Et Voila! Your very own private viewing of absolutely heavenly delights. Who: Jaskier, Elsa and Weiss What: Jaskier takes Elsa to Diamond When: Recently Where: Diamond Ratings/Warnings: M for Mature Status: Complete
“It’s not even my birthday yet,” Elsa complained, though she wasn’t really that upset. Technically she was closer to her last birthday than her next birthday, but the point still stood. Jaskier had taken her out somewhere, in the sneaky way that would probably give her publicist a heart attack but that had quickly become a mutual bonding experience for them.
Eventually, when the contract was over, she wanted to remain friends with him. He was such a good man. Elsa was a bit glad his heart was elsewhere as even if he knew 100% she was a lesbian she didn’t want to break his heart anyway.
She could feel the car stopping moving, “...So are we there yet?”
Jaskier patted Elsa's hand reassuringly on and off through the drive, one which took many twists and turns just in case they were followed. They'd switched Limos at least once along the way, too; Something Elsa's publicist had actually suggested.
The woman was waiting at the back door of the hottest and most luxurious burlesque club in town, which was where they had just pulled into via the means of employee-only side streets and parking lots. Jaskier shared a conspiratorial grin with her as he chuckled and opened the door. "We're here! And it's still a secret so you're just going to have to trust me to guide you for the next little while. But I promise it'll all be worth it. Also you're likely to hear a familiar voice in a few moments, so don't be shocked about that."
Elsa's publicist chuckled, "I can't believe you talked me into this."
"Jaina?!" Despite being warned, Elsa was flabbergasted. Jaina never went along with the fun things and suddenly she wondered just how frequently she'd been kept in the loop about the escapades.
After all, she'd gotten an earfull after the axe throwing incident, "Should I be scared?"
"Well, you're going to be... shocked to say the least, but I doubt you really need to be scared?" Jaskier replied, sounding extremely cheerful. It was honestly extremely hard to contain his excitement for this, and not simply because they were about to look at a lot of extremely attractive women while they took their clothing off.
No, he was the most excited that he'd get to do that while Elsa also watched.
He took her hand and lead her out of the car, careful not to bump her head on the doorway. Jaina got the door for them, and Jaskier realised his secret was already about to be revealed simply due to the music that was echoing through the place, even in the back. Some of the girls had shown up to gawk, too, though Jaskier lifted his finger to his lips to silence them.
They'd already signed NDA's. Jaina had made triple sure of that.
Elsa's heart started to beat rapidly as she was led through a place. Was this some kind of club? The music was heavy and had a beat but she couldn't imagine what kind of club it was or why she would need to be blindfolded for it. If she'd known she was being gawked at she might have been a little mortified.
"Just relax and try to have fun," Jaina said, staring at one of the girls and having her own mini-crisis. "Because I don't know when you'll get to do this again."
Jaskier lead Elsa over to her seat and got her settled in, then took hold of the glasses of champagne that had been poured for them and put one of them in her hand. "Alright... I'm taking the blindfold off now. And look, we've got drinks! And snacks!"
Not that they were going to be focusing too much on the VIP treatment they were getting. Not when the show finally started, anyway. He gently removed the blindfold from her eyes and grinned at her. "Et Voila! Your very own private viewing of absolutely heavenly delights."
"It sounds like a... wait what?" Elsa blinked her eyes as they adjusted to the dim lighting. She realized they were in an enclosed space with a view down to a stage. Elsa was still trying to figure out what exactly was going on as she took in the stage and then the rest of the layout.
"What kind of club is this?"
"Really?" Jaina asked. She marked something on her notepad and passed it to Jaskier. Did you get the private show for later?
"We are at the type of club," Jaskier intoned, while saluting her with his champagne glass, "That you would have some sort of little gay panic thinking about ever stepping inside of. So instead of putting you through all that, we just snuck you inside instead. Jaina handled all the paperwork and I gave a lot of people a lot of money."
He glanced at the secret note Jaina had written for him and winked at her, then gave her a discrete thumbs up.
"What?" Elsa whispered, glancing back at the stage as her eyes widened. She clapped a hand over her mouth but couldn't quite hide the squeak.
And then the curtain opened as the music shifted and she gasped, "Oh sweet jesus."
"He's a pretty cool guy, so I've heard. Probably put shows like this on earth just for us." Jaskier commented, grinning. Elsa's reaction was already the most adorable thing he'd seen this week, and he couldn't wait to see her face when the clothes started coming off.
At first, though, they were treated to an acrobatic ribbon dancing act that featured a light blonde-haired woman with long legs but who was otherwise rather short. She glittered in shades of white and blue, and seemed to have an ice theme going. Jaskier had caught Weiss's act before when he'd been in to start arranging things, but that evening she seemed to do a few extra twirls and bends.
Trying to impress their hidden VIP, most likely. It wasn't exactly a secret who was visiting up in the box that evening, at least not to the staff.
Elsa swallowed, leaning forward in her seat as she watched the show. This woman was gorgeous and her choice to evoke ice seemed like a personal and appropriate attack on Elsa's sensibilities.
I might be a little in love, she decided, a mental refrain that repeated itself throughout the night. There was another blonde who did a raucous and raunchy number that somehow seemed to never quite cross the line into lewd.
Another show featured just a pair of legs on a dark background, moving sensuously to the music as black gloved fingers offered tantalizing peeks; She was certain it was the same woman as the first show, simply because of how she recognized the legs.
There were a couple of fun group numbers, and Elsa enjoyed herself as much for the art these women were clearly displaying as for the sexual nature of it. Maybe even a little more so.
"There's a couple more shows you should see," Jaina told her, when she was about to get up as it seemed to be over.
"...really?"
"Yes. We won't stay all night, they go pretty late with this part, but I think you'll want to see a few of these. And we have a special thing planned for you soon."
Elsa eyed her questioningly but sat back down. She wasn't ready when the mood shifted. Or when one of the women started dancing around a pole and it became super obvious what she was watching.
"Oh."
Jaskier leaned forward a bit, elbows on his knees and chin tucked into his hands. The girls that night had displayed a certain level of artistry, and he had no doubt they'd continue as the clothing started to come off. He wouldn't be a self respecting bisexual disaster if he wasn't as interested in what was coming next as Elsa would be.
But he glanced over at her face from time to time, watching her expressions and grinning more and more widely. It was clear she was enjoying herself, and that's what mattered most to him!
"Yes, we've got a very special thing for you after all this, but also of course the poles. And look, Elsa, it's a perfectly formed bosom. Look at it. Beautiful pale globes of wonderment. Jesus definitely had a hand in tonight's revelries and I'd like to thank him personally."
"I really like her," Elsa admitted. She was athletic and toned and had strong legs and apparently she was really into that.
But so was the bouncer watching from one corner which was kind of cute actually and gave Elsa some musical ideas.
Right. The show. There was this short girl with dark hair and powerfully built who danced like she was going to war, and then a slender, long-legged woman who moved like a ballerina. That one hypnotized Elsa almost as much as the very first girl had.
She appreciated the artistry.
And the legs.
And the pale globes of wonderment (and the brown and black ones she'd seen, too, there are so many breasts Jaskier why are they so amazing Jaskier?).
The many colored globes of wonderment, indeed. Though as the night continued, Jaskier found himself more enjoying watching Elsa's 'face journey' than the actual show itself. And he couldn't wait to find out how happy she'd be with him and Jaina's special surprise.
As the show ended, he sprung to his feet. Jaskier gave Elsa a silent, saucy wink before disappearing out of their VIP booth. Dark shades started to close up the windows that overlooked the stage, and just as Jaskier made himself scarce, one of the dancers that had been performing on the stage stepped into the room.
Weiss was wearing one of her most sparkly little outfits, one that covered the necessary parts while leaving plenty of skin open to the imagination.
She smiled at Elsa. "I hope you know I rarely do these for people. You're a special exception."
“Wait, what?” But then Jaskier was gone and Elsa was left feeling a strange mixture of anticipation and anxiety. For all of three seconds she wasn’t entirely sure what was coming next and while she had a vivid imagination she didn’t want to assume and oh dear god this woman was sparkly.
“Oh,” Elsa breathed, as sure as she ever was that she was spectacularly gay. “You’re beautiful.”
"Thank you," Weiss replied, while trying to keep the insecure blush that usually came with those kinds of comments in check. Her mask was almost always on around people, but especially while she was performing, Weiss liked to take on the air of a confident, sexy woman. It actually helped that these days she knew a little bit more about what sex was for.
Loosening up for Yang had also helped her more intimate dance moves in ways she could appreciate but was never really sure how to describe. She carefully, deliberately, untied a shimmering blue scarf she'd had around her waist and tossed it around Elsa as she took a seat on her lap, tugging her tantalizingly closer. The dance began as music started to play through the speakers, and Weiss undulated her hips over Elsa's thighs.
Every so often she'd lean back and twist or swing her body to show her breasts off. She took her hair down and played with that as she continued her dance, and in a few cases tugged Elsa so close that they nearly kissed. It was a show meant to tease and thrill and make the client feel thirsty as all hell. Weiss pulled out all the stops.
There were several points where Elsa's heart lept into her throat, or she forgot to breathe, or she had a very vivid mental picture of some very inappropriate things. There were also several points where she dug her fingers into her thighs and had to bite back a whimper when she thought she could actually taste Weiss's lips.
And the weight of her, the pressure and warmth and closeness and Elsa was losing her mind.
It wasn't just the sheer sexiness that sent her, though. This woman was elegant and beautiful and grace come to life and she suddenly understood how people thought they could fall in love with someone they just met.
Her eyes remained on Weiss even afterwards when Weiss was leaving but she managed to find enough of her voice to say, "That was amazing, thank you." She tried to sound polite but mostly she sounded breathless and throaty and would Weiss please come back here and ravish her to death?
Dear god she had to write a song about this.
The breathy throaty sound of Elsa's voice told Weiss that she'd done her job extremely well, and she winked at Elsa and thanked her for the compliment before vanishing out the door completely. It was time to go repeat that performance for Yang somewhere back stage and see if she could get Yang to forget how to speak.
After a few minutes, Jaskier knocked on the door and then poked his head into the room. "So, we enjoyed ourselves, yes?"
In the several minutes of being alone, Elsa had managed to compose herself. Somehow during all of that her hair had come out of it's braid and she'd had to put it back, though parts were still a little askew.
The little room was several degrees colder than the AC supported but she was still very incredibly warm. "I once had this ... idle fancy of meeting some woman in a situation much like this and falling in love with her. But I'm pretty sure that bouncer is already hers and that's kind of creepy of a thought anyway? Besides, if I met someone I now have some idea of a show I could give her."
Exhaling, Elsa added, "But that was amazing, thank you."
"You deserve every moment like this that we can secure for you," Jaskier replied, with a soft and genuine smile. "And I suppose it doesn't hurt at all to get some experience for when it's real and shared between you and someone who's free, right?"
He held his hand out to her, noting that the dancer had left her scarf behind, and pointed to it. "I think she left you a favor for good luck, though. A little gift to remember her by. I dare say she's quite a bit busy just now to go returning it to her, why not hold onto it for now?"
Elsa swallowed, trying not to imagine sharing a moment like that with someone; it would just make her feel more alone and more isolated. She was lucky she had Jaskier, and Caroline (and the people on the social network to an extent), because she didn't like the thought of withdrawing entirely.
Startled, she picked up the scarf, running her fingers over the soft fabric. Weiss's leg had brushed against her hand a few times and this reminded her of it.
In a voice a lot steadier than she felt, she said, "I suppose it gives me an excuse to come back some time and return it."
“That it does, that it does.” Jaskier replied, nodding his head. “For now though, it’s time we saw ourselves out. We’ve spaced it out well past the audience leaving, but they’ll want to clean everything up and shut down. Lets go get a hot cocoa and you can tell me all about why the room is only 25 degrees.”
Getting to her feet, Elsa shot him a look, “You did get a good look at that woman, didn’t you?”