Perfect Strangers

Pairings: Hailey Bieber/Reader

Summary: One night at the club ends in pleasure for two people who've never met before. 3rd POV.

Content: semi-public sex, car sex, thigh riding, dry humping, fingering.

Y/n wondered if Los Angeles truly had all the pleasuries of the world like she was led to believe it did. If it was a truly hedonistic place. Her ideas had been painted by movies and other media which lead her to view LA as this place of nothing but fun that lasts forever.

Her parents saw her off on her flight to a place she's never been to before but has heard so much about. She's no longer a teenaged plucky, young college kid. She's in her mid-20s and she's starting the new life venture of graduate studies. LA was not the place her parents expected her to go but, Y/n had a bit of rose-colored glasses while making her decision on where she would end up going. She figured that if school didn't work out, then she could find something to do in LA. Maybe she could meet someone with all the access in the world or dabble into a new profession. On this forum she would frequent as a teenager there was a story from one of the posters who had fawned about LA after moving there. The poster claimed to have been scouted for a modeling job and was in the process of auditioning for movies. It may or may not be the truth, but it had stuck with Y/n for years.

When she was a little girl she wanted to be an actress. However, she didn't fare well in things like her high school's drama club so she scratched off being an actress. But things could change and she hopes to God that they do. She was leaving her mundane life behind; the small college town she went to and her unsuspecting parents. In the back of her mind she was aware that things could not be so great, but she ignored that little voice that spoke to her. Optimism yields better results, she always believed.

Days after the journey of leaving LAX to get to her new apartment, the immediate glitz and glamor she expected to see was not there. Here idealistic thoughts were fading a little bit. She just had her small, empty apartment that she could only fill with a cheap bed, a desk, a table for eating, and some chairs. The walls were a boring white; they were walls that she would have to decorate herself. She is going to be here for 2 years minimum. This isn't a movie where things just magically fall into place. If she wants the dream life she envisioned for herself she's going to have to decorate it just like her white walls.

Y/n didn't realize how hard it was to adjust though. She felt out-of-touch with everything and everyone despite her peers being her age. They weren't hooked on pop culture, nor were they prioritizing fun. She shouldn't be either, this degree is going to cost her thousands, however she just didn't feel like becoming so career oriented so quickly. She found herself going to the touristy spots instead of the library or one of the research labs after class. But, she quickly learned it was much harder to get around. There was a lot of traffic and the Uber rides were so expensive. She didn't have the luxury to spend her time galivanting around and trying to run into a celebrity when she had to have money to buy groceries for herself.

She naively thought it would be easier than this. She felt stupid for thinking that it would be, but she blames on the movies she watched as a kid. There isn't a celebrity at every corner for her to encounter. And she isn't going to get access to the hottest clubs or restaurants just by happenstance. She hates to be shallow and only become friends with someone just for the mere chance of getting into a club. It might not even lead to the experiences she's looking for, but she found herself dressing up a little more for class. She lingered around study areas and after class until she found someone she could approach. Alarm bells went off in her head when she saw a brunette leaving her class. She never noticed her before today. Y/n didn't care how random it felt to go up to her, she just did it. She worried about coming off as thirsty but the girl was very receptive to what Y/n had to say. Y/n asked her if she wanted to get food from the café on campus and she agreed to it.

Her moment grew increasingly nerve wracking. She wondered if this new friend of hers, Toni, could smell the desperation on her. Toni mostly talked about herself though and Y/n just eagerly nodded along. She just wanted to know if this girl had some sort of golden pass that she was looking for. It only took one turn of the conversation for both Y/n and Toni to realize that they both have the same interest. The relief that washed over Y/n the second she was aware her and Toni were alike. Their friendship began in that moment — over the shallow chase of wanting to just feel an ounce of importance, if only for one night. Toni is an LA native so she knew the ins and out of this city better than Y/n did. From the day on, Toni was the person Y/n stuck by the most.

The first month of school was the perfect time to have fun before she had to be a good girl and focus on her school work. It'll be all work and no play, at least not until the Summer time. Y/n kept pushing Toni to take her to a fun spot. Toni chalked it up to the city being way more exciting than whatever small town Y/n came from. She watched Y/n talk naively about her love for LA with amusement in her eyes. It was funny to see someone who fell for the California dream when in reality it's not always non-stop fun. Toni, through small connections, has rubbed elbows with many people in this city and many of them were just dying to be influencers. Y/n doesn't seem like that type, but she did show interest in indulging in that lifestyle even if just a little bit.

Toni has a connection through her cousin, a club promoter of five years now. She had been to those coveted parties quite a few times, sometimes even bumping into an encounter with a celebrity or two. Showing Y/n a good time wouldn't be so bad, especially since it's been a while since she's gone out.

Y/n had packed a dress specifically for an event like this. She bought it just before leaving and thought it would be perfect. Toni, however, thought otherwise.

"You can't wear that."

"What? What's wrong with this?" Y/n asked with a slight pout. She holds the dress up to her body and Toni cringes at it. It's covered in too many sequins and it looks like something a teenager would wear to prom. "I think it's cute," Y/n continued.

Toni shook her head no and instead let Y/n borrow one of her dresses for the night. It was a certified favorite and Toni has received plenty of phone numbers. Y/n looked great in it too when she put it on. It was short, hardly covering her legs. She felt very sexy which is a rare feeling for her but it's instantly addictive. The heels Toni gave to her were so high that she struggled to walk in them, but it completed her look. Once they got to the venue she realized just how tall they made her. She was towering over some of the people standing in line, pulling eyes directly to her. Y/n has never felt so important in her life.

"I'm Al's cousin," Toni said to the bouncer once they got to the front. There was a line of people waiting to get in but they just skipped right to the front. "Here," she holds her phone up to his face, "he's expecting to see me inside tonight."

Y/n doesn't know what Toni showed him but she was in awe as her friend worked her magic; she only saw this kind of stuff happen in TV shows. The bouncer let them in without questioning the validity of whatever her friend showed him on the phone.

The two linked arms and made sure to stay close as they walked into the long entryway of the club. It was loud, dark, and densely packed. The careless atmosphere was contagious and within five minutes, Y/n and Toni were on the dance floor after doing two shots of tequila. Her friend's cousin had a section for them, but all the fun was happening in the middle of the club. Y/n took in the many faces and danced with strangers she'll never see again.

She was having so much fun, and somehow in the throes of all of that fun she lost Toni to the crowd. She had realized her friend had disappeared on her until the heat was beginning to get to her and she stood still. The heat mixed with the heady alcohol made her slightly confused.

She needed to find Toni, but it was impossible to try to fish her phone out of her bra in this crowd of people. She remembers that they have a section for the night and she tries to find her way to it. She worms through people in the crowd and walks into the direction of their section. However, she misremembers just exactly where Toni told her to go and she ends up in a section that isn't hers at all. She walks through the thin veil that was blocking off the section from the rest of the club goers. She was hoping to see Toni inside, but it was empty aside for a few drinks on the tables.

Y/n didn't question the items that didn't belong to her or her friend resting on the couch. She was just so hot and overwhelmed that she had to take a seat on the couch with the stuff around her. It was ten times cooler in this little area and it felt like an oasis. The cool air and stillness was helping to sober her up a little bit now that she's able to process everything.

"What are you doing here!?"

Y/n jumped at the voice that snaps her out of her temporary, peaceful daze. Y/n now completely sobers up at the voice yelling at her over the music. She feels slightly embarrassed about being yelled at like a child, like she didn't belong here at all.

"This is a private section. You not supposed to be here!" The blonde lobbied at her. She looked slightly familiar, but Y/n was too scared for her brain to scramble together to recognize who she might be. She's wearing designer, very expensive designer wear, so she must be someone important.

"Oh! Sorry! I thought this was my section!"

That's an excuse that Hailey has heard so many times before. It was the common lie of those trying to worm their way into partying with a celebrity just so they can snap secret pictures and brag about it to their friends. Obsessed fans and even people who dislike her would try to get close to her in some way. It happens so much that she doesn't expect anything else from the stranger in her section.

"I'm sorry!" Y/n says with genuine remorse. "My friend is Al's cousin and I came here with but I don't know where she is, I guess our section is on the other side of the club. I'm so, so sorry! This is my first time in a club in LA and I was just trying to have fun. I didn't mean to upset you! Sorry!" Y/n was just rambling on and on, over-explaining herself in hopes that her story would be recognized as the truth.

Hailey doesn't know why she's not feeling her usual contempt for a section crasher. She finds herself feeling somewhat sympathetic towards this girl who she doesn't even know is telling the truth or not. She began to walk clumsily towards the exit of the section, but Hailey stopped her.

"Wait."

Y/n stops dead in her tracks. Hailey stares her right in the face and there is real fear in her eyes. However missing in her eyes is that poignant look of being caught in a lie. It's hard to explain but once you reach a particular level of fame, it becomes second nature to spot that look. She begins to feel like this girl wasn't trying to get into her private section on purpose. It does look like the other sections, although since this once is an upgraded one there should be security outside of the entrance. Hailey was annoyed to see that the security staff was gone. So it is very well possible that this is all a misunderstanding for both her and the girl. There is no spark in her eyes as she looks at Hailey. Hailey began to realize that this girl truly has no idea who she is. Unless she's a better actress than Meryl Streep, then she's not pretending.

The irony was that Y/n was searching for the chance to brush with celebrity life while Hailey was trying to escape from it for one night. Of course it isn't smart to try to escape from it in a club, but the VIP section was supposed to be her little sanctuary. She can close her eyes for a moment and just pretend she's a normal girl in the club, just like the person in front of her is.

"What's your name?"

Y/n was shocked by the question. This girl, someone who holds an air of importance around her, was just yelling at her and is now asking what her name is. She wondered if she wanted to get her in trouble, but her face had relaxed and so did her tone of voice.

"It's Y/n...my name is Y/n."

Y/n gets her first, real good look of her and she looks like she could be one of those famous influencers. She had blonde hair that looked like it had been recently touched-up and she spoke with consistent vocal fry — the quintessential LA girl. It was wrong to make passing judgments about her, but Y/n couldn't help but see her as someone she could only see on the comfort of her phone.

"You said your friend's cousin is Al?" If you party in LA, then you know Al. He even jokes that his name is the city's initials spelled backwards — his was born for this life.

"Yeah, her name is Toni -- short for Antoinette. I came here with her, but like I said I kind of lost her — I didn't mean to intrude in your section. I can leave if you want me to."

"You don't have to do that." Hailey liked being in the presence of someone who has no clue who she is. Y/n might be the only person in this sea of people who doesn't know her. "You can stay, if you'd like to. I'm sure your friend won't miss you too much."

Y/n laughed nervously at Hailey's joke. She was suddenly being so kind to her but it isn't enough to take Y/n off of the edge. She was surprised by the kindness being extended to her by a stranger, but something nagged at her to not let this opportunity go. The section she crashed into was large and the couches were so comfy. Y/n came here to get a break from the heat of the center of the club, and that's the only thing that's making her stay.

"Okay," she says awkwardly while sitting down again.

Hailey walks up to the couch and sits beside her.

"This is your first time here?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it's my first time in a club in LA period. I just moved here."

Y/n seemed pretty shy, but Hailey wondered if that's just because the current surroundings are new to her.

"You said you came here with a friend. Where is she?"

"I don't know. That's why I came here, I thought this was our section but I was wrong. She's around here somewhere but I lost her when we were dancing."

Y/n was talking but Hailey was not paying attention. She stared at her lips as they moved and thought about how they would feel against her skin. Hailey was looking to hook-up with someone tonight, she just wasn't sure who that person was going to be until now. Y/n doesn't seem like the type that needs to be heavily persuaded. She's so nervous and that makes it easier to get her to say yes.

"You're really pretty," Hailey says boldly — coming on very strong to Y/n.

"T-Thank you, but you're the pretty one," Y/n was bashful from Hailey's compliment. She looks like a model yet she's dishing out kind words. It makes Y/n's heart flutter a bit. She thought getting caught in the wrong section was going to be disastrous for her, but she was really enjoying her new friend's company. She didn't even catch her name yet.

Hailey was growing restless. The agitation made her want to leave the club, even if just for a moment. She wanted to get out here, but she didn't want to escape online.

"Do you want to go out for a break?"

Y/n didn't know what to say. Everything was happening so fast, and Hailey is still a stranger to her. She came tonight to have some fun, a night where she could be someone she's not. That opportunity sits right in front of her yet she feels a little bit shy about accepting Hailey's offer; she also doesn't want to come off as too eager.

"We don't have to go far," Hailey explains. She can see the apprehension written all over Y/n's face, "we can just step outside to get some fresh air. I wouldn't want you to leave your friend hanging or anything like that."

The reassurance makes Y/n nod her head. It's hot and hazy inside to the point that neither of them could stand it.

"Great. Let's go."

Hailey grabs Y/n's hand and guides her out of the section. There was a way out of this club without being seen by the rest of the crowd. She knew all these little paths that are hidden from the general party-goers. Her knowledge of these things pointed to her being someone important.

Y/n felt the urge to sneakily google her new friend. She still has no clue what her name is though. "I never caught your name," she boldly asked on their walk outside. They were holding hands as if they were familiar with each other so there was no reason for Y/n to be so shy anymore. Hailey replied with her name. The blonde contemplated going by her middle name or simply giving Y/n a fake name. She ultimately decided against it because she felt like she could trust Y/n. Y/n nodded when she finally had a name to keep in her head and to say on her tongue. She wondered if 'Hailey blonde' would yield any results if she searched her. But, it would be so rude to google someone when you're in their presence. If Y/n is about to "get some fresh air" with a celebrity like she suspects , then it's just something she'll have to confirm once everything is all said and done.

They walk into a back alley that leads to a parking garage where all the cars that were valeted were taken. It was expensive to have your car parked in the garage at this particular club, which furthered Y/n's belief that the person holding her hand is someone with status. They pass through rows of cars, very expensive cars at that; ones that cost more than a years worth of graduate studies for her.

Lights flash in the middle of the parking garage, signaling that Hailey located her car. It was a black Range Rover.

"Do you smoke? I have cigarettes in my car, but I don't smoke, I just keep them for friends"

"No, thank you. I don't smoke."

Hailey opened the back door to her car and slid inside. She looked over at Y/n with a look on her face like she just expected Y/n to follow right after her. The backseat of her car is not exactly getting some fresh air.

"Well, are you going to come in?"

Y/n slides inside, her bare skin rubbing against the leather seat. It has that new car smell, but it was kind of messy. There was a makeup bag, and a container of napkins and hand wipes were poking out of the pouch of the driver's side.

"I keep everything in here. I'm always prepared for emergencies. I even have snacks if you want something to eat."

"No, thank you."

"Is that all you say? 'No'? When will you ever say yes?"

Hailey was just joking, but she had Y/n a bit on edge. Hailey was watching her reaction closely and reveling in the power she has. Y/n may not know exactly who she is, but it's hard to doubt that she has some sort of claim to fame. She was trying her best to be very polite and not get on Hailey's bad side. It was kind of cute, but she can't be so oblivious. Hailey didn't bring her out here just for a chat.

"I can say yes...I just don't want to be intrusive or make it seem like I'm using you."

"I invited you out here and offered you these things. You're not using me," Hailey leans in to close the gap between her and Y/n, "and I didn't just invite you out here to chat and for you to be nervous the whole time." Hailey's hand brushes against Y/n's thigh as she looks her up and down. It was so simple, but Y/n didn't want to go without her touch. She liked how Hailey was making her feel, something so unfamiliar that she couldn't quite name it.

"I'm glad you invited me out of here," Y/n admitted, inching closer. There was no reason to be nervous, the ice had been completely broken.

Hailey was leaning into her too and eventually their lips met. Both of them were able to taste the alcohol on each other's mouths. Y/n thought she was sober but kissing Hailey made her feel drunk all over again. She moved her lips without a second thought and Hailey did the same. Soft moans vibrated against their lips and Hailey's hand came up to Y/n's cheek and she held it against her skin. It was warm as her thumb slowly stroked it. The kiss felt slightly romantic for a club hook-up, but Hailey didn't want to be fast and sloppy with Y/n. She wants to savor each moment.

"I can't keep my hands off of you," Hailey says between peppering kisses against Y/n's lips.

"Then don't."

Once she's given the green light, Hailey finds herself filled with even more lust for Y/n. Her wandering hands land on Y/n's tits and she squeezes them through her dress. Y/n moans into her mouth and kisses her harder. It feels so good to have her body stroked like this, especially since it's been a long time since. That made Y/n so eager for the blonde while Hailey wanted to take things slowly. Hailey couldn't ignore the way Y/n was trying to press her body harder against hers or how her legs were widening, inviting Hailey to touch her.

Hailey was quick to act and had her hand up Y/n's dress and her fingers pressed against her clothed cunt. Y/n kept gasping into her mouth which prompted Hailey to plant her face in her neck and suck at her sensitive skin. Y/n was moving her hips, trying to get even more pleasure from Hailey's hands pressed against her. What she really needed was to get her panties off so she could feel it all. Y/n was reluctant to push Hailey away from her, but she had to.

Both of them were panting but they were only getting started. Hailey was confused on why Y/n pushed her away at first. She was afraid that Y/n was growing uncomfortable or something, but once she saw her pushing her panties down her legs she quickly understood what was happening. Hailey was wearing a short dress too and she needed to get out of her panties just like Y/n. Her pussy was so wet, her slick clinging embarrassingly to her panties. Making out with Y/n turned her on so much that it was almost ridiculous. She mimics Y/n and discards her panties to a random spot on the floor of the car.

Y/n grabs the back of her head to kiss her again with so much want in her movements. She then comes to straddle Hailey, settling her body against hers. Hailey gasps when she feels Y/n's bare cunt against her thigh. She's so wet. She drags her pussy against Hailey's thigh which creates a trail of her slick on Hailey's skin. Y/n begins to move her hips back and forth, enjoying the friction and pressure against her clit.

"Fuck," she whines as she wraps her arms around Hailey. The girl who was once so shy is now taking control by sitting on top of her and grinding against her thigh. But that didn't make Y/n feel any less pathetic. She was clinging to Hailey and tears were beginning to well in her eyes as she chased her pleasure. "It feels so good," she continues with a broken whimper.

Hailey was letting Y/n have her fun just riding her thigh, however she needed pleasure too. She grabs Y/n's hand and places it against her pussy. "Rub me," she demands and Y/n follows through on her order. Her fingers press against Hailey's clit just like Hailey did to her earlier. Y/n rubs sloppy circles into her clit and it feels so damn good. Both of them are moaning in pleasure.

Hailey places a hand on Y/n's hip to help her roll against her thigh better. There is no denying that she is enjoying this, Y/n can feel Hailey's pussy growing even wetter as she teases her folds by sliding her fingers through them. Y/n threatens to slide her fingers into her cunt but she keeps them outside. She's growing to love playing in Hailey's wetness and hearing the moans that come from her mouth.

"Does it feel good baby?"

"Yes! It feels so fucking good!" Hailey cries out. She gropes her own tits through her dress as she throws her head back in pleasure. "Don't fucking stop Y/n...I want to cum all over your fingers."

"You want me to put them inside of you? Want me to finger fuck that pretty pussy?"

Hailey nods her head, unable to speak due to the filth spilling from Y/n's mouth. Her nipples are so hard and rub against the fabric of her dress which stimulates her even more. If Y/n hadn't come with a friend then she would bring her home and the two would go at it all night. But, even though that isn't their current reality, the one that she's in still feels so good.

Y/n was feeling a sense of arrogance as she looked down at Hailey. The blonde had her mouth open and her eyes shut tight. Y/n takes herself back to the moment Hailey yelled at her in the club and how scared she was. Now she's whimpering and whining beneath her like she's all bark and no bite. It's so hot to see her like this. So hot that Y/n has to attach her mouth to her jaw and suck on it. She elicits louder moans from Hailey.

"Fuck Y/n it feels so good! Please stop teasing and fuck me already," she begs for the fingers lingerings at her slit to finally fill her up. Y/n can't deny her any further and pushes two fingers past her folds and inside of her.

Hailey's warm walls hug Y/n's finger so sweetly and Y/n loves the feeling. She pumps them in and out her faster and faster, feeling her pussy spasming around her.

"You're so hot Y/n," Hailey says through the haze of euphoria,"you're so hot grinding your wet pussy against my thigh like you're so needy for me," her words come out in a whine.

Now it was Y/n's turn to whimper and feel a bit submissive. Her clit was growing much more sensitive, indicating that she's close to cumming. She humps Hailey's thigh like she's a pathetic little thing — both of them are so submissive for each other.

Hailey is addicted to the touch of a stranger. Y/n's thumb brushes against her sensitive inner thigh and it makes her tremble. "Fuck," she cries out, "I'm gonna cum!"

'Finally' Y/n thinks to herself as she begins to hump Hailey's leg faster. She feels a hand wiggling between hers so Hailey can rub her clit while Y/n fucks her wet pussy. The sound of her wetness mixes with their panting and moans that slip from their mouth every few seconds. Y/n feels like she's high and never wants to come down; it shows in the way she moves her hips. Hailey can practically feel the desperation she holds in her movements.

"I want you to cum."

"Cum for me"

Hailey and Y/n say at the same time. Both of them are so incredibly close and don't care if someone sees them; the windows are fogged up anyway.

Y/n watches the pure bliss that wash over Hailey's face. The cry that slips past her pretty lips paired with how tight her pussy is squeezing Y/n's finger must mean that she's cumming. Something about the way those warm walls wrap against her fingers sends Y/n over the edge too. Hailey's hand flies to her hip and holds it tightly as she forces Y/n to grind faster and harder until she is cumming. Y/n leaned forward and without realizing it her boobs were right in Hailey's face. Hailey nipped at her skin and ran long stripes against it to prolong Y/n's high. Y/n still had her fingers inside of her pussy so it was only fair that Hailey still worked to make Y/n feel good.

A few minutes later both women are completely spent, exhausted, but wholly satisfied. Hailey has a bit of a smile on her face. It feels like hours have passed but it's probably been 30 minutes. Hailey would love to go again, to go a little further, but her friends are probably looking for her and the same goes for Y/n.

Y/n reluctantly pulls herself off of Hailey. Her face heats up when she sees the trail of slick on Hailey's exposed thigh. The blonde grabs a wet wipe to clean herself up before discarding it on the floor of her car.

"That was amazing," she says, letting her smile grow larger.

"Yeah," Y/n says with a nervous giggle. She can't believe this happened. She enjoyed it a lot but she'd be lying if she said this wasn't out of character for her. She isn't sure if she would do something like this again with another person. She would, however, do this with Hailey again 100%.

"This is our little secret, okay?"

"Okay," Y/n says while nodding along. One little promise and all her plans to brag about this went out the window -- she isn't even so sure she'll tell her friend where she was.

She wants to keep this memory for herself. Something to play in her head over and over again when she's bored or lonely at night. Maybe she'll run into Hailey again, or she might figure out exactly who she is. There is also the  possibility that she won't. Whatever happens, at least Y/n can walk back to the club with the blonde, both completely satisfied and going their separate ways for the night.