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Accalia Jester may not have had the most usual life, or name, but she made do with what she had been given. Dancing in one of the most hostile clubs in town would have been a death sentence for most newbies but Accalia had faith that her connections would go far too keep her from harm. All she had to do was not stand out and not anger the boss. Such a shame that she managed to do both on her first day at 'work'.
"Accalia get the hell over here, you're up."
the man 'in charge' of us dancers shouted my name over the loud club music. Attempting to shake the nerves, I rolled my shoulders back, pushed my curly red hair over my shoulder and strode over to where I would be taking over from the tired dancer. Shooting me a grateful smile, the young girl hobbled off from her station, leaving me all alone and in the view of the whole club, as was in my job description. Putting on the fakest, sluttiest smile I could muster up while nerves wracked my body, I giggled and began grating my hips to the hypnotic music of the club. My hands found themselves, roaming my scantily clad body. My new 'uniform' consisted of a tiny g-string skirt and a cute, lacy bralette, finished off with tiny black wings, of course. I was supposed to wear sky scrapper heels but those had been kicked off the moment I reached the podium I was dancing upon for the night. My friends couldn't wrap their heads around my aversion to heels, especially since at 5 foot I needed all the help I could get in the height department. I was incredibly surprised when this high profile club offered my tiny hide such a job when tall, long legged demons were in such demand. Huh, maybe some of the customers here had daddy fetiches. After a few hours of dancing my body began to slow and start to stumble in my messy moves, quickly picked up on by who slapped me hard on the backside and sent the next girl up to cover my station.
"Here baby, you look like you could use it."
A passing dancer on break threw me a half-empty water bottle in good will. Inwardly shuddering about the diseases she likely possessed, I thanked her quickly and drunk the rest of her likely STD infected water.
"Stop being a snob." I scolded myself while attempting to rub some of the pain out of my blistering feet, even walking a minute in those death traps ruined my feet for weeks afterwards. I had no idea how the rest of the workers here managed to actually dance all night in them.
"Get the hell up Accalia, your shifts not over yet, bitch."
yelled at me and I shivered at his aggressive tone of voice and stance, standing around in a room full of older men in tiny underwear really did nothing for your sense of safety.
"Take this drink to the boss, if you survive we can discus you staying on." Discus? I thought this job was for 3 months? I desperately needed this job. I needed the money to prove to my parents that i could provide for myself, it was the only way to stop them forcing me into an arranged marriage. All my life I had promised myself that I would never marry anyone but my actual soul mate, something my parents heavily disapproved off. To them, I would be doing my part as their daughter if i married someone wealthy, that was my only use. As the youngest of three, they had no need for me! My older brother and sister brought pride and status to the family whereas I was simply a drain on resources, precious resources, that could have and should have been better spent on my mother's clothes or my brother's constant partying.
With trembling hands, I grasped the gold rimmed tray and began my walk to the hidden booth at the back of the club. The booth where the owner sat, watching and terrifying. His green hair was no where in site however as I finally reached his secluded booth. Frowning, I quickly spun around with the intention of making my way back to but that was not what happened. A leg, lounging out under the table, sent me flying into the lap of the silver toothed killer I had been sent too serve. I had landed in the lap of the Joker.
Electric energy seemed to shock through my body the moment my skin touched the killer's deathly pale skin. A tingling ran along my back, over my shoulders before curling round beneath my breasts. A tingling that left me gasping for breath and shuddering in the stranger's lap. Gulping, I attempted to untangle myself from my boss, spurting apologise left right and centre but before my feet could hit the floor and I could attempt to run for my life a hand clamped down on my arm and pulled me back into the highly demoralising position I had been in before. His cool hand touched the skin on my back, almost as if he was tracing a patten. Gulping, I twisted around to look my captor in his eyes. Cool blue met dark drown.
"Hello pretty, seems you've landed in the right lap."
Shaking my head at his words my body tensed up even more as i began to imagine what this insanely powerful man would do to me for my accidental disrespect.
"I….i'm so sorry Mr Joker! I meant no disrespect!"
I somehow managed to splutter out in between rapid breaths. The mad man threw his head back and laughed what should have been a bone tingling laugh but his laugh made me want to giggle and join him in his amusement. He seemed to calm down when he noticed how tense and scared I was of evoking his wrath.
"Thats perfectly okay pretty, as long as you tell me your name."
But before I could answer his strange request my name was shouted out across the club from the man who I most definitely did not want to see me in my current predicament,
"Accalia Jester what the hell is taking you so long?"
I froze after hearing angry tone and tried to shrink into myself in a vain attempt to keep myself hidden from my mad manager who could quite easily fire me and take away my only source of income, little as it may be. Time seemed to freeze over the moment saw me held captive in the big boss' lap. At least it stood still for a moment before rage devoured him. Rushing over to me he yanked my arm so hard I could already see the bruises forming, pulling me to my feet and off the lap of a very surprised looking Joker.
'What the hell do you think you are doing Accalia? I have every right to slap that stupid look of your face right now you bitch! You get paid to act like a little slut and dance for the customers not bother the boss, for god sake."
"Actually,"
A voice cut off mid rant, I knew who it was the moment electricity shot up my body at the sound of his voice. Delicious, addictive electricity that left me wanting more…oh so so much more.
"Your the only one thats bothering me right now."
When remained frozen like a dear in the headlamps, with his wrists clasped tightly around my bruised arms, Mr Joker seemed to get incredibly angry incredibly quickly.
"Is it so hard to understand in that thick brain of yours? Get your hands the hell off my soulmate."
Time froze. Did I just hear him right? Surely not…
Spluttering cowardly quickly released his hold and me, attempting to scurry away only to be frozen by the cold barrel of the Joker's own, personal gun. Before the rat of a man could attempt to stammer out any apologies to Mr Joker, the man in question took it upon himself to end his insufferable existence. The loud, deafening sound of the gun being shot and a body dropping to the floor no longer fazed me. I had heard it all before, oh so so many times. Stepping away from the crime scene I took a step back away from the madman, slipping into the crowd before he could notice me. I was long gone before he even stopped laughing.