I felt like writing this because nobody seems to be in the mood for reviewing at the moment… Oddly that happens a lot on fanfic… Oh well, I'm writing on a him, so any and all reviews are appreciated I suppose… Or none… Whatever you feel like doing… I just wanted to write something down… I'm bored because I drew my pretty picture already and now I have nothing else to do…
Good Girls Go Bad.
(Asterisks will be explained at end of story…)
"Kimiko, it's your shift, get moving…!"
Responding to the loud shouting from her incredibly overweight boss, Kimiko ran out of the changing room, squeaking out a , "Right away sir!"
She stepped out into the larger room, full of other girls; all dressed exactly as she was. Each of them were wearing equally skimpy uniforms that had either cat tails, fox tails, wolf tails, or Kimiko's dragon tail. All the other girls had ears on their heads, Kimiko had to put on a shimmering green scaly mask. It matched her tail.
Kimiko's outfit consisted of the pale green bikini top and bottom, on which was the shimmering dragon tail that somehow managed to stand up a little on its own, shimmering mask, and her pale green heels; oh, and her stockings that were underneath her bikini bottom and stretching down to her toes. They were uncomfortable around her smaller toes, so she cut those parts off so that only her big toes held the stockings in place.
She had always hated wearing the skimpy outfit, but she had been given the only dragon outfit, and that had made it a little more bearable. Although, she had been given the outfit for a reason, had she not? Kimiko had a unique gift…
This gift you inquire? Well, ever since she was little, Kimiko had been able to control fire and use it as a weapon. And when she was younger, she had learned to control her fire as a lethal weapon. She often reminisced about her days at the Xiaolin Temple, six years ago now, and it often made her sad to remember the friends she had then.
Her friends… Omi. Clay. Raimundo. All of them off on their own now…
Omi, the controller of water, had remained at the Temple to become the master of the place. He had always been the strongest of the four of them. He had always been so powerful, and so determined. Water weakened, even put out, flames, so naturally she felt like soot next to him. And remembering Omi's power and success made her sad.
Clay, the master of the earth. He was off in Texas, raising a big family and juggling pigs. He had always said that was his secret passion; apparently he meant it. Clay had always been strong, but so kind and quiet. He was like the earth; firm and unmoving, but gentle enough to raise life.
Raimundo, now a professional surfer in Brazil, one of her closest friends, and her admitted first crush, had been the harnesser of wind. Wind made flames stronger, didn't it? Whenever she thought of him, she felt stronger and she felt more determined to figure out how she wanted to spend the rest of her life.
Kimiko sighed to herself as she began walking around the room. She had talked her way out of having to degrade herself by partaking in the activities the other girls did. Talked meaning threatened with fire.
Her boss probably would have fired her, were she not as incredibly beautiful as she was. Kimiko had grown since her days as a little monk. She had bigger curves, longer legs, a thinner frame, a less stout stature, oh, and her deathly pale skin had only gotten more radiant with her age. But adding her newfound looks to her already striking jet black hair and pale skin only made Kimiko more valuable.
Men often begged Kimiko just to dance for them. They'd pay any amount to see her strut her stuff. It was humiliating to see men do that to themselves, just for a good time, but Kimiko also found enjoyment in seeing them squirm. Fire may have been the giver of light, but fire also was the destroyer of life. Since the beginning she had had a little evil/angry streak in her, but kindness and bravery had always won out over that lesser feeling.
Kimiko was strolling about the room, running her eyes over everyone in the place. One man was continuously asking her to come over to where he was, but she refused to do so. He didn't look like he particularly cared who the girl was, as long as she was a girl.
One of her friends, in the only bunny suit, Keiko, was currently giving one man a very nice lap-dance. Kimiko always found it funny when she did that, her bunny tail looked crumpled afterwards. Kimiko always laughed at the crumpled bunny tail.
Kimiko groaned after not really seeing anyone she found 'worthy' of her, and sat down on one of the large green couches. Green wasn't really her color, but her boss had assigned it to her because of her fire stuff. Occasionally, Kimiko would perform a dance for the patrons. When she saw her boss motioning to her, she realized tonight was one of those nights.
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"C'mon guys, this place is incredible, the girls here are totally fuckable!" the tall boy with crimson red hair said, pushing open a door and leading his companions inside.
"Come here often Jack?" the taller boy with messy brown hair asked, smirking snidely. Jack scowled at the man.
A man/boy with a big yellow head walked in after them and muttered, "I have been feeling a little horny lately…"
"You've really grown from the naiive young monk, haven't you Omi?" a man with long black hair asked him. Jack had invited him too, he thought everyone deserved to come here.
Omi looked at the man with black hair and said, "I am seventeen now Chase, a night on the town is no solution…" Even though he had grown up, Omi hadn't outgrown his lack of knowledge on modern-day lingo.
"No problem Omi, problem!" the brown haired boy groaned, "You still never get that right…"
"Yes, well, I'm just saddened that friend Clay could not join us in our night of merrymaking…" Omi mumbled to himself.
"Om, Clay's got a fiancée now. If he came to this, he'd be getting a beating when he got home," the brown haired man said with a smile.
"Raimundo, what makes you say that? Does this place not prove that women will do anything to receive pleasure from am an?" Omi inquired. Everyone literally had sweat-drops on their foreheads at that.
Raimundo muttered a 'not exactly' and the four of them went and found themselves a nice few seats.
Jack immediately paid for one girl to start pumping him, Raimundo and the others weren't as experienced with this place yet, so it took them a little while to figure out who to pick and what to ask for. Raimundo asked for a lap-dance to start. Omi asked for a BJ* from a girl in an orange fox costume. Chase was just sitting there, disgusted by how the women were willing to do anything for the money the men had. True, he was incredibly aroused by what he saw, but he wanted his woman to be unique, clean, and not so desperate. Chase always was the picky one…
The guys had been there for a good twenty minutes when suddenly the catwalk was in use. Each of them looked up to see what was going on, and each was instantly entranced by the goddess snaking her way around each pole and slithering around seductively; tempting them with her feminine wiles.
Staring up at her, each man went rock hard at the beauty before them. Her long black hair swishing around her shoulders and behind her pale back. Her deathly pale skin. Her enticingly thin frame accented the large size of her breasts, jiggling ever so slightly as she danced for them. Her body swayed and waved as she lowered her center of gravity and swayed her hips. Each man was practically coming for her as she wrapped herself around a metal pole and spinning the way down. Her legs wrapped around the cold, smooth metal, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her lips parted in a gasp of ecstasy; each man was holding themselves back at this point.
When she finished, she had one leg in the air, the other still around the pole, both arms gripping the metal, and her head rested daintily upon her shoulder. She gazed dreamily at the men in the audience, and cash was immediately poured upon her for that erotic performance.
Kimiko had learned one other lesson while at the Xiaolin Temple; how to tease guys by being a girl. Dyrus the mermaid had shown her what seduction could get her, and Kimiko played it up.
Standing up, and bowing just a little, Kimiko looked at the faces in the crowd, which had grown substantially. She saw faces that seemed oddly familiar to her. Staring from the gorgeous men with brown, black, and red hair, her eyes widened when they landed upon the bald man with the gigantic yellow head. No matter how much time passed, she'd never forget that head!
"Omi…?" she whispered, staring in shock. Her mind finally registered that the other men with him were Raimundo, Jack, and Chase. She wanted to scream and run and jump up and hug them all at the same time. They had all seen her dark side; something she had only ever shown Keiko before.
Going to her green couch, Kimiko sat and rubbed her temple. "Oh, this is baaaad….." she muttered in desperation. Sitting and thinking, Kimiko wasn't sure how to deal with the situation. She could either deny everything if they figured out; wait, how would they figure out? She had only recognized Omi because of his enormous head. How would any of them recognize her? Oh wait… She had used a little of her fire techniques when she was teasing the men… Maybe if she just pretended like she was just another whory prostitute in the place, they'd not realize…
'OH SHIT! JACK AND CHASE ARE HEADING THIS WAY! Quick Kimiko, think of something…!'
When the two men from her past approached her, Kimiko quickly put on an act and asked cutely, "Did you fellas enjoy the show?"
Kimiko noticed Chase's lips twitch upward into a smirk ever so slightly; never a good sign. She knew from experience. You see, Chase was the ultimate evil villain from her past. Immortal, controls an army of warrior-cats, oh, and he can turn into a dragon; yeah, evil is putting it mildly.
Jack was evil too, but not nearly as awesomely* evil as Chase. He was more of a nuisance…
Jack said happily, "did we ever! Miss, we were wondering if you'd be willing to do a three-way…"
Kimiko nearly choked on her own throat. A THREE-WAY? Um, no! Not happening! WHAT WERE THEY, CRAZY?
Kimiko cleared herself up and replied, as calmly as she physically could, "I'm sorry, but I don't do those kinds of services…"
Jack stared in shock, but Chase raised an eyebrow; also a bad sign. After a moment or two, Jack went back to the guys, dejectedly, and he muttered to them, "No good guys, she won't do it…" Omi and Raimundo looked disappointed.
Chase stayed and stared at her. Kimiko was beginning to feel really REALLY nervous. Had he figured out it was her? Chase always seemed to be the smart one… He had figured out it was her when she had pretended to be Jack that one day…*
Finally Chase spoke, "I like the dragon costume-esque…" Kimiko smiled weakly and nodded her head once. Chase's eyes narrowed and he whispered softly, "Compliments the fire nicely…" He had added emphasis to fire! CRAP! HE KNOWS!
Kimiko swallowed down a lump previously unnoticed on her throat and Chase lowered himself so that he was sitting beside her. Kimiko's muscles stiffened up instantly and her spine went rigid.
He looked her over once, then he reached up a gloved hand to stroke behind her ear and under her chin affectionately. Smirking, chase leaned in close to her and whispered into her ear, "You were such a good girl before… Now you've become so bad…"
Chills ran down her spine, and Kimiko tried to keep herself from giving herself away. As long as Chase knew, there was no telling what he'd do with this knowledge.
Finally Chase whispered, "Do the others know…Kimiko…?"
Kimiko twitched at the sound of her name on his lips. She shook her head slowly from side to side.
"Well," he whispered, "we wouldn't want them finding out this awful knowledge would we…?" Kimiko looked at him, fear now evident in her eyes.
"W-what do you want…?" Kimiko stuttered the question.
Chase grinned a very reptilian grin at her and he whispered, tilting his head ever so slightly, "Kiss me…"
Kimiko inhaled sharply and looked at the others. They were all watching her and Chase, waiting to see what would happen.
Seeing the looks in their eyes, Kimiko couldn't bring herself to move, let alone kiss him. She swallowed once more and whispered, "Forget it…"
Chase blinked, but smirked devilishly. He turned away from her and motioned to the others with his free hand. They all walked over, slowly because they didn't really know what was going on.
They were each before them, and Chase said softly, taking hold of Kimiko's dragon mask, "Everyone… Amy I re-introduce you to…" he pulled the mask off her head, Kimiko flinched and shut her eyes instinctively, "…The Dragon of fire… Kimiko Tohomiko…"
Everyone's eyes widened with a mix of shock, horror, lust, fear, pity, sorrow, love, and unadulterated passion as they recognized her. It really was Kimiko! Why was she here? What had happened after she left the Temple?
Kimiko kept her eyes shut tight, but she felt Chase's lips brush against her ear and she felt, but heard nothing, as he whispered, "You're such a bad girl, Kimiko…"
I think I might make this into a story…! I had this dream last night, where Kimiko was in a strip club and Chase was one of the patrons… So I was like, let's expand it!
Want me to make this an all-out story?
I think it's very dirty, but that's to be expected…
Oh, right, the asterisks…
*1 BJ- Blow Job. If you don't know what that is, then I apologize.
*2 Awesomely- As in 'creates awe and/or fear' Not good or great
*3 Reference to the original episode Hannibal's Revenge.
I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT THE SCENARIO AND IDEA!, Oh, and my name…
GREATDARKNOODLEKING OUT HOME-SKILLET!