A/N

Hey, I'm back, sort of. I wrote this smutty little two-shot instead of working on my other story I'm trying to get ready.

I hope that you enjoy my thoughts.

As always, the characters are not mine, I'm just playing with them.

I hope that the plot is mine.

The club was already in full swing when the University of Miami's women's soccer team entered. Chatting raucously, the eighteen women didn't seem to notice that many heads swiveled in their direction. They made their way over to the area that was marked off as reserved, knowing before that they needed room for their celebration. Whether it was them taking up some of the best seats near the stage, the fact that they were all women, or if it was that they were all beautiful, young, and fit, they drew even more attention as they sat down.

Teddy Altman, the team's center, grabbed the arm of her best friend and goalkeeper, Arizona Robbins. The team's captain was in the middle of a conversation but easily relented and let her friend drag her to the stage.

"Ease up there, Altman, there will be plenty of time to spend your dollars tonight," the blonde laughed at the other woman.

Not caring about the rebuke, Teddy settles in with her beer with a big smile on her face. "Robbins, we kicked ass today and it's your third clean sheet… in a row! We're celebrating here, and these are the best seats in the house."

The goalkeeper can't argue, nor does she want to honestly. She's only been to a strip club once, right after she turned twenty-one, but she's never been to this one. She's heard from some of her teammates, as well as most of the guys on the men's team, that the dancers here are all incredible. Resigning to her fate, she relaxes next to Teddy and sips from her vodka, watching the redhead who is currently spinning on the pole in front of her.

The team has been at the club for about an hour. Meredith Grey and Cristina Yang, the team's fullbacks, are deep into their bottle of tequila. They've spent twice as much money, tucked away in thongs and garters, as anyone else. Teddy and her fellow center, Amelia Shepherd are in a close second. Though, Arizona notices, they've been gone from their perch for over ten minutes. The blonde is about to ask the Twisted Sisters where they've gone, but the club's lights drop and the crowd erupts when the next dancer is announced.

She decides to wait them out, or at least pay attention to the stage if everyone is so excited. The dancer must be a crowd favorite, and she does have a fresh drink after all. When the opening chords to "Heavy in Your Arms" play, Arizona's attention snaps to the woman who slowly saunters onto the stage. Not wanting any distractions, she sets her drink on the table and leans forward to watch.

The dancer is tall, curvy, and has rich dark hair that looks jet black under the low lights. The gold dress shines and is completely open at the front, drawing Arizona's eyes in. The Latina dancer's hips are moving sensually to the bass in the music and the goalkeeper feels her belly tighten at the sight.

Whenever the music picks up, the woman moves seductively against the pole, like it's her dance partner. Arizona has never wanted to be a pole so badly. When she leans forward only to snap up, grinding her ass against the cool metal, Arizona feels it against her burgeoning hardness.

When the dancer works her way around the stage, losing articles of clothing, she pauses at Arizona. The two women lock eyes and the Latina smirks at the blonde. Arizona's breath catches and she finds herself holding out her hand with several bills. The now panty-clad woman crawls over to the edge of the stage, thrusting her hips forward for the blonde to tuck the bills. Arizona's usually controlled movements are shaky, but she manages to secure the money.

The dance ends with the gorgeous woman upside down, covering her exposed breasts with her strong arm as the lights fade. Arizona doesn't stir with the crowd explodes, she's not shaken out of her daze until she feels Teddy and Amelia shake her shoulders from either side. Realizing that the ethereal beauty is no longer bare in front of her, she picks up her drink and downs the rest before turning her attention to her friends.

"Hey, where were you?" she asks, her voice raspier than normal.

"We were watching you from the bar," Amelia giggles.

"Well, Shep was watching you, I was watching that performance," Teddy corrects. "She was hot."

Arizona feels herself nodding in agreement. "We have a surprise for you," Amelia adds. But before she can explain, a man in a dark suit comes up to the trio and taps Arizona on the shoulder.

"Are you Arizona?" the man questions.

"Um, yeah that's me," the blonde replies warily.

"Can you come with me please?"

Though she is worried that she's being called away from the group, she is somewhat calmed by the smiles on her centers' faces. With a cautious nod, she gets up and follows the man to the back of the club, receiving slaps on the back and ass from her teammates as she passes.

Eventually, the man opens the door to a large private room and gestures for Arizona to go inside. Before she can ask any questions, the man closes the door, leaving her alone in the room. Curious, she wanders around to take in her surroundings. The room here is much different than the club. There are several comfortable-looking couches, most of them angled toward the pole that is placed firmly in the middle, the obvious focal point.

Having nothing else to do, and still not sure what she is doing in the room other than a guess, Arizona takes a seat on a plush leather sofa. Plucking up a beer from an ice bucket near the couch, she pops the top and resigns herself to a wait. Halfway through her beer, the door opens and the blonde nearly chokes. Coughing to clear her lungs, she looks up to watch as the beautiful Latina dancer enters the space. The goalkeeper sets down the beer and wipes her hands on her jeans as the woman makes her way toward her and sits down elegantly next to her.

"You must be Arizona," the woman states simply.

The blonde nods silently and the woman, who Arizona can now see has rich brunette waves, laughs. "Are you nervous?"

"How did you know my name?" Arizona asks stupidly.

The brunette's laugh is deep and genuine, "It was on the request for the private room."

"I didn't ask for a private room," she states, confused. Thinking that it sounds like rejection, she continues, "Not that I wouldn't want a private room. With you. I mean, you're stunning, obviously… but, yeah, I didn't request you. I mean, it! I didn't request it."

Chuckling again, the brunette places her hand on the blonde's thigh, "Relax, Arizona. You must have some very nice friends then. This is our nicest room and it's booked for an hour."

"An hour," the goalkeeper nervously gulps, "what do you normally do for an hour?"

"Why don't we start with a dance?" the woman suggests and the blonde nods.

The dancer gets up from the couch and makes her way to the pole that is directly in front of the couch. The stage is only raised slightly, but Arizona still has a perfect view as the Latina slowly twirls herself around to the low music. The blonde is enthralled as she watches those delicious curves sway to the beat. After a few minutes on the pole, the dancer turns to face the enraptured woman. She reaches behind her and unfastens her dress, causing it to drop to the floor. Now left only in red lace panties and a matching bra, she sways her hips as she saunters over to where Arizona is sitting.

When their knees bump together, the brunette straddles the blonde, leaning forward so that her ample cleavage is right in the other woman's face. Arizona sucks in a breath as the woman gyrates on top of her. Her hips are skimming the front of Arizona's jeans and she can feel herself stir to life, hoping the brunette doesn't notice.

"What's your name?" Arizona asks, trying to distract herself.

"Aphrodite," the woman husks into her ear, not pausing her hips from rolling. Aphrodite's hands move from the edge of the couch by Arizona's head to run along her own body, ending by pulling her hair up off of her neck and above her head.

"The goddess of sexuality," the blonde whispers halfway between a chuckle and a moan.

"Hmm, and passion," she agrees. "Appropriate wouldn't you say?"

Arizona can't agree more. She's struggling to keep her wits about her, she clenches her fists together to resist touching the goddess on top of her. Seeming to sense her turmoil, Aphrodite reaches for both of the blonde's hands and places them on her hips, encouraging her touch. Arizona is surprised, but she doesn't squander the gift as she grips firmly to the gorgeous flesh.

Aphrodite's hands are not idle, she touches the blonde's shoulders gently and runs her hands across her chest. "Can I touch you, Arizona?" she asks softly, chocolate orbs meeting dilated blue.

Arizona's nerves are wracked, she wants this woman more than she imagined possible and she's struggling to keep her desire known. "What's your real name," Arizona pants as she nods her permission.

The brunette laughs softly as she uses Arizona's chest to steady herself, rolling her hips into the woman's need. Aphrodite loves dancing for women, they are so much softer and politer with their touches. But it would be impossible for her to miss the firmness that she meets every time her hips thrust forward. It sends distracting jolts of pleasure into her core.

"Calliope," she groans on a particularly strong reminder of the blonde below her. Fuck, she thinks. She didn't mean to tell her, she's never told a client her real name before, and she never tells people her full name.

"So, you really are a goddess," Arizona laughs. "That's so much sexier than Aphrodite, Calliope."

The brunette loves the way her given name sounds rolling off of the other woman's tongue. But her natural reaction still kicks in, "Callie, people call me Callie."

"Well, I think you're gorgeous, Callie. So fucking pretty," Arizona tells her simply.

The honesty in her voice goes straight to Callie's gut, this woman is getting under her skin in the best ways. She doesn't even realize she's doing it until it's too late. She bends forward and catches Arizona's pink lips with her own. Shit. She shouldn't be kissing a client, but before she can pull back and pretend that she's not affected, she feels Arizona's hands in her hair, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.

The women are locked together in an intimate embrace, Callie is still firmly on top of Arizona. Their hips are rolling more rapidly against one another and Callie reaches behind herself to remove her red lace bra. Breaking the kiss, Arizona pulls back and rakes her eyes over the newly exposed flesh. If she wasn't at full hardness before, she certainly is now. Reality crashes down upon her and she uses her hands on Callie's hips to push her closer to her knees.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," she pants out, trying to get her breathing under control.

"It's okay, Arizona," Callie reassures. "It was my decision, I wanted to."

"Oh god, I definitely wanted to, too," the blonde agrees with a disbelieving laugh. "But I need a minute, I don't want to push you."

"You weren't pushing me," Callie says softly. "But we can take all the time that you need. What can I do for you?"

The simple question causes delicious images to flit through Arizona's mind. There are many things that she wants the woman to do, many things she wants to do to her.

Shaking herself back together, she reaches for her now lukewarm beer. "Can we just talk for a minute?" Arizona asks shyly.

Callie smiles at Arizona again reminding her of the joys of women, "Of course, we can do whatever you want."

The women settle into the couch together and Arizona offers Callie a beer. She takes is gratefully and scoots closer to the blonde, placing her hand on the woman's knee gently.

"So, Arizona," Callie begins softly, "what did you do to earn a private hour all to yourself?"

Callie's beautiful voice is no less distracting than her warm hand on her thigh. Eventually, she finds enough moisture in her mouth to form a reply, "I think my friends must be thanking me for our last few wins."

"Wins?"

"Um, yeah. I'm here with my team. We play soccer at UM."

"Hmm, and did you score all the goals?" Callie purrs softly, rubbing maddening patterns on Arizona's thigh.

"Uh… no," Arizona gulps. "Prevented them, I'm our goalkeeper. We, um… we had three clean sheets in a row."

"Impressive," the brunette hums. "You have a gorgeous body, Arizona. I can feel how strong your legs are. I should have known you were an athlete."

"Thanks," the goalkeeper manages to squeak out. "Do you like soccer?"

"I think I'm starting to, if all soccer players look like you," Callie answers flirtatiously.

Arizona laughs, feeling herself relaxing. "I can't say that they all look like me. But if you want to check them out, the whole team is probably still here. They usually manage to shut the place down when they're celebrating."

"I think I'd rather stay here with you, I wouldn't want to risk it."

"Risk it?" she questions.

Callie nods in agreement, "I find it hard to imagine that there is anyone out there who is sexier than you."

"You're just saying that," the blonde whispers.

"Possible. But I've never kissed someone during a dance before. And I've never gotten so wet by feeling someone's dick while I'm giving them a lap dance," Callie says as if it's nothing. Like her words haven't just melted Arizona's brain.

"Fuck, I didn't mean for that to happen, Callie," Arizona states apologetically.

"Please don't feel embarrassed, Arizona. I wasn't lying when I said that it was a turn-on."

Arizona doesn't know what to say next. Callie continues to run her hand along the woman's thigh, not giving her a moment to calm down. Sensing that she isn't going to keep talking, Callie takes Arizona's hand and places it on her hip once more.

Blue eyes seek out permission from the chocolate eyes across from her. Callie gives a slight nod and Arizona's grip tightens. Excitement courses through the Latina and she quickly moves to straddle the blonde again.

Callie does it consciously this time as she leans forward and attaches her lips to Arizona's neck. Her tongue comes out to bathe the blonde's pulse point, causing Arizona to buck her hips up into her own.

Not knowing what is allowed, Arizona begs for direction, "What do you want, Callie?"

"Oh god, I want you to touch me, Arizona."

"Where?" she pleads. "Where can I touch you?"

"Everywhere. Fuck, please just touch me anywhere."

Arizona surges forward with permission. She cups Callie's ass to pull her hips more firmly against her own, groaning as Callie rolls into her erection. She bends her head down in order to catch Callie's dark nipple into her mouth, moaning as she feels it harden in her mouth.

"Oh yes, please don't stop, Arizona," Callie begs.

Arizona is in heaven, she can't imagine stopping and hopes that Callie never asks her to. The woman's moans are encouraging her boldness and Arizona's hand reaches out to cup the woman over her lace panties.

She doesn't even have to ask if it's okay. Callie whimpers at the contact and rolls her hips into Arizona's hand.

The blonde's fingers pressing lace into Callie's clit is driving the woman nearer to release. It feels unbelievable and she can't remember the last time she was this close this quickly.

"More," she pants. "Please, more."

Arizona captures her lips with her own at the same time she shoves her fingers under the lace, finally feeling Callie without any barrier.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Callie."

"More, more," the Latina continues to whine.

Arizona gives in and with her fingers slick with Callie's juices, plunges two fingers into the begging woman's core.

Callie cries out with pleasure, urging Arizona on with her moans and whimpers.

"You feel so good," Arizona praises. "I love the way you're clenching around my fingers. Oh god, you would feel so good on my cock."

Whether it's the words or the press of Arizona's fingers inside her and on her clit, it doesn't matter as Callie finally cries out as her orgasm washes over her.

Arizona keeps her fingers massaging slowly, making sure that Callie comes down gently. After a few moments, Callie's body stops shaking and she turns into dead-weight on top of the blonde.

They both lay there, with Callie still straddling the blonde, as they catch their breaths. Arizona is painfully hard, but she is enjoying the comforting press of Callie's weight.

Eventually, the dancer stirs and pulls herself into a seated position, still on the blonde's lap. "Hi," she smiles.

Arizona laughs, "Hey there, pretty."

Callie's cheeks flush, which is a surprise considering what they've just done. It causes Arizona to smile brightly.

"I can't believe that just happened," Callie confesses.

"Are you okay?" the blonde asks worried. She believes Callie that this isn't something that frequently engages in, but she's unsure if she's pushed too far, or if the dancer is going to get into trouble.

"I'm amazing," she reassures. "You were so incredible."

"But?" the blonde guesses.

"But," Callie confirms, "I'm nervous."

When the blonde just gives her a questioning look, urging her to continue, she does.

"I'm worried that I'm not going to see you again and that you didn't feel what I did."

Arizona feels as though a weight has been lifted, happy that Callie seems to want more, "Am I allowed to ask to see you again? Outside of this club?"

Brown eyes find blue, trying to see if the blonde is still being honest. When all she finds is a hopeful look, she breathes a sigh of relief. "Yes, you're allowed," she smiles. "I would be really happy if you were to ask."

"Well then, Calliope," the goalkeeper grins, "would you like to go to dinner with me?"

"I would love that. Can we have dinner tomorrow? I don't have to work."

"That sounds awesome. But what time do you get off tonight?"

"We close at two, I usually leave soon after that. Why?"

"Would I be able to see you tonight?" the blonde asks hopefully. "We don't have to do anything, but I'd like to spend more time with you, and I know you have to get back to work soon."

The dancer blushes again, "Yeah, I'd like that."

Ten minutes after the brunette leaves the private room, Arizona makes her way back out to the reserved section with her friends. Instead of sitting next to the stage, she finds an open seat at a table with several of her teammates.

She's just taken a sip of her freshly poured beer when Teddy spots her.

"Robbins," she yells. "Welcome back, did you have fun?"

"Yeah," she answers, trying to keep her face neutral. "It was fun."

Teddy must read into her face, hazards of trying to keep something from your best friend because her eyes go wide.

Whatever Teddy was going to say is lost to the crowd as they once again start cheering for the next dancer on the stage. Arizona smirks to herself as she sits back to enjoy her beer, counting down the minutes until she can talk to the gorgeous goddess again.