Chapter One:
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Renji:
The last thing you expect to see in a bar like Pandora’s is an innocent.
I’ve worked here for seven years now. I’ve seen six lesbian dancers come and go, partied with five different gay dancers, and some nights, I take a customer home. In eight years of working on top of the bar, I’ve seen every race, creed, and color you can imagine. I’ve seen folks from all different walks of life. But never, ever an innocent.
So I still remember the first night he showed up. He was quiet, clean-cut, and aside from the blond he arrived with, he kept to himself. He had aqua eyes and turquoise hair, but it didn’t look out of place on him.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Pandora’s first innocent had arrived. I’d been up to dance next, right after Ichi, who was just finishing when he arrived. He’d watched be dance with the wide-eyes of innocence, awed and startled and somewhat aroused.
Ichi smacked my ass, yanking me back from my musings. “Hey, Ren, your innocent is here. And you’re up."
I scowled at the orange-haired dancer. “Ichi, you know I hate it when you smack my ass."
He kissed my lips gently, familiarly. “But I do so love it when you smack mine.”
Ichi and I had spent a number of lonely nights together. Love was not on the menu or on our minds. Sex was sex. And Ichigo was a great lover.
I gave him a hard swat, satisfied by the sound and his soft gasp. “I’ve gotta get out there.”
Suitably recovered, he nodded and smiled. “Strut your stuff, Red.”
The last thing you expect to see in a bar like Pandora’s is an innocent.
I’ve worked here for seven years now. I’ve seen six lesbian dancers come and go, partied with five different gay dancers, and some nights, I take a customer home. In eight years of working on top of the bar, I’ve seen every race, creed, and color you can imagine. I’ve seen folks from all different walks of life. But never, ever an innocent.
So I still remember the first night he showed up. He was quiet, clean-cut, and aside from the blond he arrived with, he kept to himself. He had aqua eyes and turquoise hair, but it didn’t look out of place on him.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Pandora’s first innocent had arrived. I’d been up to dance next, right after Ichi, who was just finishing when he arrived. He’d watched be dance with the wide-eyes of innocence, awed and startled and somewhat aroused.
Ichi smacked my ass, yanking me back from my musings. “Hey, Ren, your innocent is here. And you’re up."
I scowled at the orange-haired dancer. “Ichi, you know I hate it when you smack my ass."
He kissed my lips gently, familiarly. “But I do so love it when you smack mine.”
Ichi and I had spent a number of lonely nights together. Love was not on the menu or on our minds. Sex was sex. And Ichigo was a great lover.
I gave him a hard swat, satisfied by the sound and his soft gasp. “I’ve gotta get out there.”
Suitably recovered, he nodded and smiled. “Strut your stuff, Red.”