This is Not the Way
BedTymebear
12/23/02
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Disclaimer: If they were in the movie Labyrinth, I don't own them. Eliana is mine. You use her, and don't credit me, I'll sue you. The song belongs to Britney Spears, and I don't own it, ok?
Authors Notes: This is my second Labyrinth fanfiction, and hopefully it will be finished unlike its predecessor. I hope you enjoy, and if you do read it, please R&R, with any ideas, suggestions or comments. Thanks, Nat.
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"Hey Sar, your on," Eliana's voice called out. Sarah nodded at Eliana and glanced at herself in the mirror one more time. What was she doing to herself? Dark makeup adorned her light face, making her look like a harlott, trashy. The urge to wipe it all off right then nearly overpowered her, but she harnessed her willpower and forced herself to the stage. No longer was this young girl an innocent book worm, but the dancer Sari at The Lucky Leopord, a trashy mens club on the outskirts of town. Sari adjusted her tight bustier and corset, and wiggled the black lacy garter she wore further up her shapely thigh. With a sigh, Sari went on stage.
There were no lights on, so she blended in perfectly. She took her place at the pole, her hands clasped around the top, her ankles wrapped about the bottom. Her back was arched into the cold piece of metal, her eyes were closed and her chest was heaving with each breath she took, only adding to the seductivness of her act. As 'Slave 4 U' started playing, her body went into automatic mode.
I know I may be young but I've got feelings too
Sarah's eyes opened with a start as the lights flashed on.
And I need to do what I feel like doing
Her arms flew out to their full span, and her head flipped back, giving the men everything they wanted to see.
So let me go and just listen
Her ankles unwrapped, and she abruptly about-faced, allowing the gawking men to see her rear.
All you people look at me like I'm a little girl
'Little girl,' she thought to herself. 'Thats all I am.... still a little girl.' She twisted around the pole, tossing her leg out to tease the swarm of men now watching her.
Well did you ever think it'd be ok for me to step into this world?
'Step in this world? No, it was never ok, and it never will be ok.' Her mind bitterly cursed her and her decision as she spun around and around the brace.
Always saying, "Little girl, don't step into the club"
'Not this club, I should have never stepped in any club, especially not this one.' Her body untwisted itself and made its own way to the chair.
Well I'm just tryin' to find out why, 'cause dancing's what I love, yeah
'I don't love this. I hate it, I want out,' Sarah put all her weight on her hands which were on the back of the chair. She jumped up, doing a split in mid air, and landed spread eagle on the chair.
Get it, get it, get it, get it
'Get what? You whore,' her mind taunted. Her hips rolled clockwise, grinding into the chair.
Get it, get it, get it, get it
'Oh yeah, I'm really getting it,' she thought. Her hips switched and began rolling counterclockwise. Sarah had to begin blocking out the cat calls and profane remarks, she sent herself to the place where she got away from it all. Back to the Labyrinth, with her real friends, and her former foe. It was the place where she could escape her real enemy, herself.
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Her hips began alternating between clockwise and counter clockwise. Her mind had run out of insults for the moment, allowing her to be happy, and drift to happier times.
I know I may come off quiet
'Quiet. Thats what you used to be. Now your a little slut.' Her mind wouldn't let her be, even when she tried to be happy. She arched up from the chair and closed her legs, inducing boo's from the crowd.
I may come off shy
'If this is shy, then what did you used to be?' Her antagonistic mind called. She kicked her leg up, giving them all an eyeful, which more than made up for the lack thereof before.
But I feel like talkin', feel like dancin' when I see this guy
'Yeah, thats the only way you will ever get a guy, acting like the whore you are,' her mind and her subconsious began grappling over the control of her. Her psychopseumatic response system was still physical, as she dropped into a Chinese Split.
What's practical, what's logical, what the hell, who cares
'You don't do you, whore?' Her mind continued. Sarah switched into an American Split and felt the bills being shoved into her shoes.
All I know is I'm so happy when you're dancing there
'Who is you? There is no you in your life,' the non verbal voice sneered. Sarah pushed up, standing her full 5'9" height.
I'm a slave for you
'Slave to who? You are a slave to me Sarah, not to anyone else,' her dominating mind screamed. Sarah loosened the ties on the restricting corset, eliciting oohs and ahhs from the crowd.
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
'You can't hold me. You can't control me Sarah,' it reminded her. Sarah swept up some of the bills from the side of the stage and stuffed them down her corset.
I'm a slave for you
'Haha, yes you are a slave to me,' It called... her mind being its own. She repeated her last action with the other side of the stage, picking the money up and stuffing it again.
I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it
'You only wish you could hide it,' Her mind released its final taunt. She picked up the remaining bills and placed them with the rest, stuffed down her corset.
She walked off stage, swishing her derriere behind her. Just as she reached the end, she saw her manager, Benny, and a bouncer talking with one of the customers. She stole a glance at him and did not recognize him at all, and noted that he must be new. From what she heard of it, he was requesting a private dance, and from the gestures he was making, he wanted it from her. Club policy doesn't allow them though, and suddenly, Sarah was very thankful for it.
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Sarah scrubbed her face of all her makeup, careful not to damage her costume in any way. She then carefully unlaced her corset and bustier in her dressing room, leaning over her desk so she didn't loose any of the bills she had collected. After all the money was on the table, Sarah slipped into some comfortable jeans and a baggy t-shirt to cover her figure and avoid being harassed as she was walking to her car. All through counting her money, her mind kept drifting back to the man asking for her. She wasn't quite sure why, but he was intriguing, and she wanted to talk to him. A knock on her door snapped her from her dream world and brought her back to real life.
"Come in!" She called, knowing it would be Eliana.
"Hey Sar-bear," Eliana greeted warmly. She had always been fond of Sarah, and felt bad for her and her situation.
"Hey Eliana, how was your night?" Sarah asked cordially.
"It went pretty good, but from the looks of it, yours went better," She responeded, gesturing to the pile of money on her desk.
"Yeah, 400 bucks. I won't have to do this much longer E," Sarah said, hope sifting its way into her voice. Eliana smiled at her and patted her hand, letting her know that she would always be there for her. Within a moment, Eliana was gone and Sarah had packed her bag for the night and was headed home.
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As she came out from the office, Sarah caught a glimpse of the man who had asked for her earlier. Knowing that he wouldn't recognize her now, without the slutty outfit or makeup, she decided to approach him. She walked over to him, making sure to walk normally, so she did not give herself away. She had never seen the man before, and he didn't look like this was his usual choice of escape. He was sipping on a rum and coke, not paying attention to his surroundings.
'Huh, must be drinking away a memory or his mind,' Sarah thought. She finally decided to speak, so she moved closer and leaned over the table a little bit, so he could better hear her.
"Whatcha doin' Tiger?" She purred, forgetting her attempts to sound like a normal run of the mill woman. He looked up from his drink at her in an air of mystery, raising a questionning eyebrow at her.
"Which one are you?" He asked knowingly.
"What do you mean?" She feinged.
"Which dancer are you?" He asked again, trying to simplify it for her, in case she didn't understand what he was asking.
"What makes you think I am a dancer?" She socratized.
"You are a woman, one, in a mens club. You are a normally dressed woman in a men's club, two. I think that makes it more than obvious," He responded, not missing a beat. He picked up his drink and took another sip of it, not breaking eye contact with her. She was almost afraid of him, his cool responses taking her back to the Labyrinth, 7 years ago. She had been scared of the Goblin King then, but she was grown now. She had no reason to be afraid of this man, and if she did, a bouncer would walk her out.
"Alright, you got me, I'm a dancer. Whats it to ya?" She answered cooly. The man replaced his drink on the napkin that lay across the table. He half stood, so he was very close to her head, with the ability to do anything to her. She was frozen, fear coursing through her veins. She looked down, and then closed her eyes, preparing for the worst. She felt his seemingly gentle face brushed across her hair, his mouth resting at her ear.
"This is not the way, Sarah," he whispered gently, calling her by the name she used to answer to, but a name that no one other than Eliana knew. She was scared, but she bowed her head lower and realized something. The way he said her name... Jareth had said it that way, not just Sare-uh as many people called her, or Sar-uh, but he, he called her name, Sarah, as it sounded, a quality that distinctly belonged to that of a British accent. Like his. Sarah shuddered and prepared herself to look back up at the man that who reminded her of Him, but resembled him naught. However, when she raised her head and opened her eyes, he was gone.
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Authors Notes: Well!? How did you like it! Review me and I'll continue. If I get bad reviews or flames then I won't continue.
BedTymebear
12/23/02
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Disclaimer: If they were in the movie Labyrinth, I don't own them. Eliana is mine. You use her, and don't credit me, I'll sue you. The song belongs to Britney Spears, and I don't own it, ok?
Authors Notes: This is my second Labyrinth fanfiction, and hopefully it will be finished unlike its predecessor. I hope you enjoy, and if you do read it, please R&R, with any ideas, suggestions or comments. Thanks, Nat.
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"Hey Sar, your on," Eliana's voice called out. Sarah nodded at Eliana and glanced at herself in the mirror one more time. What was she doing to herself? Dark makeup adorned her light face, making her look like a harlott, trashy. The urge to wipe it all off right then nearly overpowered her, but she harnessed her willpower and forced herself to the stage. No longer was this young girl an innocent book worm, but the dancer Sari at The Lucky Leopord, a trashy mens club on the outskirts of town. Sari adjusted her tight bustier and corset, and wiggled the black lacy garter she wore further up her shapely thigh. With a sigh, Sari went on stage.
There were no lights on, so she blended in perfectly. She took her place at the pole, her hands clasped around the top, her ankles wrapped about the bottom. Her back was arched into the cold piece of metal, her eyes were closed and her chest was heaving with each breath she took, only adding to the seductivness of her act. As 'Slave 4 U' started playing, her body went into automatic mode.
I know I may be young but I've got feelings too
Sarah's eyes opened with a start as the lights flashed on.
And I need to do what I feel like doing
Her arms flew out to their full span, and her head flipped back, giving the men everything they wanted to see.
So let me go and just listen
Her ankles unwrapped, and she abruptly about-faced, allowing the gawking men to see her rear.
All you people look at me like I'm a little girl
'Little girl,' she thought to herself. 'Thats all I am.... still a little girl.' She twisted around the pole, tossing her leg out to tease the swarm of men now watching her.
Well did you ever think it'd be ok for me to step into this world?
'Step in this world? No, it was never ok, and it never will be ok.' Her mind bitterly cursed her and her decision as she spun around and around the brace.
Always saying, "Little girl, don't step into the club"
'Not this club, I should have never stepped in any club, especially not this one.' Her body untwisted itself and made its own way to the chair.
Well I'm just tryin' to find out why, 'cause dancing's what I love, yeah
'I don't love this. I hate it, I want out,' Sarah put all her weight on her hands which were on the back of the chair. She jumped up, doing a split in mid air, and landed spread eagle on the chair.
Get it, get it, get it, get it
'Get what? You whore,' her mind taunted. Her hips rolled clockwise, grinding into the chair.
Get it, get it, get it, get it
'Oh yeah, I'm really getting it,' she thought. Her hips switched and began rolling counterclockwise. Sarah had to begin blocking out the cat calls and profane remarks, she sent herself to the place where she got away from it all. Back to the Labyrinth, with her real friends, and her former foe. It was the place where she could escape her real enemy, herself.
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Her hips began alternating between clockwise and counter clockwise. Her mind had run out of insults for the moment, allowing her to be happy, and drift to happier times.
I know I may come off quiet
'Quiet. Thats what you used to be. Now your a little slut.' Her mind wouldn't let her be, even when she tried to be happy. She arched up from the chair and closed her legs, inducing boo's from the crowd.
I may come off shy
'If this is shy, then what did you used to be?' Her antagonistic mind called. She kicked her leg up, giving them all an eyeful, which more than made up for the lack thereof before.
But I feel like talkin', feel like dancin' when I see this guy
'Yeah, thats the only way you will ever get a guy, acting like the whore you are,' her mind and her subconsious began grappling over the control of her. Her psychopseumatic response system was still physical, as she dropped into a Chinese Split.
What's practical, what's logical, what the hell, who cares
'You don't do you, whore?' Her mind continued. Sarah switched into an American Split and felt the bills being shoved into her shoes.
All I know is I'm so happy when you're dancing there
'Who is you? There is no you in your life,' the non verbal voice sneered. Sarah pushed up, standing her full 5'9" height.
I'm a slave for you
'Slave to who? You are a slave to me Sarah, not to anyone else,' her dominating mind screamed. Sarah loosened the ties on the restricting corset, eliciting oohs and ahhs from the crowd.
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
'You can't hold me. You can't control me Sarah,' it reminded her. Sarah swept up some of the bills from the side of the stage and stuffed them down her corset.
I'm a slave for you
'Haha, yes you are a slave to me,' It called... her mind being its own. She repeated her last action with the other side of the stage, picking the money up and stuffing it again.
I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it
'You only wish you could hide it,' Her mind released its final taunt. She picked up the remaining bills and placed them with the rest, stuffed down her corset.
She walked off stage, swishing her derriere behind her. Just as she reached the end, she saw her manager, Benny, and a bouncer talking with one of the customers. She stole a glance at him and did not recognize him at all, and noted that he must be new. From what she heard of it, he was requesting a private dance, and from the gestures he was making, he wanted it from her. Club policy doesn't allow them though, and suddenly, Sarah was very thankful for it.
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Sarah scrubbed her face of all her makeup, careful not to damage her costume in any way. She then carefully unlaced her corset and bustier in her dressing room, leaning over her desk so she didn't loose any of the bills she had collected. After all the money was on the table, Sarah slipped into some comfortable jeans and a baggy t-shirt to cover her figure and avoid being harassed as she was walking to her car. All through counting her money, her mind kept drifting back to the man asking for her. She wasn't quite sure why, but he was intriguing, and she wanted to talk to him. A knock on her door snapped her from her dream world and brought her back to real life.
"Come in!" She called, knowing it would be Eliana.
"Hey Sar-bear," Eliana greeted warmly. She had always been fond of Sarah, and felt bad for her and her situation.
"Hey Eliana, how was your night?" Sarah asked cordially.
"It went pretty good, but from the looks of it, yours went better," She responeded, gesturing to the pile of money on her desk.
"Yeah, 400 bucks. I won't have to do this much longer E," Sarah said, hope sifting its way into her voice. Eliana smiled at her and patted her hand, letting her know that she would always be there for her. Within a moment, Eliana was gone and Sarah had packed her bag for the night and was headed home.
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As she came out from the office, Sarah caught a glimpse of the man who had asked for her earlier. Knowing that he wouldn't recognize her now, without the slutty outfit or makeup, she decided to approach him. She walked over to him, making sure to walk normally, so she did not give herself away. She had never seen the man before, and he didn't look like this was his usual choice of escape. He was sipping on a rum and coke, not paying attention to his surroundings.
'Huh, must be drinking away a memory or his mind,' Sarah thought. She finally decided to speak, so she moved closer and leaned over the table a little bit, so he could better hear her.
"Whatcha doin' Tiger?" She purred, forgetting her attempts to sound like a normal run of the mill woman. He looked up from his drink at her in an air of mystery, raising a questionning eyebrow at her.
"Which one are you?" He asked knowingly.
"What do you mean?" She feinged.
"Which dancer are you?" He asked again, trying to simplify it for her, in case she didn't understand what he was asking.
"What makes you think I am a dancer?" She socratized.
"You are a woman, one, in a mens club. You are a normally dressed woman in a men's club, two. I think that makes it more than obvious," He responded, not missing a beat. He picked up his drink and took another sip of it, not breaking eye contact with her. She was almost afraid of him, his cool responses taking her back to the Labyrinth, 7 years ago. She had been scared of the Goblin King then, but she was grown now. She had no reason to be afraid of this man, and if she did, a bouncer would walk her out.
"Alright, you got me, I'm a dancer. Whats it to ya?" She answered cooly. The man replaced his drink on the napkin that lay across the table. He half stood, so he was very close to her head, with the ability to do anything to her. She was frozen, fear coursing through her veins. She looked down, and then closed her eyes, preparing for the worst. She felt his seemingly gentle face brushed across her hair, his mouth resting at her ear.
"This is not the way, Sarah," he whispered gently, calling her by the name she used to answer to, but a name that no one other than Eliana knew. She was scared, but she bowed her head lower and realized something. The way he said her name... Jareth had said it that way, not just Sare-uh as many people called her, or Sar-uh, but he, he called her name, Sarah, as it sounded, a quality that distinctly belonged to that of a British accent. Like his. Sarah shuddered and prepared herself to look back up at the man that who reminded her of Him, but resembled him naught. However, when she raised her head and opened her eyes, he was gone.
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Authors Notes: Well!? How did you like it! Review me and I'll continue. If I get bad reviews or flames then I won't continue.