This is going to be a short, three part series, and this does not mean that I am rushing towards my old fanfics to update. ;;. Sorry guys, but this was just an inspiration. It might lead towards updates or it might just lead towards my writer's block.
Read about Sakura and Syaoran in a whole different way. Watch out for the language, the little innuendos, and of course all that sexual stuff.
Gosh, this fanfic makes me want to giggle hilariously… lol I'm not saying that it is funny, but only that I have this evil little brain upon my shoulders that comes up with this stuff! REVIEW. Lol. Oh, and if you get a chance check out a little creature called Foamy the Squirrel, (which I DON'T OWE!). He will teach you wonders.
Life on the Poles
By MoshiMoshiQueen
"Character Speaking"
Character Thoughts
(My Voiced Opinions)
When you looked at the Blue Flamingo the first thing that would come to your mind wouldn't be that it was sophisticated. The cheap neon sign that hung from the building had a tanned, big-breasted woman hugging a cuddly-looking blue flamingo, which just happened to cover up her exposed private parts. The building it self had a rundown look. Its bricks were red at one point, but because of the years of wear and smoke they were a dull gray that mingled with a green tinge that most likely came from the mold growing up the side of the building.
Considering the fact that building's location was in the heart of New York's slum, it was in great condition. It laid in-between the city's cheapest cigarette shop, The Smoky Window, and a dirty corner store named Johnson's Handy Work, which could have meant that Johnson was a carpenter or that he was a lazy son-of-a-bitch who used his hands to grope on the workers at the Flamingo. It wouldn't have mattered any way, for those who worked at the establishment were considered trash to all, even their clients (especially their clients ).
Hard core music blasted inside the Blue Flamingo's walls as lights flashed violently against the dark surroundings. It could have anyone's head nodding slightly, even the drunk and disorderly, who wouldn't have clue what music was if it was smashed against their useless heads.
Every table was full of customers whose eyes were either glued to the stage or towards the chests of the waitresses who wore little to no clothing that was either glued tightly to their skin or painted on to it. They all walked around in three-inch high heels that tapped against the ground as they flaunted their best attributes towards those men who would pay up the most cash.
Paint was slashed against their eyes, mouths, nails, and cheeks in bright florescent colors. Glitters was sprayed against the tops of their breasts, and oil was soaked into their skin so they shined as bright as a neon dollar sign in a poor man's brain.
People for all over the city would crawl out of their holes to come to the Blue Flamingo. They weren't coming for the food, which was mostly crap unless you were too drunk or too drugged up to care. They came for the dancers. They came for the pleasure. They came for Sapphire's Dream.
The lights dimmed to a lowly beam of blue that made the whole building glow. The music had come to a stop for a mere moment before turning back on louder and faster before. The beat screamed out from the speakers catching all of the customer's attention as their eyes were directed towards the stage. Everyone's' breath was held in their throats in anticipation.
The lights brightened suddenly and upon the center of the stage stood the star that made even the straight, rich girls from uptown envious and jealous.
Her auburn hair was curled seductively around her face in long, luscious locks. Her eyelids were painted a rich blue that made her emerald eyes bolder, and her skin creamer. A crimson cream was spread against her mouth and her lips were set in an addicting pout as her hips shook to the beat that shrieked around her.
Her limber legs were wrapped around a glittery indigo pole and slid down the slippery surface with ease. Her languor movements made her body like a dream as her low cut lingerie rose higher up her creamy thighs. Swinging on the pole in complicated circles, her arms rubbed on the object as if she were caressing a man's member.
Becoming one with her prop, Sapphire's Dream ran her long, smooth body effortlessly against it. She flipped away from it on cue as the record began to spin faster. Her heels hit the stage to the beat as she bent her body slightly to open her legs towards the crowd. Showing off the slick gear she ran her hand up her sides with dexterity. Her hands were lost in her hair as she licked her lips and threw her head back in ecstasy.
This was what brought the crowds to the Blue Flamingo. This is what brought men from all over the planet. This was Sapphire's Dream.
As quickly as she appeared, she disappeared with the same speed.
"You forgot your cash, Sakura," a husky voice called behind her.
"I didn't forget it. I left it. I told you. I'm leaving for good, and I am not returning, Yeikto," the woman said as she randomly picked up her belongings.
"You have stated that various times before, Sakura. No one believes you, not even I," the voice called again, this time with a tedious annoyance hue.
The young brunette swung her head towards the male in fury, "I don't want to be here my whole damn life. I never wanted this!"
"Don't scream and shout at what you have become. Everyone who ends up here is here for one reason… they've fucked up and can't face that reality."
"I can face it," she yelled passionately, her eyes icing over with dark thoughts.
"If you could face it why do you always return back here after a temper tantrum?"
"Because- I don't have to answer to you! You are not my keeper, and never have been."
"That is where you are wrong, my dear. I am you keeper. I found you, and you are rightfully mine. I only let you wander because I know you will always return like a lost puppy to its master."
"Nice analogy, fuck face, but we all know who's the real dog around here."
"Ouch, Sakura. That hurt my feelings."
"I want to hurt more than your feelings, my dear," her voice came our like warm honey.
"Oh, I am sure you do. It's too bad you don't have enough balls to take a swing at me."
"We both know out of the two of us, I have more balls," she said as she flew by him.
Grabbing her by the arm, Yeikto smirked in her angry face; "You are so lovely when you spat with me."
Using her other arm to take a swipe at his face, she literally spat in his face; "You are so fucking ugly when you spat with me."
Wiggling out of his grip, she left him infuriated as she ran from the building. Her back was towards the Blue Flamingo the entire time she ran even as she heard Yeikto's voice scream, "You'll come back, you little bitch. Once a whore always a fucking whore! You've always lived in trash and you'll always be trash. You'll end up back on the poles just like every wrench who comes through these doors. You think you can face reality, Sakura? Then face it and end up face down in a dumpster. Stupid bitch."
"I can't end up back on the poles," she whispered under her breath as she sprinted down the street towards no planned location.
The bitter cold bit at her skin and nipped violently at the clinging lingerie. It was just like her to forget her coat when she decided to run away.
She would make it out this time… she had to.
"I won't be on your fucking poles again," she screamed to Yeikto even when she knew he couldn't hear her.
"I can face the fucking past, you bastard! I can face the fucking reality I have been hiding from! I'll be fucking rich, and you'll still be running that dirty, low whore house," she shrieked, "I'll make it. I can face the past!"
Just as those last words left her painted mouth her body pounded into a stranger who grunted in irritation.
"Can you kindly get the hell off on me," the deep voice dripped.
"I'll get the hell off of you when you get your ugly ass off of me," she commented back.
Untangling from each other, Sakura then looked at the male's figure and inwardly sighed as if in pleasure. If he was as hard as his body looked she would die of female satisfaction.
"You have a lady at home who can give you a good time?" she crowed out.
"That's none of your damn business."
"It is if you want to give me a test drive," she cooed in a caddy voice.
His rich, amber eyes finally hit her and she automatically wished she could go back in time… even return to the Blue Flamingo. Was it she who said she could face her past? She lied, even to herself. She didn't want to face her past, but here she was facing the man who ruined her past.
"Syaoran."
"Sakura."
"You fucking bastard."
"I could say the same thing around you, but replace the bastard part with whore. I thought I would never see you again.
"I've never wanted to see you again."
A smirk light upon his face, "You know that isn't true. I thought you wanted to let me test drive you."
"My car is broken down at the moment. Sorry," she said, sarcasm dripping from every cell in her body.
"I bet I could start it up again," he said, his lips connecting with hers in a violent manner that made shivers shake her body viciously.
She wanted to deny the heat in her body, deny the moans that ripped from her mouth. She could barely push him away from her… her fucking past was a fucking bitch.
"I hate you."
"I hate you as well, my dear, but that has never stopped me from wanting you," Syaoran's voice came out in a pant despite his usual self-control.
"You'll have to keep suffering. I am not for sale from someone like you."
She lifted her body up from the ground, her body tensing from her toes to her shoulders. Damnit all to hell. Why did she forget her jacket?
Heat flushed throughout Syaoran's once again as his eyes slide over her body, "Not for sale, you say?"
Fury locked in her emerald eyes as she started to walk away from him, "Not to people like you. Forget you ever ran into me. It's better for both of us."
"You know that's not true. Let me take you once more, Sakura. Let us both let our systems be free and then we will forget," he said as he stepped beside her.
She narrowed her eyes as he grabbed her arm, "You are the second male today who thinks he can just grab when whenever he pleases. If you want to keep that fucking hand you better let go of me now."
He pushed himself up against her, and whispered in her ear, "Let me take you, Sakura."
Pleasure ran up her spine once again as she was smashed between his hard body and a brick wall. "Go fuck yourself."
"Let us take each other for old times sake."
"Why don't you shove the old times up your fucking ass?"
He nipped his teeth against her bottom lip and she faltered, "Come with me, Sakura."
"Why don't you make yourself come? You have a hand. Now leave me the fuck alone."
Running his hand down her sides, he took her mouth once again with his and she melted.
When she awoke the next morning she didn't know whether to kick herself or to kill the man who took her to places she had never been.
If she decided on plan B it wouldn't have matter because as quickly as Syaoran appeared, he had disappeared even quicker.
"Fuck you, Li Syaoran, fuck you."
Ouch. I hope Syaoran has a body guard somewhere! I don't know when I'll be updating this. I don't know when I'll update my other fanfics. I don't know anything! The only thing I know is I hope you like this little fan ficcy… although it is probably quite different from what y'all have been reading lately. I have never been ordinary, now have I?
REVIEW! If you want to that is!
Always and Forever,
Moshi-san
Oh, yeah. I'm so back! winks