Pitch Perfect One-Shots

Chapter LXXXIX - Bechloe: The Things We Do For Love (Part 2)

The next few days weren't very kind to Beca. Beca's symptoms of her hormone were getting worse and it got more and more difficult for Beca to control her urges. She was hungry all the time, she had the desire to work out a lot, she made crude and inappropriate comments and jokes that weren't even funny, she wanted sex at all hours of the day, and she felt quite tense. It was also hard for Chloe who was trying to implement self-control in the brunette but it was easier said than done.

It was Stacie's birthday and the Bellas all decided to go out to dinner to celebrate and go to a club afterward because no matter how old Stacie got, she still loved to party. Beca didn't really want to go out in the state she was in but Chloe told her that it would be a good way for her to put in place self-control. Beca was nervous but Chloe reminded her that she wouldn't leave her side, which put Beca a bit at ease.

Dinner went well but now it was time for clubbing and Beca wasn't doing so well. It was hot and there were a lot of girls wearing skimpy clothing, dancing sexily to the music. Even though Beca had a girlfriend that she loved and adored, her male hormone was roaring to life and Beca found it very hard to control herself.

"Are you okay, babe?" Chloe asked, sitting next to Beca.

"Yeah, it's just a bit hot in here that's all."

"Oh, here. Take your jacket off then."

"Yeah, I think I will." Beca was quick to shrug off her leather jacket and it brought her a small form of relief. "I might get a drink."

"Okay, babe."

Beca got up and went over to the bar where she ordered a scotch and a glass of water. Beca had no idea how much longer the hormone was going to be in her system for but there was nothing she could do except wait it out and try to gain some self-control.

"Hey, there,"

Beca turned and saw a woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, big boobs, and the perfect hourglass figure that was clad in a tight, red dress with black heels on her feet.

"H, hey..." Beca spoke.

"What are you getting?"

"Ah... I, ah... I'm getting a scotch."

"Oh, yum! A scotch please!" She called out to the bartender. "Are you here alone?"

"Ah, no. It's my friend's birthday so we're out having a few drinks with her."

"Oh, how nice! This is a good place to come for birthdays."

"Y, yeah. I suppose so... It's not bad..." Beca cleared her throat, feeling like she was wearing ten leather jackets she was that hot now.

"What's your name?"

"B, Beca."

"Eliza," the woman held out her hand, which Beca accepted.

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," she winked then retracted her hand. "So, Beca, you're here celebrating your friend's birthday and yet you're here at the bar alone... What's up with that?"

"I... I need a drink...?" Beca thought the question was rather stupid but the woman just laughed at her.

"You're cute. No, what I meant was would you like some company when going back to your friends?"

"O, oh. Oh, no. That's okay. I, ah-"

"What about after then?" Eliza stepped closer to Beca and Beca felt like her heart was about to explode it was beating that fast.

"I... I gotta pee."

Turning on her heel, Beca raced to the nearest bathroom the best she could in a nightclub. The brunette turned on the facet, collected water in her hands, and had a drink. She knew it wasn't the most hygienic thing to do but she was on fire and she didn't want to wait at the bar for her drinks to be served. The night was getting a bit too much for the brunette. Every woman she looked at made her crazy. She tried to implement self-control but it was extremely hard when she saw women grinding against one another and wearing revealing outfits.