She's Just 'Not' That Into You
Chapter One
-Exotic-
An ebony haired man walked into a dimly lit, smoky, and somewhat crowded room. Any and all lights were pointed towards the massive stage at the other end that had a catwalk out into the middle of the room. Music pounded and colored lights gave the rest of the place an eerie glow. He was a slender man, his hair spiked out giving him a fierce look. His short sleeved, button up shirt was black and hugged him tightly. It was untucked over grey jeans and the smirk that adorned his perfect face was a sign of mischief. "You smell that Hideaki? That's the smell of gorgeous babes rubbing their sweet asses up and down your dick."
The brunette behind him rolled his eyes, though he did appear somewhat excited. He was dressed similarly, only with a grey shirt and some black pants. "I don't know why you come here Noriaki…if you want sex, just get some yourself or find a prostitute."
Noriaki scoffed, "Because prostitutes definitely have diseases. But exotic dancers are look but don't touch. They have a less likely chance of giving me something I don't want."
"It amazes me how you can actually convince them to sleep with you. Even if you just fuck them here."
"What can I say?" the dark haired man snickered. "I'm just that amazing. I'm good at convincing people."
Hideaki sighed. "Well I would hope so, you are a lawyer."
"The best lawyer in the state, according to the Justice Times." The other chimed in, finding a good table that was near the stage. He eyed all the women in lingerie as they served their guests beers. A brunette walked over to them, her chest bare aside from the sparkling stickers over her breasts.
"What can I get you gentlemen?" she asked sweetly.
Noriaki leaned forward, giving her his best, most winning smile. "How about a tall glass of you, eh?" he said in a tone that could have won over any woman.
She giggled. "I'm afraid that's not on the menu sir." She said. "But I can get you a tall glass of Coors. Or a pitcher, if you and your friend prefer." She nodded towards Hideaki.
"Whatever you think is best." He said, leaning back in his chair, now appearing as if he could care less.
She nodded and headed off, just as a different song started. The spotlights swirled around before stopping on the thick velvet curtain. "Welcome to the stage, a sweet, new little talent. She's a bit disoriented from her fall from heaven, but she'll entertain ya'll just fine." The announcer spoke as the curtains were pulled away to reveal a gorgeous creature, with white feathered wings and matching snow white hair with streaks of sparkling silver.
Noriaki's eyes widened slightly. Never before had he been so affected by a woman's looks. Contrasting with her hair, she had bright violet eyes surrounded by painted on silver glitter, and a figure that could bring any man to his knees. Covering her bodacious body was a small, skimpy see-through top, with crystal sequins sewn into it to cover her nipples. The thong she was wearing was decorated in the same manner, so that none of her privates were shown to the crowd. The rest of her revealed skin was covered in glitter as well, though not as thickly as what surrounded her eyes.
She walked down the catwalk, her sparkly, silver heels clicking against the wood. When she reached the pole, she grabbed it and smirked confidently. "I've been a bad little angel." She purred loudly, before beginning to move around the metal pole in a tantalizing manner, grinding in sync to the music.
"Wow." Hideaki breathed out. "She's-"
"I must have her." Noriaki cut in, leaning forward in his seat. He was glad he'd picked such a close spot because the only thing keeping him away from the woman was the stage.
As she continued to dance, she lifted herself off the ground and began to spin on the pole, lifting her legs and twirling in a way that set every man's blood on fire. Then she got off the pole and began to crawl further down the catwalk, oddly enough towards Noriaki. She locked gazes with the ebony haired man, before rolling onto her back and beginning to writhe her body, making sure to only get close enough to the onlookers to allow them to stuff money in her shoes and clothes.
Noriaki watched her, but soon his gaze lowered from her face to her chest and then lower as she moved. She was close enough to touch, but he didn't dare, not yet at least. The way she moved was intoxicating, but there was something different about her body movements. Then he realized what it was, because he'd seen it so many times before.
His smirk turned dark and he leaned closer so their faces we're close enough to whisper and still be heard. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" he asked, making sure no one else heard.
Surprise lit her eyes, before she smirked. "Aren't all angels?" she asked, thrusting her chest in his face before rolling away from him and facing the other side of the catwalk so the other onlookers could get a good show. She got onto her hands and knees then, before sticking her butt in the air and rotating her hips provocatively as she slowly rose to just her knees. She threaded her hands into her hair and turned slightly then, glancing back at Noriaki as she began to move her stomach and chest in time with her hips, similar to the way a belly dancer would.
Noriaki watched her carefully, an evil smirk still gracing his features. He tapped his chin idly with his fingers, studying her as if she were some type of puzzle he had to figure out. Hideaki laughed at his friend. "Wow, you really want her."
"Yes I do…yes I do."
The dance continued, and when it finally ended and the group of men whooped. It rained money over the woman, and when she had collected it all, the dark haired man gestured for her to come over with his finger. She walked over to him, crouching before him. "What can I do for you sugar?" she asked, slightly tilting her head to the side and adding to her look of innocence.
"Don't call me sugar for one." Noriaki chuckled. "I can tell you don't want to because of the flicker in your eyes." He reached into his pocket then, pulling out his wallet and a wad of folded cash. He offered it down to her, "It's all yours if you keep me company with your alluring body until I decide to leave."
She glanced at it, and it was clear that she was sizing up the offer. Then she smirked, meeting his gaze once more. "You should know I don't allow hands, your dick stays in your pants, and I don't strip, or do any form of massage." She said.
"That's fine." He said simply.
"Very well." She said, plucking the money from his hand. "Meet me in curtain room seven. I'll be there in five." She told him, standing and walking down the catwalk, disappearing behind the curtain.
Noriaki stood and stretched. "Well Hideaki, you can find yourself a lady to have entertain you."
Hideaki rolled his eyes, the usual it seemed. He was ditched by his friend for a woman. Noriaki headed towards the curtain, pulling the curtain aside and stepping inside the room. "Hey cute little Angel."
"So what am I supposed to call you, since you don't like sugar?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips. She was still wearing the same outfit, only her large wings had been removed to allow for better movement.
He sat down on the lush sofa that curved along the wall. "Uchiha Noriaki." He said, letting his arm lay on the back of the couch.
She walked and sat next to him on the couch, crossing her legs and setting her elbow against the back so she could better face him. "And, Uchiha Noriaki, just what kind of dance would you like?" she raised a delicate brow and lightly began to run her finger up his thigh, starting at his knee and continuing towards his pelvis. "A simple show, a teaser, or full contact?" she asked, removing the digit from him and placing her hand on her knee.
"Whatever you're most comfortable with," he snickered, leaning over so that their faces were almost touching. "Though, I would much prefer to have your tasty v-card. Do you follow old traditions? After all you are in a whore house. Can I buy it?"
Her friendly demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by an icy glare. "If you are going to sit here and insult me and what I do, then get out." she said in clipped tones. "I won't tolerate it."
"I don't recall insulting you." He said simply, his smile still adorning his face. "It was a legitimate question and seeing as you're Japanese I was just asking."
"I am a dancer. Not a whore." She replied, not defrosting in the least. "You know what this club is about, because from what I hear, you are a frequent guest. So if that is what you are looking for, Mister Uchiha, then I suggest looking elsewhere."
He shrugged. "I usually don't have to. They sleep with me anyways here. Plus, you girls are cleaner than most and so cute." Then Noriaki smiled, because she gave him a skeptical look. "You must be new in town to not know who I am, or my family name."
She rolled her eyes. "My job isn't to learn any of that, or care. It's to entertain the people that walk through that door, privately, if they can afford me. Now, do you want a dance or not? You paid for my time, so figure out how you want it to be used."
"And I told you, whatever you feel comfortable with. Maybe you should learn that in your profession back talk isn't the best thing to do. Now since I did in fact pay you, get to work. Your job is not to bicker it's to entertain. I suggest you get to it, or else give me back my five hundred dollars."
"My apologies sir. Please place your hands beneath your legs to ensure that the no-hands policy is met." She pasted a smile on her face, her tone becoming almost sickeningly sweet. She got up from the couch then and stepped so that she was in front of him, her back facing him and giving him a perfect view of her rear. She popped her neck, shaking her body a bit to loosen it, before raising her arms slightly and beginning to rotate her hips as she slowly turned to face the ebony haired man once more. She rolled her stomach, beginning an exotic belly dance for him. This didn't last for long though, because soon she was straddling him and continuing her dance close up.
Noriaki watched in amusement, though his arms remained draped over the back of the couch. "Don't be too angry, it makes your face look pained."
She rolled her eyes, remaining silent. Instead, she rose onto her knees and thrust her chest in his face, beginning to bend over backwards. She went so far that she had to place her hands on the floor to hold herself up, before setting her feet on the couch so that she could thrust her hips up towards him more easily, showing just how flexible she was. Then she pushed off the couch, extending her feet up into the air before placing them on the ground and standing in what looked similar to a gymnasts pose. She moved back over him, this time having her rear face him as she began a new set of movements. She placed her hands on his knees and began to grind against him. Throwing her hair over her shoulder, she looked back at him. "How long do you plan on staying?" she asked.
"Until your shift is over." He smirked.
Her gaze narrowed slightly. "That's in four hours." She told him, leaning back and resting against his chest, continuing to move against his groin, which had become slightly aroused. "You're going to sit here until two-thirty in the morning while I dance over you?"
"Yup." Noriaki chuckled, gripping the couch to stop himself from doing terrible things to her. She was doing more to him than she thought, but he'd kept himself calm enough to not give himself away.
The pale haired woman shook her head. "You're crazy." She commented, sliding down his body and off the couch. She placed her hands behind her on the velvet sofa, arching her body and looking up at him upside down. "Don't you have other things you'd rather do with your time? Like sleep?"
"Not really." He shrugged, taking in a deep breath. "I can go days without sleep. And what better way to spend the evening than spend it in the presence of a gorgeous lady?"
"Hm." She straightened and turned, crawling back over him. She gripped the back of the couch, bringing her legs up so that her ankles were resting on the back before she let go and slowly lowered herself. Then she used the strength of her legs to pull her privates up against him, and then hang her legs over the back while she lay on his legs. "Not sleeping is bad for you, you know." She said, rubbing her butt against him, clenching her cheeks to add to the pressure on his member.
Noriaki closed his eyes, relishing in the feel. "Mhmm…" he nodded. "I know, my brother tells me that all the time. He's a doctor and always 'informs' me about the repercussions I will face." He scoffed then. "But I'm fine."
A smirk lit her face, though he couldn't see it. "That's what everyone says when they want people to get off their back." She began to rotate her hips, pressing down more to add to his pleasure.
He actually let out an audible sound this time and cracked one of his eyes open to watch her. "I wouldn't mind being on your back." He snickered, trying to veer the conversation away from him.
"I know." She sat up enough to grip his knees and move them apart to give her more access to his pelvis. Then she lowered her legs, going into a bit of a split as she pressed their privates together and began to grind against him.
Noriaki bit back a groan, "Ah shit…" he sighed, unable to hold back his full arousal anymore. "Oh come on, can I please just use my hands. You're driving me crazy."
The woman just shook her head. "You know the rules." She changed her rhythm to make her breasts bounce more, adding to the show. "You lay a finger on me and it's over."
The dark haired man shook his head. It wasn't over until he said it was over, he was either going to touch her, or fuck her. Seeing as he wasn't a fan of rape, it'd have to be the first. He removed his hands from the couch and wrapped his arms around her waist, one of his hands sliding beneath her bra and the other into her panties. Before she could even react, he was rubbing her clit with his thumb and slipping in his expert fingers. He tugged at her hardened nipple while massaging her breasts.
Unfortunately, the feel turned him on more, and he rubbed his hard on into her, feeling the wetness through his pants. She let out a startled cry, her body heating up from his sudden movements. Her head fell back, and she actually began to move against him more frantically as his fingers continued to thrust into her. She almost let herself be lost to the sensations, but just as her mind began to fog her eyes widened in horror, and she quickly pressed her foot against his chest and pushed off of him, not caring that she landed on the floor. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked, looking all doe-eyed and flushed. "I said no hands!"
"I'm sorry!" he actually looked ashamed, at least for a second, holding his hands up in surrender, two of his fingers glistening in the light from her erotic juices. "I couldn't help it. You're just so sexy and you were wet anyways, it's not like you rejected it…at first." He added with a slightly bashful smile. "It was the best I could do from not doing worse."
She huffed, her cheeks still pink from embarrassment as she got up from the floor. "It was just a natural, bodily reaction, nothing more." She defended, fixing her garments. "Now, you will not be receiving a refund, since you broke the rules. If you have a complaint, take it up with the owner." She walked over to the curtain and grabbed a hold of it, looking over her shoulder and attempting to give him a stern look. "Goodnight, Mr. Uchiha." She said, before disappearing from the small room.
Noriaki stared at the curtain, until a devious smirk crept back up his face. That's exactly what he would do, speak with the manager. He left the small alcove and looked around spotting his little angel. He walked over to her, sneaking since her back was to him. "I'll see you again my sweet little tease. You can bet on that." He whispered into her ear before walking past her towards the main office and disappearing behind the door.
Her surprised gaze narrowed in suspicion, before she turned and walked off. Now that she was no longer being held up by him, she could try and get in another show. Extra money was always nice, after all.