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well, it's been almost a month and the obsession is still going on hard, even started watching street woman fighter 2 in Korean lmao, the commitment, someone please help me
holy fuck, I just wish I could understand my brain, just over here simping over a 28th year old Korean dancer who knows absolutely nothing about me but I am incapable of doing anything else other that watching every single choreography of hers ugh
Bada Lee - You Are Not Alone.
Warnings!: Angst, Fluff, Self-harm, FemReader!, Abuse (both mentally and physically.) also reader is a member of jam republic.
part 1 - part 2
We all were invited to be on Street Woman Fighter and so we all are here now. recording will be starting soon for the first episode, so we all are arriving and getting into our outfits for the show, I wore a sleeveless crop top with baggy cargo pants, but I put on a baggy zip-up hoodie to cover me. We all went out to sit in our seats and what I seen across from our seats was team bebe! I low-key was so fucking excited and Kristen knew that, and elbow bumped me gently. "Calm down Y/n you'll get to meet her soon, I'm sure." I nodded. "I know it's just I've been her biggest fan for a while now and I love her so much." Kristen giggles at my excitement but turns to the Kang Daniel who is the host of this show. He welcomed everyone and we listened to him explain the rules and then it started. the first one to go was Redy of 1million she chooses Bada as the no respect dancer and not going to lie Bada was hot while she danced along, and she totally wiped the floor with her. It was next Kristen against Waackxxxy and then it came to me to pick someone. I held the mic up to my mouth. "I choose Bada Lee of BEBE." She smirked and got up and I obviously was excited for her to be my opponent. I held the mic up to my mouth. "Bada, I hope you're ready because I'm going to show you who is boss." She smirked and so did I. I passed her the mic and she raised it up to her mouth. "Y/n-ah I hope you're ready because I am the boss." I blushed but hid it as best I could and got started. I went first and my song was goodies by Ciara, and I shook my ass and grinded against the floor I even got up on Bada and rubbed into her a little she smirked and pulled her hat down more so you couldn't see her face, but I noticed. I finished and now it was her turn. Her song was Smack that by Akon ft, Eminem. I watched her roll her hips and move so slick and relaxed at the same time to it and she got up on me too like I did her everyone started hooting and hollering she got close enough to kiss my lips but stopped and it was the end of her turn. The judges didn't know who to pick but finally turned their cards around and two said Bebe and only one said jam republic. I hugged her and told her she did great but she pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "Meet me after this is over I want to take you out on a date for that." I nodded and she winked and smirked at me. I walked back over to my team as she did hers. This episode was over and she came over to me and gave me her number and I gave her mine and we went back to our places I have a house her in Korea and in the states. Neither of which I am at really ever because I'm always in the dance studio or doing choreographies for famous artists I'm never home which suck because I want a cat but the last one I had I couldn't take care of and had to give him up. :( anyways I showered then did some light makeup and did my hair into a ponytail and wore a lighter blue dress that hugged my slim yet fit body and I put on some converses. I heard the door bell ring and knew it had to be her. I opened the door and there she was tall and sexy as ever. I smiled at her and she returned the smile. I seen she wore a lighter blue button up and paired it with black pants and some Nike's her hair also in a ponytail but lower instead of up high like mine. She held her arm out for me and I obviously didn't reject the offer. We walked to the car and she opened my door for me and closed it once she made sure I was seated and walked around to the driver side. She started up the car and then turned on the radio. At first the ride started quiet but. "You look beautiful Y/n." I blushed but not too hard. "You look beautiful too Bada." She giggled. "You can change the radio if you want." I nodded and changed started cycling through the stations. I gasped when I hear angel baby was about to come on. [singing: I need a lover to keep me sane, pull me from hell bring me back again, play me the classics something romantic give him my all but I don't even have it.] She smiled at me and I returned the smile.
We reached the restaurant and got seated. I picked what I wanted and since we are at a Korean restaurant, I picked my favorite Korean dish. (Japchae) While we waited for food to come, we started talking. "So, Y/n what is new in your life?" I sighed. "Nothing much mostly stressful stuff." She furrowed her brows but didn't pressure me into talking anymore about it. I broke the ice again by continuing the convo. "So, what's new with you Bada?" She liked that I asked about her life. "Lots of stuff I keep working with idols for their choreography, also the show is making me stressed because I don't want my team to lose or yours but I know only one can win." She sighed at the end. "I understand same here but I won't be upset if your team wins because you guys deserve the win." "You guys do too though." I grabbed her hand and gently caressed it. "Well no matter what we'll always be there or each other." She smiled at this but pulled away cause food arrived. I drooled but started munching on this shit hard as fuck. She giggled. "I'm glad you like it beautiful." I blushed realizing I didn't tell her thanks. "Thanks Bada it is yummy." I continued eating and she did too. Soon we were done and left se drove me back to my place with her hand resting on my thigh. We get to my place and I offered for her to come in. "No I can't got to get ready for tomorrows recording of the next episode so I need more sleep. and to gather some small things to bring with me." I nodded and went to tell her goodbye but then...she kissed me. she pulled away and smiled proudly at me. "I had such a good time with you Y/n-ah." She rubbed the top of my head. "T-thanks I had a good time with you as well Unnie." I waved and she did too then she got in her car and drove off. I slammed my door behind me and slid to the floor. My phone rang and scared the shit out of me. I looked to see who called it's my parents. I answered it because I didn't know if I should or shouldn't. "Hello Y/n. This is your mother who you never seem call to check on I was wondering how your not so successful career doing for you?" I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "It's going great mother not that you would know because god forbid you actually watch me dance." I swear I could hear her smirk. "I don't think your doing something worth a fuck for a career Y/n. You are making not enough for you to live on." 'The fuck does she know I make plenty but of course she could give two shits less.' "Well mother I hate to break it to you but I'm happy and make enough to live and at least I'm happy with my career." She scoffed. "That reminds me you need to come visit for the Weekend." I rolled my eyes. "I will and I'm bringing some friends because they support me unlike someone." She laughed. "Sure, they do dear." "They do mother not everyone thinks dancing isn't a career." She hung up on me which had me fuming but I went on to bed because it was getting late. I looked at my phone and messaged Kristen and Audrey to see if they wanted to come with me to my family home for the Weekend which they both said yes. Then I messaged Bada to see if she wanted to come since I could really use her comfort through out this whole trip.
(My Angel is y/n nickname in her chat and Bada's is My Sexy Fox.)
My Angel: So hey Bada?
My Sexy Fox: Yes beautiful?
My Angel: How would you feel about coming with me, Kristen and Audrey to my family home for the weekend?
My Sexy Fox: Why not just me? :(
My Angel: Because I need all the people I trust during this trip. PLus they'll be in the guest room so you'll have me all to yourself. ;)
My Sexy Fox: Yes! Okay I'll come too. Where do we need to meet?
My Angel: At my house It's only a couple hour drive.
My Sexy Fox: Okay I'll be there.
I went to bed smiling so hard and touching my lips because I can't stop thinking about her lips on mine.
Bada Lee, You Are Not Alone. pt2
Warnings: suggestive content, smut, heavy make out sessions, Bada gets angry, toxic mother, Shower sex, Pet names, DomBada!, SubReader!, Mommy kink!, angst, Bada has a cock in this story but I'm not saying she is trans or anything it is just for the story.
part 2 - part 1
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*beep beep beep beep beep! * My alarm started blaring loudly and woke me up. The clock says 7:00 that gives me time to shower and pack the last small things before I got to go to my parents' house. I messaged Kristen, Audrey and Bada about our stay and what not then I hopped in the shower. I got out and maybe myself some toast and some eggs and ate it in a hurry anxious to get there so we can leave because I can't stand my mother anymore it's like she grown bitter now and doesn't love me anymore. I stopped thinking about that the second I heard a ring of my doorbell. "I'm coming!" I ran to the door and Kristen, Audrey and Bada walked in helping me pack my stuff into my car. Bada came with them, so I drive her with me when we head there. I hurriedly shoveled the food down the last two bites, and we got into the cars and went. The ride there was pretty chill Bada hardly spoke to me but kept holding my hand and touching my thigh. "Can I play some tunes?" She asked. I nodded and she found one that played You got it by Vedo and she started doing her own dance to it next to me in the car. We laughed and had fun till we got to my parents' house. My mood was ruined the second we arrived, Bada took notice of my mood change. "What's the matter angel?" I couldn't help but sigh. "It's nothing I'll tell you later, okay?" She didn't seem to like the response but nodded. We got out of the car, and I walked up to the front door and rang the bell, I can hear my annoying mother on the other side. She opened the door and acted like she was so excited to see me, but I knew damn well she wasn't. "Hello my Beautiful baby." 'God, she made me wanna gag.' I forced a smile. "Hi...mom!" 'God when can I leave???' Kristen can tell I'm not feeling so happy about this so to help me out thank God she cleared her throat to catch her attention. My mother and her dramatic-self gasped. "Oh, and you brought friends to stay too?" She giggled half-heartedly and I nodded. "Yep, I did, they are here for emotional support." She scoffed. "Sure, not that you really need them, you have me." I tried really hard not to laugh and call her bluff but then Bada noticed and stopped me. "Where can we leave our things Mrs. Y/l/n?" She smirked as if she won. "Upstairs the first room on the right is available and then the one right across is from it on the left is too." Bada nodded and we all came in and went upstairs. I ran past them to my old room and started screaming in my pillow. 'God why can't she and father understand me?' I heard a knock at my door. "Go away mom!" I started trembling and having a hard time not crying. My door got opened and felt her getting closer. "Mom please I don't want to argue anymore right now!" I started crying but then felt arms wrap around me in a tight hug and then a second pair and a third pair. It was Kristen, Audrey and Bada. I started sobbing on them and trying not to lose my grip on reality. After what only felt like seconds I pulled away and Audrey handed me a tissue. after wiping my tears away and blowing my nose I finally took a deep breath and looked to Bada. "This is all because neither of them supports my dream to be a dancer." All three of them looked at me in disbelief. "Wow why not? you do amazingly well." Audrey spoke. "I don't know but neither my mom nor my father wants me doing it because they don't think I make enough money doing it even though I am happy and am living my best life." They all nodded and Bada rubbed my back. "The worst part is she likes making me come here just to try and make me marry a rich guy because they want me to not dance anymore." I started crying harder again. Bada pulled me into a hug. "I swear to god this has me fuming and I want to go shit talk her so bad right now." I shook my head. "Don't Bada it won't end well." She sighed. "You sure? because I don't mind being her enemy at all knowing how she treats you." I blushed slightly but nodded. "I'm sure Bada." I snuggled closer into her. "However, I want to stay in your arms forever." Kristen and Audrey smiled to one another.
"We'll leave you guys alone." and just like that they left the room. "How about we move to snuggle in your bed beautiful?" I nodded and sat up off of her and she helped me to my feet. She laid down and patted the bed next to her to which I obviously compiled and snuggled right into her. "Bada?" She hummed in response. "Promise me that you will be here once I wake up?" She giggled at my child like request. "Yes angel I promise." I smiled and fell right to sleep.
Bada's POV:
I smiled at the beautiful girl sleeping but I climbed out of under her and went to the bathroom which I definitely thought she would've gotten up from it, but she stayed sleeping. I snuck downstairs to grab a snack and a drink, but when I came down there was a strange man who I knew wasn't Y/n's father standing in the kitchen talking to Y/n's mom. I tried to hurry and grab my snack and drink but... "You must be Y/n." The man said. I shook my head. "No who are you?" Y/n's mom stopped in front of me. "He is Kim Bae, and he is one of the many suiters for Y/n." 'God this woman is trying to ruin everything for me.' "Speaking of where is she?" I tried my damnedest to behave myself. "Sleeping upstairs." She sighed. "Well, she can meet you once she gets up." He smiled "fine I'll come by later." She nodded and sent him off kindly. I hurried back upstairs.
Y/n's POV:
I woke up wondering where Bada was she promised me she'd be here when I woke up, but she wasn't here. I started to get upset but as I did the door opened. I jumped up and grabbed her in a tight hug. "Don't leave me alone again please Bada." She sighed and hugged me back. "I won't sorry I wanted a snack and drink and then..." I lifted my head to meet her gaze. "Then what Bada?" She looked like she was unsure as to how she should tell me about this whatever this is. She took a deep breath. "Your mom has another rich man here for you to meet." It was my turn to sigh. "Yeah, she does this every time I come here." I looked up to Bada and she looks angry but what she did next, I was not ready for, she grabbed me by my cheeks and kissed me with lust and passion, it felt like I was floating on air from that kiss. She moved us to the bed and climbed on top of me and started kissing me rougher and caressing my body, she pulled away breathless. "You know...you're so beautiful." I blushed and giggled. "Thanks, you aren't too bad yourself baby." She smiled and chuckled lightly. "How about we shower together?" I nodded, "Yes we should." We both stood up and grabbed out clothes for afterwards. I started the water since I already gathered my clothes, a few minutes later Bada came in and tugged on my shirt to which I responded lifting my arms and she pulled it over my head. I then took hers off for her and she unclasped my bra, and I turned around to hers, but she froze staring at my naked breasts. I waved my hand in front of her face, so she'd look at me then she blushed once she made eye contact with me. I couldn't help but giggle and tease her a bit. "Do you like what you see baby?" "Are my breasts distracting you hm?" She sighed at me then let me undo her bra then she took my pants off and panties in one swift motion. I carefully took hers off but then once we were naked, we hopped in the shower. She started washing my hair for me and I did hers then she washed my body till her hands got close to my cunt then she panicked. "What's wrong Bada?" She seemed annoyed but then she chuckled lowly and pinned me to the wall of the shower with my ass towards her. "You really wanna play innocent here princess?" She grabbed me by my hair which caused me to moan and whimper. She chuckled again. "You like me pulling your hair baby?" I nodded but that earned me a smack to my ass. "Yes ma'am." She smirked proud of what she is achieving. She moved her right hand lower till she was caressing my ass then she started moving it lower and started touching my cunt till all the sudden I felt her fingers go inside of me. "Oh god yes!" She chuckled again. "You like that don't you my beautiful baby hm? you sound so pretty making those sweet noises all for me." I gasped getting closer to Cuming. "I-I'm so close mommy." she pulled them out now leaving me feeling empty. I was not ready for what was to come because she slammed her cock into me. "OH MY GOD MOMMY YES!" I screamed so much that I was breathless for a moment after. "Shhh you're gonna get us caught princess." I moaned louder. "I don't care I want her to know I don't want that guy and that I want you mommy." She smirked happily over that. "Your wish is my command, Babygirl." She fucked into me rougher and faster I could feel the knot forming in my stomach. "M-mommy! I-I'm gonna cum!" I came all over her cock and she came inside me. We were both panting from that heated sex. "Okay now let's finish up so I can go downstairs." I smiled at Bada as I spoke. She nodded and we hurried and got dressed. She held my hand as we walked down the stairs, and we were greeted by my mom trying to shove this guy on me. "Hey there, she is my beautiful daughter Y/n. Y/n this is Kim Bae he is a famous CEO at this big company, and he said he'd marry you." "Y/n I promise I'll be a good husband to you and father to our kids if you'll have me." I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Look Kim Bae, I bet you are an amazing guy but I'm not the right one for you besides I am in love with someone else." He nodded.
"It's okay I understand and thank you for your time." He got up and left. My mom however is mean mugging me. "What in the fuck is wrong with you!?" Kristen and Audrey came down and stood there listening. "What's wrong with me!? MORE LIKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU MOM!?!?" She gasped dramatically as always. "I am only doing what is best for you with that shitty career and the shit people you are around you need to be around rich people and other people like your father and I." I was getting angrier by the minute. "No mom I don't because you and dad aren't doing what you want to do no you'd rather pretend you love your life instead of changing it to make yourself happy." She scoffed. "You are such a spoiled brat and never want to make life easier on yourself. which who is this person you are in love with? are they gonna be able to take care of you? are they gonna be able to make sure you live a happy life? no because you pick losers only." I was ready to leave this place right now and never return. "NO MOM, THEY LOVE ME AND PROMISE TO LOVE ME WHICH IS SOMETHING YOU NEVER DID YOU ALWAYS WANNA SHOVE ME OFF ONTO SOME RICH GUY WHO NEVER WILL LOVE ME THE WAY THIS WOMAN NEXT TO ME DOES!" She walked over and *Smack! * She hit me hard enough I fell to the floor. I looked up at her and stood up. "I hope you know you just lost your daughter forever." I walked upstairs and packed my things and Bada's things and brought our bags down. Bada the whole time was ready to hurt her for how she treated me. She hugged me and then walked over to my mother. "I swear if I ever see you hit her like that again you will have a lot more to worry about than her leaving, I plan to love her and treat her right through everything no matter what unlike you." She walked back to me and we all four got into the two cars. Bada and I sat there for a second. "Y/n listen I'm sor-" I cut her off to kiss her lips. "You were amazing in there Baby." I smiled at her as I said that. "Yeah, well I promised you I would never let you be alone again. You are not alone, and I will always be there for you." just like that we left unsure what our future holds but we'll get through it together.
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A/n: This was fun to write and emotional as fuck I'm just happy to write something this good for ya'll and If you guys have requests I'm always willing to write one. anyways I hope yall enjoyed this one and I plan to write some more stuff soon.
Yk i sometimes feel bad for Howl because of the way Bada fans treat or talk about him. Like i know his dms are flooded with bs. Plus the way people are reacting to her latest interview…
Kristen Dodgen’s stage presence is so much bigger than the stage itself…that’s how we should all strive to feel about our passions..you can be bigger than any stage you are put on.
chat i just wanna let you guys know,,, i met latrice today🤠
dance practice — bada lee
pairing: dancer!bada lee x dancer!fem!reader, swf2 au, bebe!bada x jamrepublic!reader.
genre: friends to lovers
For some reason you couldn’t learn the coreo that you have to present in 2 days. You had to compete with the other main dancers with the coreo that Bada had presented last time. The song name was “Smoke” and the coreo was absolutely amazing, obviously because Bada created it.
But for some reason, you couldn’t memorize neither the steps and the beat. So here you were, it was 8:30pm and you were in the dance studio with Bada Lee, luckily she offered to help you learn the coreo.
“Okay so, the first step is easy, nothing complicated” Bada explained. “First you have to this, and then this movement, like lighting up a lighter and then you have to blow it. Okay?” she said showing you.
“Okay” you answered.
“Okay so 5, 6, 7, 8” she counted.
You did the movements exactly like Bada show you, watching yourself on the mirror and thinking you did correctly.
“Great job Y/N!” she said with that pretty smile she had. “Now let’s continue with the next part.”
The next part of the dance wasn’t that difficult. It was just simple and strong movements with your arms and legs, not a big deal until…
“You have to move your hips in circles” Bada corrected.
“That’s what i’m doing” you answered.
“No, your not. You moving your hips back and forth, you have to do round movements like this” she showed you. “Do it again”
“Fine”
You did it again trying to copy the movement that Bada did before, but apparently you still did it wrong.
“I can’t” you said frustrated. “Why I can’t? It a simple movement”
“Here, let me guide you”
Bada came closer to you, standing behind your back and placing both hands on your hips. Shivers came down your spine, the touch of Bada always had an effect on you. Her smile, the way she looked at you, of course she never failed to make you nervous.
You tried to breath the most normal way possible, the feeling of her breath on your neck was driving you crazy.
“You have to move them like this” she said guiding your hips in small circles. “In that way you can make the move look cleaner.”
“U-uhm yeah, sure” you said nervously.
“Why are you so nervous, Y/N?” she asked with a smirk on her face, passing her hands from your shoulders down to your lower back.
God. This woman was driving you crazy.
“Nothing. I-I just—” you tried to explain.
“Do I make you fell nervous?” she teased.
Oh shit.
“You looked so pretty today, dancing against Rena, you did it perfectly” she said. “Like always…”
She was talking on your ear, her hand around your waist pressing her body against yours. You felt like you were going to die right there.
“Bada, I think we should continue practicing” you said looking at the mirror in front of you. Watching how your body looked so small compare to hers.
“Oh fuck the dance practice” she finally said.
She turned you around, both of you now face to face. She put one hand on your cheek, finally closing the space between you two with a kiss.
You put your hands around her neck, pushing her lightly towards you, deepening the kiss. She started kissing around your jaw and neck, sucking softly the skin and making you shiver. Your breathing became heavier; feeling Bada Lee, the woman that you were so attracted to, kissing and touching your body, you could fall on your knees at every second.
She started kissing you on the lips again, it was your turn now. You kissed her jaw, leaving open mouth kisses all around that zone.
“God, your driving me crazy Y/N” she said with eyes closed between soft gasps. “Your so hot, i like you a lot”
“You have no idea of how long i’ve ben waiting for this moment” you said giving her another kiss on the lips. “I like you too Bada.”
“Why didn’t we did this before?” she said looking at your eyes.
“I don’t know, maybe you were to shy” you teased this time.
“Nah, if it were for me you would be on my bed long time ago” she answered.
“And what are you waiting for? I can lear the rest of the dance tomorrow” you suggested.
“As you order, beautiful.” she smirked.
This would be definitely a long and probably the best night of your life.
Beauty and a Beat | Prologue
I am not a good writer and have the tendency to abandon works, apologies in advance. Also this is me shamelessly simping for Bada Lee after watching one episode of SWF2, so it will be cringe and it will be insufferable but alas here we are. And yes I have no ounce of originality so I can’t even come up with a decent title, so let’s go with this one for now~
The chittering in the dance studio’s elevator faded as a hand reached in, reopening the screeching metal door. “Sorry I didn’t see you there,” the tallest of the group muttered. A looming figure entered, smiling politely. “You’re alright.”
The girls exchanged a look as they silently sized up the newcomer, one more amused than surprised. It’s not everyday that they meet a female dancer taller than her after all. The elevator stopped at 4th floor and she marched out, but not before nodding courteously at the group.
As soon as the door shut the chattering resumed excitedly, new blood are always a welcoming change. The fox-eyed blonde turned to the leader of their group and teased, “Ah Bada, seems like you have competition,” she said as the rest of the group chimed in with agreement.
Bada laughed at the jive, rubbing Tatter on the head. “Okay I promise I’ll get her number for you once she’s here to stay.”
“Oh come on, I barked up the wrong tree once-” Tattee stuttered, flustered. “Can you please just let it go already?”
The group bursted out into laughter. “Yeah well it seems like we have a second walking tree,” Lusher joined the teasing, gesturing at the door.
“Nah I’m not going be asking Ms. Steve Jobs wannabe out,” Tatter refused, still blushing. “Bada’s the one who’s into that turtle-neck-oversized-blazer type.” The group nodded in agreement, “Actually, she does look like a rip-off of you, but much more corporate looking.”
“I wonder what’s her dance style, hopefully we get a new member soon,” said Bada, “hopefully she can take over some of my classes. I can really use some time off after all these jam packed schedules.”
I’m sleep deprived and not the best at checking before posting, so thanks for reading - and here to hoping that I am able to edit after posting (I haven’t been on this site since Yahoo removed p*rn from here…)
Beauty and a Beat | Part 1
Still sleep deprived, still writing. Let’s do this.
CB pranced into the empty dance studio and plopped her duffel bag down in the corner. She’s half an hour early to the workshop but she’s already been waiting anxiously outside for an hour and the security guard have started to taken a notice of her. She stood in front of the floor length mirror and gave herself one last fit check and nodded reassuringly at the reflection. After all she’s made sure to put on the right kind of over sized hoodie and sweatpants (she even got those caps that dancers likes wearing) to make sure she blends right in. “You got this, fake it till you make it,” she said to the reflection, pointing finger guns right back at herself. Hopefully no one saw that.
Someone saw that.
“You got this,” they said reassuringly.
CB turned around, mortified. Upon realising who was standing at the door, she turned a shade of barbie pink. “Kirsten?”
Kirsten chuckled, “Don’t be so nervous love, you must be the newest member to Jam?”
With a deep inhale an exhale, CB bashfully made her way towards the beauty. “Hi hello hi, lovely meeting you! I am the newest member to Jam, I’ve never thought I’d meet you in person but I think I might be here by mistake…” she trailed off. Seeing the slight confusion on Kirstin’s face, CB continued her rambling. “I am not really supposed to be here - I’d love to be here - but I don’t think I’m a dancer dancer.”
“Okay now you’ve lost me, I need more context. You are CB though?” Kirsten remained her graceful and welcoming composure, albeit a little more puzzled as CB continues to word vomit.
She nodded. “Well yes to being new to the team, yes to being CB, yes I am supposed to be here for the Jam Republic team workshop, but no I am not a dancer.” She paused, realised how convoluted she has made this whole situation. “Okay I think I should rewind - I’m technically hired to be a sound producer for JR, but during the hiring process I was asked if I can dance and I said yes. He then asked if I would like to join the dance workshop for team building and I said yes, but I didn’t get a chance to explain that I was an… exotic dancer during my college years.”
“Oh my god this is amazing,” Kirsten bursted out in laughter, “we love a good variety. I’m so glad you’re here. Don’t sweat about it!” The blonde gave CB a firm hug, “once a dancer always a dancer, no shame in stripping. Is that why you’re in those massive heels?”
CB chuckled and followed Kirsten’s gaze to the 8 inch platforms. “Pretty much yeah, they said to bring comfortable dance shoes so I brought Chloe along. It’s the only thing I know how to move in, really.”
“You named them?” Kirsten said amusedly, “At this height you might just be on Bada’s height. She should show up soon, she’ll be thrilled to not be the only giraffe in the room.”
The studio door opened once again, behind which the slender girl with perfectly pin straight fringe walked in. Elevator turtle neck? Bada thought to herself. “Speak of the devil!” Kirsten pranced over, guiding CB towards her. They briefly greeted each other before turning towards CB. “Here’s our newest, CB this is Bada, Bada, CB.”
Bada turned to the newbie, briefly stunned by the heels. How does she move in those?
CB beamed back, taking in the gorgeous face with effortless coolness. Her hair tied up in a messy bun, her streaky fringe a blend of cool grey and black, with her signature cap sitting on top. She then quickly followed her gaze down to the heels. “Hello there! I’ve heard plenty about you - and this would be Chloe. Pleasure meeting you,” CB tried to sound as approchable as possible, knowing her tendency of having a notorious resting bitch face when seeing a stunner.
Bada chuckled at Chloe. “Hi! I think we’ve met but never got the chance to introduce myself,” she said as she remembered the elevator encounter. The girls were right, she is her type. Her split dyed blue and black hair resembling a gothic Cruella, cold eyes with eyeliner sharp enough to kill, and her towering figure had Bada catching herself staring at her jawline. Under those oversized utilitarian hoodie must hide a very choke-able neck, Bada couldn’t help but think. Feeling a flush of redness rising to her cheeks, she quickly looked back down at the leather heels and feign a massive interest in them.
“Right,” CB quickly recalled the encounter, “I was just stopping by the other day to get the studio’s location, Jam Republic have sent me there in hopes that I can find you before they’ve set up the recording studio in Seoul for me. They thought I’d get lonely in a new country all by myself.” The Cruella impersonator chuckled, “but I got all flustered seeing all you ladies there that day and couldn’t bring myself to introduce myself. Sorry about that, I don’t do well in groups.” I don’t do well in front of pretty ladies, CB thought to herself, but managed to swallow that line before she made a fool of herself.
“Don’t be silly, we were actually wondering when did we get another dancer in the studio,” Bada reassured, pleasantly surprised by how warm and fuzzy CB sounds despite her almost mafia-like appearance the other day. “We even have a nickname ready for you in case you’ll be joining BEBE.”
The small group was interrupted as the remaining members of Jam Republic joined the room, ready for the workshop to begin. CB took a seat next to Bada on the oak dance floor, the duo exchanged a smile before turning their attention to Kirsten, who led the first day of workshop. Glad I went along with the misunderstanding, CB thought to herself as she checked out Bada one last time before focusing on the dance training.
The ten hour day went on as each member took a 2 hour slot sharing dance moves and exchanging pro-tips. Four hours in, during Latrice’s turn, Bada can’t help but to stare at CB as she quickly learned Latrice’s skilful footwork in those seemingly impractical shoes, moving like a graceful gazelle. CB noticed her intense eye contact and grinned back, “I doubt I’ll be able to move by the end of today. I’m surprised I even lasted this long with all you pro dancers,” CB whispered, laughing at her own rusty moves. Bada repeated Latrice’s moves alongside, which much better precision and body control, CB’s eyes widen at the demonstration, trying hard to not drool at the sight of her fluent dance grooves.
As soon as the lunch break was announced, CB sprawled onto the floor, panting heavily from the exercise. “I have no idea how you do it,” CB said shakily, “I am so out of shape it’s not even funny.”
Bada laughed at the slump on the ground, “you’re not doing too bad, probably just not your genre. What is your usually dance style anyways?”
CB smirked mischievously as she unzipped her hoodie, “stripping.”
Bada felt her cheeks flushed red as she continued to pulled off the oversized clothing, revealing the singlet underneath. Thank god for the practice, at least I can chalk that one up to Latrice’s full body workout. Before she even had the time to register the stunning body, she was quickly distracted by impressive patchwork tattoo collection CB had covering almost the entirety of her body, from the base of her neck to as far as Bada can see under all the hoodies’s coverage. She fought back the urge to gulp hard but failed.
CB noticed the lingering gaze and decided to tease a little more, winking at the already blushing Bada. What a cutie, she thought to herself, maybe I’ll take a shot.
The workshop continued after the hour long break. CB kept the hoodie off, tossing it to the corner along with the remainder of her belongings. Bada couldn’t stop stealing glances at CB, she’s never realised how fast hours can pass. On the other hand, CB is not cut out for these high intensity dance sessions but refused to be the only one to tap out and embarrass herself, especially when Bada won’t stop looking over at her. I gotta make a good impression, she thought as she gritted her teeth to push the remaining hours; hours felt like days as every inch of her muscles threatened to give out at any given time.
As soon as day one of workshop ended, CB crawled her way towards her bag to reach for a grinder and a pouch. She rolled a joint in record speed and searched for the nearest smoking area. Kirsten caught a glimpse of a pink grinder and squatted down next to CB. “Sharing is caring,” she said half joking, half very much wanting some greens.
CB motioned at her travel sized smoke goodies and inched towards the exit. “Help yourself, I desperately need a smoke after today. I might have to show up tomorrow in crutches.”
As the duo giggled towards the smoking area, Bada wondered where CB vanished to, determined to make more conversations the next day.
“I didn’t know you smoke,” Kirsten asked as she took a draw.
“I was a stripper in Melbourne, or course I smoke.” CB responded. “Just glad the workshop is here and not Korea, I don’t think I’ll have enough ouid pen to last me through this. There is some really cute girls to keep me motivated though, I’ll have to say.”
Kirsten laughed, clicking her tongue. “Bada? She really is the infamous heartthrob isn’t she.”
CB nodded, taking another deep long draw. “Caught her looking my way a few times, you reckon I have a chance?”
“I think so, pretty sure Redy is out of the picture…” Kirsten trailed off, enjoying the company. “Careful with that one, she’s can be a real womaniser,” Kirsten said jokingly, her tone laced with a hint of warning.”
CB’s eyes flickered under the street lights, “I do like a challenge.”
Aight guys I am very sorry for the inconsistencies in writing, it has been so long since I last birthed a fic and I am behind rusty. Thanks to my brilliant ~depression~ I really can’t decide between fluff or angst (I have the tendency to lean towards sabotaging relationships whenever my mother is in town to visit, I wonder why…), so I’ll probably be writing some hard-to-get long burns for the time being? If you have a preference feel free to let me know~ Anyhoo thanks for reading if you’ve made it this far ^_^
Beauty and the Beat | Part 2
Less sleep deprived, still indecisive. Let’s gooooo.
CB spent the second of workshops acclimating to the intense workouts, while simultaneously keeping a calm facade - no thanks to Ms. Bada who have taken a vested interest in her moves. CB is no where as precise as the skilled dancer, who managed to execute new chores seemingly effortlessly, but the way she carried herself does have a certain quality that Bada can’t quite put her finger on. And so the hours flied by, as the two were mesmerised by each other - and both sneaking peaks at each other, hoping that they were being subtle about it. They weren’t, Kirsten and Latrice on the other side of the room had front row seat to their “subtle” exchanges and feigned gagged at the two.
Comes night fall and CB once again weaselled out for some smokes, updating the girls about her (slow) progress in the meantime.
Day three of the workshop is when CB realised the clear divide between pro dancers and herself, as she begin to struggle to catch up with the group, either falling half a count behind or missing a turn. After almost an hour of tussling, CB casted her ego aside and turned to Bada asking for some guidance.
It isn’t like Bada hasn’t noticed the hour long scrambling taking place beside her, but CB was clearly trying hard to figure out the steps in her own terms and she didn’t feel the need to intervene. When CB finally turned to her after for some pointers, the more experienced dancer warmly offered some guidance. “You missed a step between count 4 and 5,” she placed her hand on CB’s shoulder and directed her to the beat. “Like this. Be a little more precise.”
CB parroted the instruction, this time executing the movement with more accuracy and force. Bada nodded approvingly as she watched. “Now for the other part that you missed,” she moved closer to CB and placed her hand on her lower waist, “left heel, tip, heel.”
Again CB followed the instructions, moving to the beat counts; the instructor’s hand following the arch of her back as she moved, sitting comfortably at the hollow of her back’s arch. When CB got the moves right on the third try, Bada took a step back and released a breath she hasn’t even realised that she was holding, slightly relieved that she’s able to take a step back before inappropriate thoughts begin to form in her head.
“Thanks for that,” CB smiled and turned around, inches away from Bada’s face. The latter looked up to meet her eyes, not used to having such a pretty face looking down at her. She’s usually the one towering over other dancers, female and males alike; but being at eye level with CB’s chin, she couldn’t help but stare at her flushed cheeks and plump lips. Realising that she’s gawking, Bada lowered her gaze.
Noticing the effect she’s having on Bada, CB chuckled and flicked the brim of Bada’s cap downwards, concealing the blush now painting the dancer’s cheek a shade of rose.
For a third night in a row, Bada have noticed the disappearance of CB, and is wondering how the hell does she manage to sneak around silently with those massive stompers of hers. Opening the doors one by one, Bada is determined to locate her. A strange smell through the exit piqued her interest, and the tall girl approached the doorway. A familiar sound indicated that she was on the right track and she sped up her pace.
“So how is your plan coming along?” Kirsten asked, during their nightly sesh. “I’m seeing a lot of batting eyelashes and giggling, but I’m not seeing a lot of-” she trailed off as she pinched both her hands towards each other, making a smooching motion with her hands. CB chuckled and stuck her middle finger up, nonverbally telling Kirsten to “get fucked.”
“Mate I’m trying,” CB attempted to explain, “it doesn’t help that I’m constantly in PAIN because it’s taking me everything to simply keep up with you ladies… took everything just to keep a straight face you know what I mean!”
“Oh girl you need to do something about that stamina of yours,” the newest member to their nightly hangout, Latrice, added while rolling her eyes. “She’s gonna devour you at this rate.”
CB gasped, pretending to be offended by the comment.
“Well she ‘likes a good challenge’,” Kirsten jabbed, “physical challenge.”
The group bursted out into laughter as the door flung open, with Bada on the other side of the door frame. Kirsten and Latrice exchanged a sneaky smile as CB welcomed the newcomer into the group. “Look who found us!” She cheered as she scooted over, just enough for the tall dancer to sit down. “You smoke?” CB offered.
Bada shook her head ‘no’, politely smiling as she does. “I’m good, are you guys…”
“Baked.” “Stoned.” “Blazin’.” The trio responded in unison. The South Korean’s eyes widen slightly, quickly recovering once she realised their geographical location.
“So this is your little hide out,” Bada marvelled at the cozy corner, “I’ve been wondering where you three disappeared to every night fall.”
“The couch potato can’t handle us,” Latrice nudged, “she’s been chain smoking like an elderly cat lady over here after every workshops.”
CB kicked her legs up and gently plopped it onto Bada’s lap, “My whole body aches,” she complained as she pouts.
Bada was mildly surprised by her forwardness, nevertheless she started rubbing CB’s foot skilfully, the way that she usually does with her teammates. CB has leaned back on the couch, her hoodie unzipped, the dim street lights illuminating her torso like an art piece in the museum.
“You’re really good at this, maybe I should stop by your room later for a full body massage.” CB praised, her tone playful. Kirsten and Latrice snickered at her boldness.
Is she flirting? Bada wondered while her hands continues to knead. Seeing the relaxed posture CB took, she brushed it off and convinced herself that the foreigner is just being friendly.
As soon as Kirsten and Latrice finished up their roll, they stood up and excused themselves for the night, sneaking a wink at CB on the way out. When they’re out of sight, Latrice shot CB a message reading “Good luck 🍀😉”
CB’s phone lit up, Latrice’s message popping up on the screen. Bada glanced towards the device, peeking at the text. Noticing the dancer’s curiosity, CB picked up the phone and snapped a quick selfie of themselves. “I’m on it,” she texted back.
“What’s that about?” Bada asked, CB still leaning on her shoulder from the selfie pose.
“They’re wishing me luck with trying to hit on you,” CB explained nonchalantly.
Bada, taken aback by the bluntness, tried to cover up her bashfulness with a chortle. “You’re funny.”
CB pouted, displeased that her attempt is brushed off as a friendly gesture. “I meant it though, you’re really pretty. Nice smile too.” She immediately wanted to kick herself as soon as she said that. Nice smile? That’s the best I can do?
The faint light veiled the blush forming at the girl’s cheek, muttering a soft ‘thank you’ in return, speechless at the vixen. It’s not that she’s uninterested, just unsure at CB’s sincerity. After all the popular dancer does receive quite a number of attention (and online, professions), but more often than not those compliments are just that, compliments. On to of that, Bada is used to being the one who had to be the first to make romantic advancements, as most people just assumed that the tall handsome girl with such charming aura would surely be more dominant.
CB noticed the sudden silence from the other girl and retreated her advancement, sitting back up right. “Sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable,” she apologised, feeling responsible for the sudden shift in aura. Perhaps she did come on too strongly. “Do you want me to walk you back to your room?”
Bada glanced up at the anxiety-ridden producer and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears. “I’m not uncomfortable,” she explained softly, “you’re just… different than what I’m used to. Not in a bad way though.”
A warm smile crept it’s way onto CB’s lips as she felt a sense of relief. “What, girls?” She carefully prodded for explanation.
“No I’ve had my fair share of girls,” Bada winked, “you’re the most candid one by far though.”
“Oh thank fuck I didn’t bark up the wrong tree,” CB exhaled, “I’d be mortified. Okay I get your drift, I’ll back up a little. Old habits die hard.”
Not noticing the underlying message of the last bit, the dancer tugged on the producer’s hoodie, pulling her closer. “It’s alright, I kind of like it.”
Thanks again for staying around sorry if this is all over the place - I took a sick day from work and had a mountain of tasks to return to 😩 see y’all hopefully tomorrow (anxiously waiting for the Chilli Challenge to come out!!!) xoxo
Beauty and the Beat | Part 3
Thanks for tuning in again! I also cannot for the life of me figure out the directions I want to take with this fic so I’ll keep the main story line running over here while I move my edited work over to @currentfication, so hop on over if you prefer something a little more polished and less ~chaotic~ but anyhoo I very much appreciate y’all for hanging out!
Kirsten and Latrice was grinning ear to ear when they saw CB the next morning, ready for the newest update. “We we’re just chatting, sadly no juicy gossip for y’all.” CB offered up a crumb of information, hoping that the prodding would soon cease.
“And the crowd goes mild,” Latrice complained as she rolled her eyes. “Come back to us when you have some tea to offer.”
“Well I sure hope there was no action going on last night, you haven’t forgotten about your turn to hold the workshop today have ya?” Kirsten asked.
CB shook her head no and walked them through her lesson plan for later that day, “…I’m hoping I get enough time to set up while you take your last break, I did managed to get the last workshop of the day so I’ll have plenty of time to pack up.” The other girls nodded as they follow along.
“That sounds exciting!” The duo beamed. Bada walked in at that time, curiously joining the conversation.
“What’s exciting?” She interjected.
“Eh, let’s call it a surprise, everyone has been providing insightful workshops I thought I’d do something fun for all of us tonight,” CB trailed off as the next workshop begun, ready for the gruelling challenges ahead.
Pondering for a quick moment, Bada think she has an idea of what CB’s workshop is going to be. This woman hasn’t once taken off her heels - does she not get blisters? - surely the workshop is going to be hell dance class. She’s been to a few of Redlic’s classes, so the idea of attending someone else’s heels dance class sounds fun. After all it’s not everyday that Bada gets to dance with heels on.
After six hours of practices, CB really started to doubt if putting herself last is a good idea. As her peers made their way out the room for an hour break, she dragged her duffel bag into the center of the room and initiated the process of setting up. She skilfully attached the metal pieces into one, and proceeded to secure each one to the ceiling of the studio.
When the hour long break wraps up, the dancers returned to the studio, now with eight extra metal poles. The dancers gasped, thrilled to be trying something new. Bada was no exception, curious to try the sport out herself; that is, until CB walked past and she nearly snapped her neck turning around.
To teach pole dancing, there needs to be maximum grip between the thighs and pole, hence minimum clothing on the legs. Her long legs accentuated by the heels, a litter of tattoo trailing down her legs, circled by the dragon from Spirited Away. She’s taken off the hoodie, replacing it with a oversized crop top barely covering her sports bra; the ink continued upwards, spreading through her torso and back. Bada was looking at everything else in an attempt to not be checking out her body, which proved itself hard as CB hopped onto a pole to address the group.
Bada was only half paying attention as CB introduced herself as the newest member of Jam Republic Agency, her gaze following CB as she moves around fluidly while barely clothed. It’s truly a sight, a mix of hyper femininity and masculinity alike, someone who utilised the aesthetic of both gender as well as Bada herself does. Bada can’t help but marvel at how closely their vibes resemble each other’s, yet total polar opposite at the same time.
CB noticed a staring figure towards the back of the room and came into eye contact with Bada. She chuckled and threw a wink at her, snapping the latter out of her trance. “I’m sorry I didn’t have enough poles for us today, but hopefully we can take turns and have some fun!” CB wrapped up her introduction and begun to show the group the basic lifting techniques and a few tips to avoid injury.
She went around to give out helpful advices and demonstrated how to do tricks for those that mastered the lifting skills, eventually stopping in front of Bada. Noticing her difficulty to climb, CB leaned over and whispered “I think you’re wearing too love, maybe try again without the pants?” Pointing at her baggy jeans, CB couldn’t help but tease.
“Stop teasing me, aren’t you supposed to be teaching us useful skills?” Bada pouted, fighting back a blush forming at her cheeks. CB laughed and ran off, then quickly returning with a few bags in hand.
“Meet Elordi, Gigi, and Sydney,” CB addressed each heels. “They’re PU leather and should help with the climbing.”
“First of all, just how many pairs of these do you own? Also you named them?” Bada blurted, “I don’t think I’ll fit in these.”
“It’s an open-toed size, gives you two sizes in the front and two in the back,” CB quoted her comfort show, “no but for real I’m sure you’ll be fine. Give it a try.” CB bent over and slid the shoes onto Bada, smirking when she zipped up the heels. “There you go Princess,” she continued her attempt with flirting and extended a hand to help her stand up.
Although Bada’s body control is usually superb, standing up with the heels at more than 6 feet did made her stumble forward, CB swiftly catching her in her arms. “Did you planned for this too?” The dancer asked jokingly as she straightened herself from CB’s embrace.
“Oh absolutely. May I have this dance, Princess?” CB resumed her flirting when Bada found her balance. The dancer have such lovely lashes from this angle, the flirt quickly pointed that out to her.
“Eh I don’t know, maybe I’m too tall for heels,” Bada whined, uncomfortable at the proximity to the ceiling.
“Nonsense, all girls need at least a pair of good heels, makes changing lightbulb a hell lot easier.” She jokingly finished, but dead serious about the part where all women deserves to feel like a girl once in a while. The dancer’s tensed shoulders eased a little as she took a few more steps. “Now you should be able to climb without needing to strip off - although I would very much like to see that.”
Bada was surprised that the PU leather did indeed helped with the climbing, and CB muttered something along the line of ‘I’m always right’ before walking off to the other dancers, assisting where needed.
When the workshop wrapped up, most dancers were still having fun spinning on the poles. CB decided to leave for a quick smoke before packing the metal poles down, allowing the dancers to have a little more fun.
After a short blunt, CB returned to Akanen and Ling rallying the girls up for a strip show. The girls have borrow Sydney and Elordi, respectively, and have set up seats in front of the poles.
“LET’S GOOOOO!!! SERVE CUNTTTTTT!!!” CB cheered on the girls as they are wilding amongst themselves to Saweetie’s Best Friend. Someone has turned off the lights to the studio, and the make shift stage is illuminated by phone torches and a line night light that one must have brought from their room. The girls utilised the tricks they’ve picked up earlier on, and is laughing way too hard while attempting to balance on a metal structure. Ling successfully landed a spin on the pole, and the room erupted into cheers.
After a few turns from different dancers, alcohol have started to emerge in the studio. Seeing that everyone is of age and the workshop has long since wrapped up, no one seemed to mind the sneaky drinks here and there.
“CB! Get your ass up on the pole!” Kirsten hollered at the newbie. The Jam Republic Agency members begun to chant the newcomer’s name until CB found her way in front of the crowd.
“Ok ok I see how it is - hazing the newbie.” The group all laughed as CB changed the song to Ashnikko’s playlist, hopping onto the pole effortlessly. As Bada took a sip of the alcohol handed to her, she almost choked at the sight of CB on the pole, dangling upside down while spinning. Her world was silent for a brief moment, butterflies in her stomach with an all-too-familiar feelings she’s had.
The shenanigans went on for a little longer, until someone from the crowd, obviously a little tipsy and slurring, started demanding for lap dances. “LAP DANCE LAP DANCE LAP DANCE” the group chanted.
CB laughed and complied, relieved by the welcoming and lively environment; coming from a non-music background, she was dreading not having a place amongst the professionals. “Kirsten girl come on,” the blue haired girl demanded, imitating the dancer’s ‘main rival’ from that dance show she was on a few months prior. Following the uproar, the Kiwi pulled up a chair close to the pole CB was on.
The dance routine was risqué and suggestive, and the two girls was giggling all through the performance. A few bars into the song, CB politely asked the sitting girl if she’s okay with her sitting on her lap, and Kirsten gladly accepted the offer. “Holy shit babes I feel like I’m in a club right now sans the actual stripping part, are you sure you don’t want to get tipped for this?” Kirsten said as she pulled out some coins.
The former stripper let out a laugh and suggested “Maybe make it rain, not make it hail.”
Everyone was having great fun with the ass shaking and provocative dancing, aside from Bada who, even to her own surprise, felt a tinge of jealousy. Before she knew it, she have made herself rather close to the front of the performance, watching every floor-humps and twerkings.
Out of the corner of CB’s eyes she noticed the blonde girl approaching, and leaned forward to whisper at Kirsten. “Sorry babes I’ll need you to move along, my main chick has arrived.” Kirsten’s eyes widen in understanding and hummed in agreement.
“You’re up next,” Kirsten stood up and pulled Bada into the chair in one swift motion. Before the long haired blonde dancer had noticed what’s going on, she was seated into a metal folding chair, inches away from CB’s thighs. One moment she was ravelling in a trance of jealousy, the next thing she realised was making eye contact with an inked dragon, with CB’s shorts riding dangerously high up her ass cheeks and Miss Nectarine playing in the background.
CB mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ to Kirsten before tuning into the music and the dancer in front of her, cheeks flushed from alcohol. Her lips looked so edible right now CB had to quickly wipe the corner of her mouth to make sure she isn’t drooling.
Bada watched as CB snap herself into the dance routine during the first few beats, her facial expression turned from cheerful laughter to pure seduction with a quick heel click. Her hand glided down the pole sensually, her back slowly arching forward. With the help of her other hand she swiftly swung herself around and remained hovering in that posture for a few turns, before smoothly landing into a split. The crowd erupted into a series of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’, some even clapping, but it all seemed like white noise to Bada as CB maintained eye contact whilst slowly crawling towards her.
“May I?” She gently enquired the blonde in the seat before sitting on her lap with her head leaned backwards onto her shoulder. The dancer have previously shared some close contact dances with other performers, but this is a first for her as her cheeks flushed red and her heart thumping - and she’s pretty sure it’s not because of the alcohol.
The two minute song felt way too short as CB stood up from the dancer, jaw hung in shock by the titillating act. CB noticed the flustered girl’s attempt at composing herself and tipped her hat brim downward to help hide her rosy cheeks. She then quickly bowed at the audiences as she pulled Ling back onto the pole. “Your turn Ling, I need a smoke.”
CB shuffled through the crowd and made her way to her usual hide out, pulling out the essentials. That little lap dance stunt that she pulled just now was not just blood-tingling for the famous dancer, being that close to her was an equally electrifying experience to CB. Pulling off that feat without stumbling - especially when she was looking right back at her like that - CB quickly rolled a blunt to clear some unholy thoughts from her mind.
The door creaked open and Bada poked her head through the gap, walking out once she confirmed that the producer is once again curled up in the seat. “What was that all about?” She asked with a smirk as she approached.
“My feeble at seducing you, Princess,” CB said while gesturing tipping a hat.
The tall dancer took up the empty seat next to CB, leaning towards the girl, her face now inches away from hers. “Well it worked, so what’s next?” She said breathily, slowly glancing down at her lips.
CB chuckled a little and tucked a loose strand of the dancer’s blonde hair behind her ears. Leaning forward to close the gap, she whispered in her ears “Well then let’s get to work.”
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I knowwwww this chapter is kind of a huge ass mess - I may or may not be distracted by writing smut for next chapter? 🫣 I promise I will try to come back and edit it after I get some sleep in tonight 🙇🏻♀️ anyhoo thank you again for sticking around!