A Pretty Face At The Club (Charlie x Jo charvelle)

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Charlie is clearly hella gay. Her friends knew she was lesbian before she even knew what the word meant.

But, growing up, things weren't exactly in her favor. She was a minority (gay, and a women) and on top of that, she came from a very poor background.

So it just made sense she became a stripper to pay for classes and such.

She didn't mind the job. There was the occasional gross older man, but that was just a common work hazard. She'd never admit to being gay at work, but all other strippers knew. They fully supported her and kept their talking to a minimum and safe out of earshot for male customers.

The worst part about the job, in Charlie's opinion, was that it took away from her gaming time.

The lesbian was just about to go into her work place but not without noting that the air felt.... different today.

Not necessarily bad, but odd. Like a major change was about to come.

She headed backstage, passing by male and female customers alike (because lesbians can chill at strip clubs too). As she was slipping on her black sparkly costume, she heard a small, "Oh my-"

She quickly slipped the strap to the top of her outfit on and turned to see a gorgeous blonde standing in front of her, hand over her mouth. Her face was bright red.

"I- I'm so sorry! I thought this was the bathroom!"

Charlie smirked, "It's okay. But if you wanted a private room that bad you could've just asked." She giggled as she walked over to the newly out blonde lesbian.

Charlie whispered right in her ear, "But that's going to cost you $50."

"$50? I.... thought it was $500?" Charlie heard the other ask, clearly flustered.

The stripper stepped away and winked, "We all have our preferences. You just happen to be my ideal type. So I just happened to misplace $450."

They both heard other dancers headed to the room. Charlie blew a kiss and waved, "Hopefully, I'll see you soon."

Jo left the room, completely stunned. She was just out with a couple guy friends, trying to admire some dancers when all the sudden she gets a hell of a discount for being a peeping Tom?

She picked her jaw up from the floor and walked back to her group, rubbing her hands on her face.

"Hey Jo! You tired or something?" Gabe asked.

"Where's Dean? You aren't gonna bel-"

"Aaaand now, ladies and gentlemen! Please give a warm welcome to our favorite dancer: Queen of Moons: Celeste Middleton!"

The audience roared with yells and claps. It was evident that "Celeste" was amazing at her job.

Everyone seemed to freeze, mesmerized by her dancing.

And Jo had to admit, she was the most attractive woman there. She couldn't believe Celeste offered her a private room for only $50.

After she finished her stage time, she again, blew a kiss and waved to the crowd before walking back to her room.

Jo tapped Gabe's shoulder, never taking her eye off of the dancer. "Hold my beer." She ordered.

"Why? What're you goin— oh. Go get em tiger." Gabe laughed. "You think she likes girls?"

"She already told me, and I have a better chance than you do." Jo retorted before walking in the direction of Celeste, who was flirting with customers and trying to convince them to buy a room.

Jo didn't want to interrupt the transaction so she waited a bit until Celeste turned around.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer now." Jo smiled.

Celeste jumped a bit but laughed in relief, "Sounds lovely to me. How about right now?"

"Right now? Aren't you working?"

"I've made enough tonight. Let me just tell my manager I'm leaving and grab my things." She grinned.

Charlie was genuinely happy to be leaving early to go with Jo. Truth be told, she only made about $100 more than breaking even but she didn't mind. She didn't want to work today anyways.

Jo went back to Gabe, "She and I are leaving."

Gabe dropped his cup as his eyes widened, "Say sike right now."

"Nope. I'm deadass. And there's your little boyfriend." Jo smirked as Sam walked back, wasted.

"Shut it." He muttered, elbowing her, "And there's no way you got with her. I'll believe it when I see it."

Just then, all three heard a voice behind them, "Well, believe it baby." Charlie wrapped an arm around Jo's.

"Did you bet drinks on it? You should've, you know." Celeste smiled.

"We didn't get that far. But if you want one—" Sam slurred but was cut off.

"As much as I'd love to get a drink with you, Cutie;" she slipped a hand to Sam's shoulder, around his neck. "I've got a hot date. Wouldn't want to miss it." She then retracted her hand from Sam and pulled Jo outside.

"Would you mind if we just took this back to my place?" Charlie asked.

"I supposed not, Celeste."

As they walked away from the club, Charlie slipped in, "Its Charlie, not Celeste. Charlie Bradbury." She stuck her hand out and Jo shook it.

"Jo Harvelle."

"Well Mrs. Harvelle, you're very attractive." Charlie stated bluntly.

"Thank you. As are you." Jo giggled.

"You don't have to pay me $50, consider it more of a date type situation." Charlie smirked as the others face got bright red.

"O-oh... I was going to ask about the rooms in the club and why we weren't just using those." Jo laughed a bit.

"Well Joey, because I find you so attractive, I'd much rather make you dinner at my place and watch a movie or two. Maybe play a game. You know, things that mean more than a one night stand."

"That sounds great to me."

And they proceeded to do just that.

They settled on watching Lord Of The Rings and it wasn't long before Jo lost the remote.

"I know I put it somewhere around here!" She sighed.

"Are you that blind?" Charlie grinned, grabbing the remote from the end table.

Jo face palmed, "I'm not blind I swear—"

"Great. So you wouldn't have any trouble writing your number down?"

"....You smooth motherfucker." Jo laughed, shoving her in the shoulder. Her face was beet red as she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

"Kinda comes with the job description."

And the next day, Charlie met up with Jo and her group of friends.

"So you two are legitimately dating?" Gabe asked, still not over that.

Charlie nodded, "Yeah, I'm actually a lesbian, but I gotta say, I love the service Dean gives me."

Dean was so flustered he couldn't form a coherent sentence for a second, "She- I- shut up." He grumbled.

Charlie could tell she was going to be with Jo for a long time.

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