The Forgotten
Chapter I: Chance Meeting
"45 seconds to curtain, Mr. Dincht." The stage assistant called.
"O-okay.." Zell said softly, his voice reaching barely above a whisper as he looked down at his trembling hands. Of course, to see his hands, he had to look over the large stuffed bra he was wearing. He'd been an "intimate dancer" at this joint for three weeks already, but every night he was scared. He was scared because he knew that with every lap dance, with every blow job he gave out behind the curtain of the VIP room for 40 Gil, he died a little inside.
Things weren't always this way. At least, not before Squall died. Squall took care of him...Squall loved him. But that all ended the night Squall made the choice to get behind the wheel after downing a 12-pack.
He was so drunk that he barely made the drive home, and when he got out of the car, was struck by lightning.
Squall was the main breadwinner, so once he was out of the picture, Zell was forced to make it on his own, and the only work he could find was stripping in drag at the tittie bar in Balamb.
Zell reached up and made sure his blonde wig was on right, and adjusted his leather corset, which clashed with his cheetah-print miniskirt.
"And now introducing, the sexy, mysterious, and irresistible Cleo Butterkiss!" A voice from on-stage called. And with that, the curtains pulled open and Zell was met with the hot, glaring stage light.
He immediately went into his trance, a plane of conscience far away from the reality that he was simulating lewd acts for nothing more than spare change being tossed at him. He walked onto the stage, sultry and sexy, stepping out onto the stage with an inviting sense of confidence. He ran a hand down his chest, delightfully teasing his bosom.
And Zell danced. He danced like he did every night; the same old routine he'd developed in this run-down hovel.
He groaned softly as his crotch rubbed against the pole, but then something, or someone rather, caught his eye. But before he could register the face, his attention went to the other side of the stage, where a man had begun tossing gil. Swallowing his pride just like he had to every night in this joint, Zell seductively slipped down to his knees and crawled towards the man tossing the money.
"Hey babe, what do you say you and I blow this joint altogether?" The man offered, offering a broad smile that exposed his mouth, which had several teeth missing.
"Oh, thanks for the offer baby..but this joint is my kind of place.." Zell said in a soft, whispery voice. One of the reasons he'd got the job was his very good impersonation of a female voice.
The man looked dissappointed, and Zell quickly scooped up the money and slipped it down his bra before turning away.
As he stood up and faced the other side of the stage, the same person caught his eye again.
It was then that Zell looked closer, and saw that face.
His face.
It was Seifer.
He was sitting alone at a small table not 30 feet away, watching with a cheap smirk on his face as he nodded softly to the beat of the music. Zell's heart leapt up into his throat, and he tried not to scream in horror. He maintained his composure miraculously, as he started to walk down the steps onto the floor. Maybe, just maybe, Seifer wouldn't recognize him..
As he walked towards the blond-haired man, several of the men started shoving gil dollars into his panties. He smiled and cooed at them in thanks, but inside, he wanted to die. Shame, humiliation, so many bad feelings and yet all of them reared their heads every night he was here.
He made it over to Seifer's table, and tried to resist his body's trembling. What was he doing? Did he really want to do this? Shoving the table aside, Zell started to give Seifer a lap dance. He moved sensually up and down Seifer's hips. After a few moments of rubbing his behind against the growing bulge in Seifer's pants, he sat down on Seifer's lap and leaned back so that his head rested on Seifer's shoulder.
Smiling, Zell wiped off the drool that had formed on Seifer's mouth with his index finger and then stuck it in Seifer's mouth. It had worked. He didn't recognize him. Sucking lustfully, Seifer looked down on the smaller man in drag, past his fake eyelashes and into his eyes. Zell pulled out his finger with a wet pop, and caressed Seifer's sizeable package.
Seifer grinned. "Hello, chicken-wuss.." he said softly.
Gasping, Zell leaped to his feet. Unable to stop his tears, he bolted out of the bar and into the back alley.
He left behind Seifer, who, with a shocked expression, stood up and prepared to go after him.