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So I know I don’t have a lot of followers on here but I wanna start writing stuff for people that aren’t kpop idols on here I do write on wattpad but it’s kpop stuff on there. that being said I wanna write stuff for mostly Bada Lee and Bella Poarch on here maybe some other stuff like anime stuff but idk yet I might even write stuff for kpop idols on here too or at least snippets of my works on wattpad. anyway what do you all think? should I do it? or not?

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!