Alright, so it has been forever since I've posted a fic omfg. It's rated M currently, just to be safe and such for future chapters being more... provocative and explicit e-e you've been warned. This is only the first chapter (more of a preface really) and I'm so sorry it's so super long. I'll try to continue this for a long time though and post every week but I don't know how well that will go over.
Anyways! Enjoy, minna (*^-^*)/
My shocked expression and wide green eyes were unmoved. A small strand of brunette hair feel into my eyes but I didn't push it away. There was only one thing on my mind the moment I walked in the door that day.
What have I gotten myself into?
When the cab dropped me off at the address of my new job, I had felt uneasy from the start. It was in the downtown area and certainly didn't look like a catering business. The old brick building had a few cracks running through the brick and singles missing off the roof. The parking lot had weeds growing through cracks and the location gave off this feeling that I was going to get jumped if I wasn't careful.
When I talked to the manager, he had told me to come in through the back so I hadn't seen what the name of this place yet. As offset as I was, I knew this was my only option right now. I had to make some money and make it quick to pay rent on my apartment I had just put all my savings into. Food, as well, would be a good investment too.
I took a deep breath and headed to the backdoor. As I opened the door, my uneasy feeling only got worse.
A petite man with blonde locks was sitting in a directors chair. The chair was set up to a desk that looked more like a vanity table. There was a large mirror surrounded with lights and a feather boa laying over the top. The desk was laden with make up and hair products. The man's pink eyes were fixed on the calendar clipped onto his clipboard with deep concentration written on his face. Although, it seemed like he was thinking nothing at all.
As I debated whether or not to speak up, someone came out from one of the many rooms off of the main hall. All of the doors had a gold star with a name written on it nailed to them. Almost like... a dressing room.
The man that came out of the doorway cleared his throat and pushed is red framed classed up on his nose. His deep blue hair sparkled as light bounced off the silver glitter covering every inch of skin and sprinkled through his hair. He wore tight leather shorts, black pumps and a glittery silver tank top that hugged his body. Attached to his back were big, sparkly purple butterfly wings.
The blonde looked up at the man and smiled brightly. He cast his clipboard aside and jumped to his feet. "Rei-chan! Look at you!"
The man ignored his words. "I can't believe this. I planned a perfect schedule for everyone and then Frank just had to call in sick at the last minute! How dare he be sick on a Saturday night! Plus, this is the fourth night in a row I've had to take stage!"
"But Rei-chan..." the blonde pouted. "You're so beautiful on stage. There is never a complaint when you step up there!"
The blue haired man seemed baffled for a moment, but then pushed his glasses up and nodded shyly. "Beautiful, indeed. But this still does not change that I'm being overworked! Get someone else on stage tonight! I'm not doing it!"
"Okay, okay! I'll try calling in someone else." Then, he suddenly got a sparkle in his eye, like he remembered something he had forgotten. "On that note, I hired a new employee! He should be coming by today!"
Suddenly I felt uncomfortable. I knew without a doubt they were talking about me. What kind of job was I hired into anyways? What had I gotten myself into?
The blue haired man huffed and turned away from the blonde. His eyes instantly fell on me.
"Nagisa, is this the man you hired?"
The blonde turned to me in dull surprise then smiled brightly as he skipped over and grabbed my hands. "It's you! How long have you been here?! I'm surprised I didn't see you earlier, especially since you're like a giant! Makoto Tachibana, wasn't it?! I'm so glad you've made it alright!"
"Uh, y-yeah," I muttered. My voice was failing to ask the questions I so desperately needing answers to.
"I'm Nagisa Hazuki, the manager, but just Nagisa is fine! No one is too formal around here," he spouted. He was so jumpy and excited that I was feeling overwhelmed.
"Rei Ryugazaki," the blue haired man hummed as he came over, pushing his glasses up. I believe that was just a habit of his because they weren't even slipping off his nose.
"I, um..." I stuttered. "Please pardon me, but what is this place?"
Rei looked at me in confusion as Nagisa just slowly turned away. "What do you mean? It's Club Iwatobi, of course. You didn't know you had applied to the best club for miles around?"
I wasn't even able to speak. A club? How did I get roped into this? I went to college for two years for my associates and was going to save up some more cash before going to get a business degree, or maybe even culinary. Online, I saw an opening at a catering business downtown of where I was looking to move and figured it perfect. When I had applied, Nagisa hadn't said a word about it being a club. A club? A club?
Rei's eyes left my shocked expression and turned to a nervous Nagisa. The rage in Rei began to boil. "Na. Gi. Sa."
"We needed better employees, Rei-chan!" he whined defensively. "He had sent his application almost as soon as I posted the job online. He's got a pretty face, athletic build and a hard work ethic! We could use some guys like that!"
"But I'm not cut out to work in a club!" I cried.
"Mako-channnn!" Nagisa pouted.
M-Mako-chan?
"What did you say this was?!" Rei demanded to know.
"A catering business..."
"This is nothing like a catering business!"
"But we cater to people's needs and desires!"
Rei paused for a moment. "That's pretty clever. I am surprised you came up with that."
Nagisa smiled for a moment then his smiled turned. "Hey, wait a minute, Rei-chan!"
Rei ignored him and turned to me. The look in his eyes made me nervous as he looked me over. I felt self conscious but just stood there dully.
Slowly, he gave a half smile and bowed to me slightly. It looked as though Rei had jumped on the bandwagon too. "Please help us out. If we continue like this, we will end up being at stake to being shut down," he stated in an informing tone. "We may be one of the best, but most of our employees aren't top notch like we need. Just think of it as a emotional catering business."
"I don't see how that makes sense," I muttered.
"Mako-chan, please," Nagisa pleaded. "The job pays well enough and you seem like you would be a natural! We need your help."
I knew once Nagisa had said "help" that there would be no way out for me. I had a strong conscience and I wouldn't be able to deal with myself if I didn't help anyone when I could. Besides, the fact that the money was easy and I needed it bad, I couldn't resist but give in to his cries for help. Who knows, maybe it wouldn't be too bad. Club jobs paid well at least and since he was in need of help, it would probably be a stable job for a long while.
Nagisa practically blew up with excitement and told me to drop by this evening to get my schedule and sit in to observe how it works.
I figured it couldn't be too bad. I mean, I'd probably be working the bar or serving the customers. I'd had worse gigs cleaning toilets at nursing homes.
After that, I had gone home and finished unpacking. The small apartment was starting to look more like home to me. It got to be about eight and I figured I should head to the club. I threw on my sneakers and my brown jacket then I headed out.
Once I got to the club, I was surprised at how packed it was. The line weaved around in the front but still wrapped around the back of the building. As Nagisa had instructed, I went straight to the door and was meet by two thick, rough men. I guess a club like this would need some tough security.
"Who are you?" one of them asked suspiciously. They might have been told about me but I figured I should explain my situation.
"I'm Makoto Tachibana, Nagisa told me to come by tonight and get a feel for the business," I answered calmly, trying not to provoke these men in the slightest.
"Oh yeah, he said something about that!" the other said with a toothy smile and I sighed in relief. "Come on in, new kid. Try not to get torn apart in this crowd tonight."
They both stepped aside and I walked in carefully. As I passed, one of them slapped my butt. Startled, I turned around to see that they had already shut the doors.
The inside was stunning but left me feeling more unnerved. The walls were dark and flashing, colorful lights illuminated the space. There were leather chairs and benches everywhere with short tables. Some had a metal pole in the middle of them, like a... stripper pole. I suddenly became more and more worried. I knew I would have to ask Nagisa what my role was in this soon.
Speak of the devil, I had felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see a smiling Nagisa.
"Come on!" he called over the loud music. "The best view is from the DJ booth over the VIP rooms!"
Without letting me say a word of even a simple greeting, he dragged me to the back of the building and up the stairs to a decked out DJ booth. Although it was the source of the pulsing music, it was generally quiet. I sighed as I was finally able to hear myself think.
"Take a seat, Mako-chan!" he suggested. "It's a lot to take in."
I sat down and he gave me a moment before giving me a visual tour.
"The bar is on the opposite wall from the doors and the stage on the other wall from the DJ booth. Behind the stage are the dressing rooms, VIP's are under the booth then bathroom located closest to the bar. Everywhere else are free range to customers to enjoy themselves."
I felt his eyes settle on me. I had only been half paying attention to him as my thoughts consumed me. The same unanswerable question I had been asking myself that day was still circling in my mind.
What had I just gotten myself into?
Nagisa must have picked up on it as he put his hand on my shoulder. "Mako-chan, I'm sorry. I know I had been very vague when you applied and bent the truth a lot, but I just need help from loyal and strong employees. I'm sure you will quit once you find your way in this city, but until then I just ask for your best. Who knows, you may end up liking it here!" he exclaimed hopefully.
"Hey, Nagisa," I muttered quickly. I was starting to get antsy. "What exactly am I going to do here? I haven't really bartended before but I could learn pretty easily, I guess."
"Oh," Nagisa said nonchalantly. "You don't have to worry about the bar unless you happen to get thirsty. You'll be one of our stage entertainers like Rei."
I felt my eyes grow wide, just as something buzzed in Nagisa's pocket. He pulled out his phone and noticed what time it was. "Oh! I forgot the show starts in a minute! Hold that thought, Mako-chan!"
Nagisa jumped over to the command board and went about his business fixing lights and adjusting the music. He pulled a microphone to his mouth as the music slowly faded.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!" he called over the mic. "This evening, we have a lovely show to put on for you! Allow me to introduce the Dolphin to the stage!"
Cheers and hollers erupted through the club. As the music turned on, the lights on the stage illuminated.
Long legs, smooth arms, toned muscles and tight black leather formed a handsome figure on stage. His black hair laid neatly on his head; his bangs swept to the right side.
He wore a pair of tight black leather pants that hugged his fit figure in all the right places. A loose fitting sky blue shirt hung on his frame, just begged to be ripped off. It was simple but being a man like him, he didn't need to over glorify himself.
Then there were his eyes. They were open and deep like the sea. The hypnotizing blue swallowed me whole as I drowned in the slight gaze that wasn't even directed to me. The power behind those eyes had me stupefied from the other side of the club. I had this strange feeling like I only wanted them to look at me and me alone.
The music pounded out of the speakers and the whole room was fascinated by the man as I was. Slowly, he slipped down onto all fours. His pants only tightened on his skin.
His calm and enticing body crawled sexily to the pole at the center of the triangular stage. His slender fingers wrapped around it as he pulled himself up to his knees. He squared his hips and an erotic look spread on his face. His eyes watched his movements as he rubbed himself on the pole. Bills were flying towards him, some people shoving them in the back pockets and waistband of his skin tight pants.
My eyes couldn't leave his body.
He grasped higher up on the pole and lifted himself to his feet. A strong leg wrapped itself around the pole as he spun around it in a full 360. He put his back to the pole and slid down slowly, shaking his hips subtly as he sank.
My head felt faint.
His fingers pulled at the hem of his shirt and began to strip it off as he stood back up in the same fashion he had gone down. He discarded the shirt on the stage behind him and turned to show his smooth muscles.
My breath slipped away from me.
As the show continued, he spun on the pole, ground his hips and moved his body to the music in a way that was making me loose control. The song was nearing it's end and he slowly began to unzip his pants. I tried to look away as my cheeks burned but I wasn't able to tear my eyes off his body for a second.
My jeans were feeling tight.
Under his leather pants was a tight swimsuit that went down to just above his knee. I couldn't stop shifting in my seat. He had a growing bump in his front. His fingers hooked themselves under the waistband and just as he began to slide them down, the lights on the stage were cut. Some of the members of the crowd sighed, frustrated at the tease.
Nagisa pulled me out of my daze and called my attention to him. He smiled happily to me.
"Get a little excited by our Haru-chan?" I felt my cheeks burn brighter as I squirmed in my chair. This man didn't have any boundaries. "It's alright, he's our biggest tease. It's like he intends on leaving everyone with a pent up problem when he leaves that stage."
"Well, isn't that his job?" I muttered.
He laughed and nodded. "Now it's your job too, Mako-chan!"
Things were happening so fast I could hardly react. I was going to be like the man on the stage, but no where near as dazzling. I became nervous; not about what I was doing, but that I wouldn't be able to do it. Me? A stripper? I didn't have nearly enough confidence for that.
"H-hey-"
"Come on, Mako-chan! Let's have you go meet Haru-chan!" he interrupted as he ignored my words. "Maybe I'll have you shadow him tonight to show you what to do when you aren't on stage. Hmm..."
As Nagisa spoke out loud, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door of the booth. He lead me through the crowd as though he was moving at supersonic speed. I didn't even have a moment to stop before I was faced with those eyes. The eyes of a beautiful man that bore right into mine as soon as I was dragged through the stage door.
"You did great, Haru-chan!" Nagisa cried as he ran up and gave him a hug. Haru moved his eyes to the small blonde that held him captive. He awkwardly accepted the hug but didn't return it. It seemed like he wanted nothing less than to squirm away from his hold.
"Thanks," he sighed blandly; his voice was deep and husky. "Who's this guy?" he asked, his eyes looking to me again.
"Makoto Tachibana, our new stage entertainer," Rei informed as he pushed his glasses up on his nose and joined the group.
"A-about that, um... Nagisa? Can I talk to you?" I stuttered.
"Of course!" Nagisa hummed as he turned to me. "What's it about?"
I could feel all of their eyes on me and I sighed. There was no going back now. "Well, I don't think I'll be able to do this."
Before Nagisa could say anything, Haru spoke up. "We don't need anyone like that."
Once those words left his lips, I felt like something had struck me. This time when I looked into his eyes, I saw more than just a beautiful color. There was pride and a slight look of disgust in his stare.
"Haru-chan!" Nagisa cried. "Don't be so cruel! He's probably only nervous about being on stage."
"No, it's fine, Nagisa," I muttered, looking down at my feet. "I guess you could say that I might be trying to get out of this but I already promised I would help you. I don't mind Haru being annoyed with me because I feel the same way right now." I looked up at Haru, determination written on my face. "Next time you look me in the eyes, I don't want it to be with a loathing glare. I will help to the best of my abilities here!"
At that point, Haru had looked taken aback by what I said. I could see a slight smile for only a second before he nodded to me and headed to his dressing room.
It was like a silent declaration of a one-sided war.
From that moment on, I was head strong about helping Nagisa and showing Haru that I could do this if I put my mind to it. He probably thought nothing of it, but I knew that I was going to prove my worth if this was going to be what my profession was going to be for a while. Little did I know that the more I worked for it, the more dedicated I became.
Still, I'm so sorry that was so long and I know Makoto's character is a little determined but come on, he's sexually frustrated by his lover lol. #hardcoreMakoHarushipper. Regardless, I hope you all enjoyed it and I'll have the next chapter posted as soon as possible but as you can tell it was a lot of work writing this much so we will see on that.
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I want to try and make this as painful for both of us so if you guys have any suggestions or constructive criticism, that would be just great. So great. You guys are great.
Thank you for reading, my litte yaoi lovers cx
~ Misao