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This story is loosely based on the work or the Erotic Artist Ero-Enzo. It's not linked to those works in anyway just inspired by them.
This has characters from many series, Fairy Tail, Bleach, Naruto, One Piece and maybe more.
Sakura's POV
"Ugh." I sighed pouring myself a cup of coffee in the break room "Another crappy day at my crappy job."
I work as a 9 to 5 office worker, doing filings, reading reports, the usual junk, but what sucks about it is how little I get paid for all this work, it's not like I'm poor but I pay rent, buy food and some other bulls but then I can barely afford any luxuries.
"There's no way I'm getting a raise." I griped "Maybe I should get a part time job on the side."
"I know a place that's looking for some night shift workers." Tsunade, my boss, said entering the room.
"You do?" I asked interested.
"Sure, meet me at the Green Street Coffee shop tonight around 8:30." She smiled "I'm sure you'll be perfect for this job."
"Great I'll see you there." I smiled.
Later
I was dressed in a casual T-shirt and jeans as I entered the small café on the corner of downtown. It was a nice quaint little place with a bar to order, a few tables and some chairs for college students to relax and work on things. It didn't take me long to find Miss Tsunade, she certainly stood out in her purple dress that left open a wide window to her cleavage.
"Hi there." I walked up to her table.
"Oh great you made it." She placed her coffee down "Come to the back with me would you."
I followed her to the back and was expecting to be led into an office to maybe meet the owner or manager but I was shocked to see her open a closet with a key and reveal a long staircase that dropped into darkness.
"Uhh?" I blinked.
"Come on don't stare keep up." Tsunade said descending the stairs into the dark.
Nervously I followed her only to see her open another door into a room I never imagined would exist. It was full of bright colorful purple and pink lights, there were speakers playing club music and set up around the room were various things, a bar for drinks, multiple stripper poles and a sign reading "Private area" and another that said "Dressing rooms."
"What is this place?" I gasped as the lights dimmed and then focused on one of the stages.
"And now dancing for your enjoyment, The lovely Rangiku."
Out walked a half-naked blonde woman with two very large breasts, all she was wearing was a tiger stripped bikini. She quickly started grinding and rubbing against the pole before doing a splint and throwing her top into the crowd and shaking her large bust.
"Welcome Sakura." Tsunade smiled "This, is called Club XXX, I own it with three other friends, here we have a haven for the rich people of the world to enjoy some of the luxuries they like."
She started showing me around.
"Here we have the stages for dancers, our most popular section." She laughed "In the back is the area where clients can book Private time with their favorite girls."
"Private, you mean like dances?" I asked.
"Oh no, much more than just a dance." She smiled slyly "This is a place for the rich to have fun out of the spotlight of prying eyes, which is why they pay us a fortune to keep quiet about things. What happens here stays here."
"So this is some kind of rich folks brothel?" I asked.
"Well you could describe it that way but it just sounds so vulgar." She laughed "We only have about a dozen employees right now but we're looking to expand, and I'd love to have you on board."
"What you asking me to be is a prostitute." I explained "I…I need to think about this for a bit."
"That's fine, tell you what let's use tonight as a chance for you to get your feet wet, an audition for me and a way for you to test the waters." She smiled before waving a woman over "Mirajane."
"Yes?" a busty white haired women in a black dress came out from behind the bar.
"This is Sakura, she's thinking about joining us "Why don't you set her up to dance in an hour, get her an outfit too."
"Of course, leave it to me." The girl smiled "Come on."
I followed the girl into the dressing room, there were a few other girls there, some of them seemed to have impossible curves. There was a large woman with green hair and tan skin chatting with a blond haired woman with equally tan skin, both with markings under their eyes.
"They're…well endowed." I gulped.
"Who Nel and Harribel?" Mira laughed "They've had some work done."
"Oh I see." I gulped.
"Here put this on." She handed me a golden Bikini that would fit my body in a skimpy fashion along with a pair of sexy high heels.
*GULP*
I nervously changed clothes before shivering and blushing with embarrassment.
"I'm not sure I can do this." I said nervously.
"Don't worry you'll be fine, just follow the beat and your body will do the rest." Mira smiled.
"O-Okay." I nodded trying to psyches myself up.
I just have to do this, even if I make my fool of myself this place is built for secrets so no one will judge.
"Now we have a new arrival to dance for you all tonight." The announcer said "A beautiful blossom Sakura!"
"Go on!" Mira pushed me out onto the stage where I nearly stumbled and lost my foot.
"Hmm…" I blushed and stood up as the music started.
I didn't move for a few seconds but slowly started to sway my hips and casually spin around the pole. It was nerve-racking to see dozens of pairs of eyes looking at me, studying me as I danced, looking at me like something to ogle, then again I suppose that's the point of this place. Slowly my dancing picked up, I started to recall some moves from old classes I had taken back in high school and began to spin and sway more and more, my hips shaking, my little butt wiggling from side to side and rubbing my flat chest against the pole. The patrons seemed to be eyeing me waiting for something and then I saw Mira nearby gesturing to my top and understood. I sensually reached back and pulled the strings causing the golden Bikini top to slid off my body, my chest exposed to the room, I didn't really have anything to show off up there so I offered up some more, I spun around and faced away from them, bent over and pulled my bottoms down over my cute butt, shaking it for them a bit. I danced nude for a bit, the cool air conditioned air tickling my bare skin as the music slowed and I gathered my clothes and headed to the back.
"Excellent job Sakura." Tsunade smiled meeting me in the back "Pretty good for a first timer."
"Thanks." I blushed tying the bikini back on.
"So will you be taking the job?" she asked "You'll work a schedule to start but if you get some senority you can set your own nights."
"I don't know…" I sighed "That was fun and all but I'm not sure about doing that all the time."
"Oh I almost forgot!" Tsunade reached into her purse "Here's what I owe you for that dance."
"Huh?" I counted the money "T-This much?!"
"Why is it too low?" she asked "We have to take some out since you only did a trial run normally you'd get paid a couple hundred more."
"More!" I gasped again "There's like two thousand dollars here!"
"Well starting rate for new dancers is two thousand five hundred." Tsunade said "the older more experienced girls can bring in five thousand a night just dancing, I told you they pay well to have us stay silent about our clients, and those book for individual private sessions can make double that, sometimes more for groups."
If I worked here just as a dancer every night for a week I'd make more than I make in a month doing just my office job.
"Alright I'll stay." I smiled "This is too good to pass up."
"Great." Tsunade hugged me "Just remember the golden rule."
"What happens here stays here." I smiled at her.
"Oh you're gonna fit right in." she laughed.
AN
Thank you for reading. Feedback is appreciated. Feel free to message me any questions or concerns.
We'll be focusing on Sakura for the first few chapters before the story gradually transitions to being about the club in general. Most times the clients will just be faceless nobodies but occasionally they may be a named character.
Suggest who you want to see in the future, any series is an option.
Next Time- Someone books Sakura for Private Time!
Till Next Time