Chapter Two:
All written works displayed are (C) K.E. Wright, excluding song lyrics in text.
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?
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.
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.
Grimmjow:
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 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.
Renji:
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.
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.
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.
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.