𝟎𝟐- 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄

CHAPTER TWO

Tease.

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ARIA grinned.

The woman was only a few inches shorter than Tony. She had glowing, brown skin that was bare of any makeup besides mascara and lipliner. The lip liner was dark and traced the woman's plump lips with precision. She had only one facial piercing: a golden stud in her nose that accentuated her features more. Her dark hair glistened underneath the fluorescent lights above, it being curled and gelled atop of her head. It seemed healthy. The woman definitely took care of her wellbeing that was for sure.

Aria's eyes shamelessly glided down the woman's toned body. She wore a white t-shirt that was only a tad baggy. The shirt was slightly tucked into the lower part of her bra, revealing the brunette's Gucci belt that helped keep her baggy jeans from falling. Aria's lips twitched at the mixed jewelry on her fingers that made the woman's tattoos look all the more pleasing to admire.

Attractive was an understatement to describe the woman.

She was a lesbian's dream.

The brunette stuck her hand out for Aria to grab, "Memphis—"

"Follow me." Aria didn't waste any time trying to start conversation. She knew what the woman wanted.

Oddly enough, she was more than eager to cater to the woman's needs.

The woman— Memphis— followed Aria down a hallway that had purple LEDs along the ceiling, opposed to the red ones in the main area of the building. A variety of doors lined the dark walls of the hallway, giggles and the low vibrations of music flowing from underneath the tiny gap in the doors.

The setting of the hallway felt more intimate compared to the open space up front of the building that was accompanied by multiple bodies.

Memphis smirked to herself as she observed Aria's body from behind.

Aria was a catch.

She, herself, could tell you that.

Her facial features were soft but her mature body contrasted with the purity of her eyes. Her full lashes brought more attention towards her deer-like eye shape. Her lips stayed covered in either a shiny gloss or lipstick, which reflected any light that graced them. Her fiery red hair was a statement. The way it flowed without complications, held curls perfectly, and smelt so strongly of passionfruit easily made her stand out. Her breasts were full and sat comfortably lifted— and her waist was not small but it created a curve that dropped down to her thighs and ass.

All natural.

Memphis halted at a door that Aria had stopped at. The redhead was speaking to a man in all black. A bouncer. She informed the man of her and her client's presence to check in before she gave Memphis a wink, signaling the taller woman into the dimly lit room.

One thing about Opia was that the girls were heavily protected. May it have been because the owner was a woman herself? It's a very strong case. Either way— not many clubs treated their employees with as such respect and ceremonious dignity. Respect was a powerful commodity here.

Memphis took a minute to observe her surroundings. The room wasn't big by any means, but it held a leather couch as well as a pole. The room smelt heavily of mixed perfumes and smoke. It was more than likely a result of the previous couple's interaction. Aria didn't seem phased by it due to her familiarity with such things and Memphis' only thoughts were surrounding the seductive redhead in front of her.

So the two didn't think much of it.

Aria nodded her head towards the leather couch, its shiny material absorbing the low lights from above.

Without any words being spoken, Memphis sat down on the seat. Her legs automatically settled into a manspread and she'd thrown her arms over the top of the couch.

She already seemed relaxed.

As if this wasn't new to her.

It was all in the way she carried herself— with such dominance. The confident brunette wasn't experiencing something so intense for the first time and that was notable.

Aria hummed to herself as she slowly strutted over to the pole in the room.

"No."

The redhead, her hands already wrapped around the pole, raised her eyebrows, "No?"

"I've seen you twirl around that damn thing all night. I want you over here. Face-to-face." Memphis demanded.

The demand sounded just as it was spoken.

No room for rejection.

Aria debated signaling the security outside. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence. There were plenty of nights where some people got too handsy and had to be escorted out.

One night, Aria had mentioned the 'no touch' rule to one of the women who requested her as she did to anyone. After three reminders she had rolled her eyes and made a move to grab the bouncer who stood outside their door. The blonde woman had shot upwards and grabbed Aria by her neck, squeezing it tightly out of frustration. She had mumbled words like 'whore' and 'fucking cunt' to the redhead as if she hadn't just recently been aching to stick her wide fingers in Aria's thong. After hearing the bang on the wall, the bouncer had rushed in and shoved the blonde away with a death glare before manhandling her outside.

As stated before, the club didn't take well to troublemakers, and all bouncers were very much dedicated to protecting the girls who worked in the dangerous establishment.

It made all of their lives a hell of a lot easier.

Aria had excused herself outside in need of "fresh air." As she sat on the curb of the sidewalk, zoning out the thump of the club's music, she held onto her aching neck. The nighttime chill tickled Aria's skin as her cheeks became soaked with her own tears in only seconds.

Of course there were dangers that came with the exotic career, but to actually experience it was another thing.

Ever since that night Aria had created a system.

Two knocks on the wall if she seemed to be in danger.

The bodyguard who had saved her, Remi, adapted to the code quickly and always burst through the door if Aria made it known that she needed saving. Call him Superman if you must, but it was so easy for customers to think that they had some authority over the dancers.

Sometimes they needed to be put in their place.

Enough girls already struggle with the idea or experience of being killed due to aggression and rejection. If help was available, believe that every damn girl in the club sought it with expertise.

Aria approached the current situation with caution, "Could you add a please at the end of that?"

Memphis rolled her eyes and for a moment Aria really did think that she would have to signal Remi in.

Shame.

Memphis truly was a stunning woman.

"Can you pretty please come dance for me, chéri?" the brunette tried, her low eyes and heavy accent igniting a fire in Aria once more.

French? Cute, Aria thought to herself.

The redhead's crimson lips spread into a wide grin.

"Of course."

Her chunky heels clicked on the floor of the room as she made her way over to Memphis. Like a panther approaching its weakened prey, Aria advanced towards the woman with absolute control.

And just like that, the fierceness and confidence was back, and Aria was fully prepared to give the awaiting woman what she wanted.

Once Aria stood in front of Memphis, she smiled and spoke a soft, "No touching."

Memphis happily obliged with the demand, having more than enough respect for women to know that no means no.

The first time that it is spoken.

Memphis' head nod brought relief to Aria's mind.

As the beginning of Gangsta became to play delicately from the overhead speakers, Aria's sexual aura reveled itself in all of its glory.

It was as if a switch was flipped. In that moment, Aria became Maeve— a sultry, addicting drug that shimmered directly before your eyes, daring you to engulf it whole.

The redhead rubbed the curves of her body with gentle, teasing touches. She drug her nude nails from the top of her thin panty to her breasts, squeezing them out of habit.

Memphis deeply exhaled and slumped lower in her seat.

Aria's hands traveled up to tease her hair while turning around, giving the brunette a perfect view of Aria's lower back dimples. The redhead let loose of her hair, leaning forward to touch her toes.

The thin black panty barely covered anything, allowing her arousal to protrude around the barely-there protection.

"Putain." Memphis mumbled the swear fuck underneath her breath.

Proud of the reaction, Aria sat on Memphis' lap where she began to grind.

The view that Memphis was blessed with was enough to make anyone jealous. Fiery red hair dangled just above the woman's curved hips, her back dimples making the black, lace panty look all the more arousing.

Memphis wanted to stare at the view for hours on end.

And so the lap dance went on. Memphis' restraint was like a ticking time bomb and Aria continued to bring the woman closer and closer to a satisfying release.

Unbeknownst to Aria, she wasn't aware that Memphis had snapped out of the lust-driven trance and recognized Aria's scheming tactics mid dance.

For some reason though, the brunette didn't confront Aria the exact moment she spotted the rotten action.

She only poked her tongue at her inner cheek and resumed enjoying the sensitive feeling of Aria's ass rubbing against her, unfortunately, jean-clad thighs.

It wasn't something that the woman did often. Pickpocketing was only an action she indulged in when she felt as if there was more money to offer— and Memphis was wrapped in a dainty gold ribbon. The brunette smelled of natural, rich cologne, her accessories were golden with heavy weight, and Memphis herself radiated power and authority.

Yes, it wasn't the most applaudable thing to do but Aria couldn't help it at times.

Although— perhaps if she would've left this one alone, the next few months for her wouldn't have been such a chaotic mess of confusion.

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