you darling; I just need you to keep in mind how much is at stake for you. I'll see you tonight."

She knew Sasha was right, it was best for both of them if Trixie and Josie hit it off, but she couldn't deny that the thought made her a little sad. It truly touched her that Trixie wanted to know her, she was the first person in a long time to talk to her like she wasn't an object. She had to be logical though, Trixie's feelings were clearly more than friendly towards her and although she knew it was just a flash in the pan attraction, she couldn't afford to let their relationship go past transactional.

--

Josie was beautiful, bold, fiery, and completely Trixie's type...

At least that's what she thought when she'd watched the woman perform earlier that night. Staying away hadn't helped her get over Alena at all, the dancer hadn't left her mind for a second in the week she'd stayed home. So, she figured the only way to get the Russian out of her head was to replace her with another woman. Sadly enough to say though, she wasn't impressed, rather, she wasn't on fire the way she was the first night she'd watched her bombshell perform.

'You don't own me
I'm not just one of your many toys
You don't own me
Don't say I can't go with other boys'

Leslie's voice sang on as Josie worked Trixie from the pole in the room, she was certainly a performer to be respected, but she was no Alena. She was amazing but lacked the all-consuming presence the other woman had, electricity didn't buzz at her fingertips when she touched her, and her gaze didn't render the blonde completely hopeless.

'And don't tell me what to do
Don't tell me what to say
And please, when I go out with you
Don't put me on display 'cause'

The dancer wrapped a sleek leg around the pole, spinning with an elegance that sent a flash of the Russian into mind, if she thought hard enough, she could almost pretend she was her. Trixie scoffed at herself for comparing the two, she was supposed to be getting over Alena with the woman on top of her, not comparing the two, but she couldn't help but notice the lack of weight in the air. When she was with Alena, the air was so thick and heavy with tension that she could hardly breathe, but in here with Josie, she felt absolutely nothing. Even as she approached, pressing her back up against Trixie's chest and rocking against her slowly, she felt not a twang of arousal or passion.

'I'm young and I love to be young
I'm free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please'

The redhead made it very clear that she knew exactly who Trixie was, she also made it clear that she was very interested in the businesswoman. The blonde pretended to be flattered for the sake of pretenses, but she honestly just wanted to sprint out of the room and find the blonde she'd been thinking of the entirety of their time together. She wondered about the relationship between Josie and Alena, it was impossible to not notice how the dancer's face had fallen at the sight of the green-eyed siren. They were so much alike, yet so different at the same time, it was hard for her to believe that they weren't friends.

And don't tell me what to do
Oh, don't tell me what to say
And please, when I go out with you
Don't put me on display

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The rest of the hour passed through honey and when her session was finally over, she couldn't get out fast enough. Alena just so happened to be leading a client out as they came by, sparing not even a glance, giving the woman she hung on her full attention. That was one of the things about her that made people crazy, she made you feel like the only person in the room, like you were the only one worthy of her undivided attention until the second she left you for the night. Josie stayed out talking to her for a while after they'd passed the red ropes but left swiftly when it became painfully obvious that Trixie wasn't all that interested in anything more than that single meeting. By the time she had finally got the hint, Alena had just crossed the threshold of that damned hallway, but the barbie bounded after her anyway. A strong grip on her shoulder stopped her right outside the red ropes.

"Can't go in if you don't have a reservation," the montsrous man spoke gruffly.

"I'm really sorry, I just really need to talk to- Alena!" she yelled down the endless hallway, sighing as the blonde turned to face her, what Trixie could swear was relief spread across the dancer's features.

The man loosened his grip on her shoulder as the bombshell approached,

"It's okay, she's with me."

"You know we can't let her back there without a time reservation, Alena."

Like a switch was flipped, the woman before her turned on the charm, eyes softening and bottom lip poking out into a pout.

"Come on Bruce, just this one time," she rested her hand on the man's forearm, voice buttery and sultry as she spoke up at him. "It'll be our little secret."

And just like that, the man Trixie found so intimidating just moments ago melted before them, proving that the Russian's charm could penetrate even the coldest of exteriors.

"Fine," he grumbled in a pathetic attempt to hide how completely smitten he was. "Quickly."

"Thank you Brucey," she squealed, planting a big, red kiss on the man's cheek, the dark blush spreading across his face almost matched the shade of the lipstick that stained his skin. "Come on Trixie," she hummed, linking their arms before escorting her back.

"That charm of yours is too damn powerful, you could take over the world with it," the businesswoman chuckled.

"It's my superpower."

When they'd made it into the all too familiar room, an unfamiliar feeling bloomed in the dancer's stomach, and she stayed standing as Trixie settled onto the couch. The silent battle raging on in her mind made her wonder if this was all a mistake, all of her problems could be solved if she just let the blonde before her go, but she couldn't do that until she apologized. So, she steeled herself,

"I'm sorry Trixie, about what I said last week, it was completely uncalled for, I was being a pissy bitch and took it out on the wrong person. It was never my intention to make you feel pitiful and as though you had to confess everything to me, I've felt like the worst person in the world all week because you are different Trixie. You are the only client I have that treats me like a person and not some prize to be won or toy to be played with and I appreciate it deeply," she sucked in another breath, refusing to meet the doll's eyes as she continued. "I do not understand your feelings, nor can I reciprocate them, but I would truly hate to lose your company. I know that sounds completely selfish and you deserve much more explanation, but I have been alone for many years now and have been hurt by many people with ulterior motives. I know that my words last week completely contradict this, but I do trust you Trixie and that's hard for me. I understand if you don't forgive me, but you deserved an apology"

The barbie was completely floored, she really hadn't expected such a sincere apology, nor had she expected the dancer to admit that she enjoyed her company. Her heart was pounding so hard at this point that it rattled her ribcage, and she finally came to terms with the fact that this was more than just infatuation, it wasn't love, but it certainly wasn't just a flash in the pan attraction. Her stomach was in knots and her palms grew sweaty as she had processed the words that bounced around in her head. Alena enjoyed seeing her, she trusted her even, Trixie had made an impression.

"Don't apologize, I'm honestly just relieved that you're not completely creeped out by my confession. I know you don't feel the same way and I can accept that," she lied. "I'm glad you finally have someone in your life that you can trust, I'd love to continue being that for you and I hope we can be friends because you deserve someone like me in your life," she bragged, flipping her hair in hopes to lighten the mood.
The dancer chuckled, feeling somewhat lighter as she dropped into the space beside Trixie, there was something still chewing away at her though and since everything was being laid on the table anyway; she figured now was as good a time to ask as any.

"How did it go with Josie?" She fiend nonchalance, hoping Trixie wouldn't notice how completely desperate she was to know.

Trixie, however, caught on immediately, she had a feeling the pair had problems since their first interaction. She wasn't exactly sure what to say, that she was thinking of the bombshell the whole time? That even though they'd done nothing, Trixie was more worked up in this room with Alena than she had been with Josie sitting in her lap?

"It was alright," she decided, shrugging a bit too hard for it to be believable. "I'd rather be here."

A smug smile spread across the dancer's face at her words, Trixie was completely unimpressed with Josie, and it almost made her feel giddy inside.

"Try not to look too upset," the doll joked. "You two aren't friends I assume?"

"Not really," Alena shrugged. "Josie and I have always had a sort of silent competition going on between the two of us. She was the cash cow of this place before I came along and if I'm being completely honest, she's the only woman who makes me feel insecure. There is no denying her charisma and talent, it's not hard to fall under her spell."

"So, you were jealous?" It was Trixie's turn to smirk.

The Russians eyes widened, and her mouth fell open just slightly in shock and embarrassment, perhaps she hadn't been as slick as she'd thought.

"Absolutely not," she huffed, arms crossing over her chest as she looked away from the business owner. "I told you; I enjoy your company and perhaps I even view you as a friend, I was just worried you'd stop coming after spending a night with thee Josie Rouge."

"Mhm...sounds like jealousy to me."

Alena opened her mouth to respond, but the scoff that hung in the air hadn't come from her. The pair followed the sound to the bald woman resting against the door frame,

"Your client is out waiting for you bunny," Sasha hummed, before turning a kind gaze to Trixie for the first time. "How was Rouge?"

A bad taste filled the dancer's mouth at the mention of the redhead, and she glared the woman's way.

"Josie was fine, I won't be going back though. I'll see you tomorrow?"

The dancer nodded, sending a friendly smile the business owners way, lingering behind with Sasha as Trixie made her way out.

"Ne bud' glupym, dorogaya," the taller woman murmured as she escorted the dancer out. (Don't be foolish, dear)