Disclaimer- I do not own Rosario+Vampire or any of its characters.
She swayed left and right to the music, spreading her legs as she slid her body down the pole between her ample breasts.
The crowd wolf-whistled and cheered.
Her dancing was supreme, her facial expression erotic, but her eyes of deep violet said something else.
She stripped off her white blouse, exposing lacy black under covering.
Money rained down the walkway as she slid off her skirt. Swaying her hips, she danced in her laced panties, before she unclasped her bra, her breasts jiggling to the motion.
The crowd cheered beastly as more money was thrown at her.
She never did make eye contact with the crowd, always danced as if she were dancing to herself and no one else.
She never did well in school either. Always relied on her mother, who had also dropped education for the sake of partying and other activities.
Gifted with a voluptuous figure, she was defiantly an eye-catcher, just like her daughter.
Never would she have thought that it would come to this.
Never would she have thought that her mother would be killed in such a way. Violation.
She took off her panties, exposing her womanhood and throwing it into the crowd for one of her watchers to pick up. She did her final routine, jumping up to wrap her thighs around the pole and using her hands to hoist her legs into the air. She ended it with a daring upside-down split as she flipped and lowered her body to the ground.
Bending over, she collected the money, ignoring the cheers and whistles of the crowd as she retreated out the back door.
Bouncers blocked the exit from obsessive fans as she left.
She stepped into her room at the club and locked the door.
She slid down the wall, where she collapsed in a fit of choked sobs.
Why had it become like this? When had it become like this? How had it become like this?
She wiped away her tears, smudged mascara blotched on her fingertips. Her lip quivered as she put her forehead on her knees.
He stared at the now-empty stage. The single lone pole that stuck out from the shiny floor. He never usually went to clubs like these, but his friend just wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"So Tsukune, how was it?" His friend asked, his dark hair shiny in the dim lights.
The young adult shook his head. "Sorry, Gin, but I'm not really into this kind of stuff..."
Gin slapped Tsukune on the back, a smirk playing on his handsome features. "You gotta admit, she's pretty hot."
Tsukune didn't take his eyes off the stage. "Yeah..."
There was something about the busty teen, a certain sadness that was to be expected from strippers who had no choice but to use their body to make money.
"I think her name was Kurumu or something." Gin shrugged. "Guess it doesn't really matter."
"Yeah." Tsukune said again absentmindedly, causing his friend to pull him into a playful headlock.
"Did all that business get to your head, buddy? Being the owner of one of the top model agencies in the world, hm? Well you could still at least try to pay attention to your old friend!" Gin growled.
Tsukune chuckled, his voice muffled by the loud music of the club.
"Sorry Gin." He apologized when his friend had let go of him.
Dusting off his shirt, Tsukune spoke his aloud thoughts. "Say...Gin..."
Gin was about to make a sharp remark when he noticed the air of seriousness that surrounded his brown-haired friend. He raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"
"Didn't that girl look...sad?" Tsukune asked quietly.
"I guess." Was Gin's curt answer. "I didn't really pay attention to that."
'Just like him to think about things like this...' Gin added silently to himself.
After a few moments of blasting music, screaming crowds, and quiet company, Tsukune spoke up. "I'm going to invite her to my agency as a model." He announced.
Gin did a double-take. "Wha...? Man, I know she's pretty but...what would they say about you taking one of Japan's hottest strippers under your wing? It'll look bad!"
Tsukune shook his head again. "I'm still going to do it...and besides, it won't look bad."
Gin scoffed. "They're going to say that she seduced you into letting her in or something...I mean...you did turn down the prettiest babes."
"Only because they didn't look like they were up to the job." Tsukune retorted quietly, walking towards the direction that Kurumu had went.
Gin was about to call after him when the bouncers spoke to Tsukune sharply.
"No entrance beyond this area." The stocky man said.
"Aono Tsukune, owner of the Rosario Cross Modeling Agency." Tsukune stated.
"You are still not allowed entrance beyond this area." The other man replied flatly.
Tsukune cringed inwardly. 'And I thought it would work...it always worked in those god awful American Reality TV shows...'
"It's alright guys, he's with me!" Gin put an arm around Tsukune's shoulder.
The bouncers exchanged glances, then stepped aside.
Tsukune was thoroughly shocked.
"Gin...?" Tsukune mouthed wordlessly, staring at his friend in confusion.
"These guys owe me, Tsukune." Gin waved him off. "Nothing to worry about."
Tsukune thanked him before disappearing behind the large metal double-doors. Gulping, he walked down the hallway.
Tsukune checked the rooms, peering beyond each of the opened doors. He felt like a peeping tom. Sighing to himself, he put an arm behind his neck.
Soon, he heard a series of sobs echoing down the deserted hallway.
"Kurumu?" He asked himself, following the depressing sound.
Hesitantly, he put his hand on the door knob and twisted it. Locked.
The crying stopped.
"W-Who's there?" The muffled voice wafted through the door.
"It's Tsukune..." He said, at a loss for words.
Kurumu sniffed. No way could it be The Aono Tsukune.
"What do you want?" She asked, her voice bumpy with emotions.
Tsukune cleared his throat. "I, ah...I want to invite you to join my modeling agency, Rosario Cross Modeling Agency to be specific."
Kurumu's eyes widened. So it was Aono Tsukune? Her feelings of awe and excitement disappeared in an instant.
"I-I have no education..." She said quietly. "No degree..."
"It's alright." Tsukune assured.
Kurumu was ready to burst out into tears again. Tears of joy, but it sounded all too good, so she remained silent.
A few moments passed before Tsukune spoke up again. "I...I understand if you don't want to come, but...the offer will always stand." Tsukune smiled to himself as he slipped a card under Kurumu's door.
"If you decide to join...just call the number. I'll send somebody to pick you up." Tsukune assured.
Kurumu eyed the sleek white card.
Tsukune turned and was about to walk away when he heard Kurumu speak again.
"W-wait...I..I want to come." She said, almost desperately.
Tsukune turned back.
"Just give me a moment..." Tsukune heard the shuffling of cloths before the knob turned.
In the doorway stood the beautiful Kuruno Kurumu, with her messy hair and smudged eyes.
The bluette looked down, a light blush of embarrassment tinting her cheeks. She had forgotten to properly prepare herself.
She was surprised when Tsukune stretched his hand out towards her.
-Tsukune...- She thought breathlessly as she took his warm hand in hers.
"Well, let's go shall we? I'm sure this club will receive quite a shock when they realize that their most beautiful member has gone." He joked, causing Kurumu to blush harder.
"O-oh, I-I didn't mean...!" Tsukune put his other hand behind his head in embarrassment.
"Haha..." He laughed nervously.
'Please don't slap me...' He prayed.
Kurumu laughed with him, a light cheery laughter that caused Tsukune to pause and stare at her in awe. She was so beautiful when she was smiling.
Kurumu pointed towards another doorway. "That's where we should go to get out of here. I left a note saying that I was going to leave this place."
Tsukune was impressed. She had saved him some work. "Thanks Kurumu-chan." He said to her gratefully as he began leading the busty violet-eyed beauty towards the back door.