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Grimmjow: He was up next.
I knew the dancer rotation by heart now. The Sex God with the crimson mane was
up next and I was sweating bullets. It was a strange reaction to have, I guess,
considering I had no contact with him at all and he had all of the control. But
it probably was a result of how much I’d come to adore this dancer. The first
chords of his song pounded through the speakers as he strutted out. From his
broad, defined shoulders to the tips of his toes, he was clad in skin-tight
black leather, like an ad for an S&M store. Every sensual sway of his hips
spoke of sexual experience, sensuality, and sexual prowess that were unknown to
me. The long, crimson hair that fell down his back shimmered like a yard of
crimson silk. “Show me how to lie, you’re getting better all the time. And
turning all against the one is an art that’s hard to teach…” The red head moved toward the pole, wrapping himself around
it, moving about it as if it were his partner. His head fell back, crimson silk
running wild as he bared the alabaster of his neck. I gulped. “…Another
clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd, and as you step back into line, a mob
jumps to their feet…” I’d fallen hard for this man and the image he projected;
dominance, control, sex, beauty. But telling a dancer like him such a thing was
madness. He had to hear confessions like that all of the time. How would I be
any different from those before me?
Renji: Ichi was right. The innocent was here. He stared at me like
he had every other time, a mix of awe and arousal and something else in his
blue eyes. “…Now
dance, fucker, dance. Man, he never had a chance, and no one even knew it was
really only you…” I changed my routine often enough because of return
customers. Now was as good of time as any to tease him. I moved off the pole
with my body, my legs wrapped tightly around the pole, holding my body in a
deep arch with one hand on the floor. My eyes sought his as I slowly moved my
other hand up to undo my first button. “…And
now you steal away, Take him out today. Nice work you did; you’re gonna go far,
kid...” I watched him gulp as a blush rose to tinge his cheeks. I
moved back toward the pole, my hips grazing it as the angle changed. Grinning
internally, I ground my hips against it. In response, I arched back, feeling my
hair fall back gently as a low moan tumbled past my lips from the fiction. I met his ice-blue gaze as I did, knowing he would blush,
almost wanting to see his face color as he realized what happened.
His moan wasn’t
audible above the din of the club, but I knew it with every fiber of my being.
His eyes had gone wide, then softened as his eyelids fell to half-mast. His
gaze crossed mine and I couldn’t move. I was captivated by his dark, sensual
gaze. Blushing uncontrollably, I whispered a silent prayer: Please don’t let him see through me. He
gave a small, self-satisfied smirk which I knew was directed at me. Blushing virgin fool! I chastised
myself. The music sang
on in the background: “…With a
thousand lies and a good disguise. Hit ‘em right between the eyes, hit ‘em
right between the eyes. When you walk away, nothing more to say, see the
lightning in your eyes, see ‘em running for their lives…” He’d clearly
realized my presence, probably had for quite some time. I’d seen how often he
switched up his routine for the customers that came back often. But he’d never
been so playfully provocative and showy and sexy. The look in his red-brown
eyes dared me to reach out to him, to go after what I wanted. “…Slowly out of line and drifting closer in your sights. So
play it out: I’m wide awake; it’s a scene about me…” I’d seen this
type of behavior often enough before. In the office where I worked, more often
than not. I saw it everyday when
Momo-chan flirted with Aizen-san and he gave her that come-hither stare. Then,
again, when Rangiku-chan flirted with Hitsugaya-san, baring enough of her
breasts for him to drown in them. A teetering balance: on one side, flirtation
and daring and on the other, innocence and cunning. He’s teasing me, I realized, shocked. “…There’s something in your way and now someone is gonna pay.
And if you can’t get what you want, well, it’s all because of me. Now dance,
fucker, dance. Man he never had a chance, and no one even knew it was really
only you…” Although I was
–to many eyes– very attractive, the amount of sexual experience and daring I
had wouldn’t fill half a thimble. I didn’t know how to flirt or tease. That was
part of why this dancer appealed to me so much. The tribal tattoos that ran at
least from his face to his toned abs and his black leather outfit contrasted
with the crimson silk mane and alabaster flesh. His confidence and striking
good looks alone put him eons out of my league. He gave off a sizzling aura of
confidence and sex. “…And now you’ll lead the way, show the light of day. Nice
work you did: you’re gonna go far, kid. Trust, deceived!…” He was sex on a
stick, way out of my league, and daring me to ignore all of that and go after
him as my first bed partner.
His ocean eyes
gleamed in recognition of my teasing. Well,
well. Not as innocent as I thought. He watched me move through hooded eyes
even as the leather shirt slid from my arms. I flung it into the crowd, toward
my innocent, who caught it easily, wide-eyed. He’d seen me do this before: I
did it every time. I flung my shirt into the crowd, and later, I would retrieve
it and spend a bit of time with the one who’d caught it. But I’d never flung it
to him before. “…With a thousand lies and a good disguise. Hit ‘em right
between the eyes, hit ‘em right between the eyes. When you walk away, nothing
more to say, see the lightning in your eyes, see ‘em running for their lives.
Now dance, fucker, dance. Man he never had a chance, and no one even knew it
was really only you. So dance, fucker, dance, I never had a chance. It was
really only you…” Next to go, of
course, would be my pants. I strode about on the stage, slowly working the
already-undone leather pants down my hips. This was more out of necessity that
show. The leather pants were tight, like a second skin, so the only way to get
them off was to peel them off. “…With a thousand lies and a good disguise. Hit ‘em right
between the eyes, hit ‘em right between the eyes. When you walk away, nothing
more to say, see the lightning in your eyes, see ‘em running for their lives.…” The look in the
blue eyes I sought through the crowd told me he’d rather be the one peeling them off. The heat in his eyes
surprised and warmed me. He seemed like the type that always got what he
wanted, and yet, he’d been too shy to go after me with such single-mindedness.
But this new heat in his gaze meant I might actually be getting some tonight.
Grimmjow: Slowly, he
peeled back the black leather to reveal the creamy skin of his thighs. Kami,
I’d seen him do this every other night for the last three months, but this
always got to me. The confidence in his gaze, the sexy way he did it, the
smoldering heat in his dark eyes. This was the part that always made me ache
for him. As it always
happened, my cock became a hard and somewhat uncomfortable ridge in my pants.
He stared out at me, his gaze snagging mine again as he offered me a sensual
smile. Then I watched him sensually push his pants down to his knees, then down
his muscular calves to bare the knee-high leather boots he wore. Then he stood
up, the mane of crimson silk falling between his defined shoulder blades, and
went back to the pole, clad only in a leather thong and boots. “…Clever alibis, Lord of the Flies. Hit ‘em right between the
eyes, hit ‘em right between the eyes. When you walk away, nothing more to say.
See the lightning in your eyes, see ‘em running for their lives!” The song came
to an end, but somehow, they made a perfect transition to something with a
pounding rhythm that made me want to dance. His hips swayed further into a
deeper shimmy. Moving against the pole, he pressed forward first with his
chest, the arched his back and rolled his hips toward the pole. Sweat made his
alabaster skin shimmer. He wrapped one leg around the pole. Kami, this man will be the death of me! I thought.
Renji: I could feel
his gaze on me like a hot caress. It felt good tonight. It felt odd so many nights
before, but it felt good –right– now.
The control I felt, plus the need I now felt, left me feeling a bit high as I
finished my dance. My tips lay out
in the open on the stage, where Pandora demanded they stayed. She was an
ex-dancer herself, and she demanded respect for us. Ergo, no pawing the help.
Later, she’d pass the basket and all of the tips would go there to be brought
back to my dressing room. So I strode of
the stage, knowing Ichi would be out in a few minutes to retrieve my pants. My
innocent offered me a half-smile, knowing he’d get a word with me later. I was
off soon, anyway. I hurried to my dressing room to dry off and put on something
a little more comfortable before going into a crowd of horny men.