Private Dancer
Chapter 1
There are pivotal moments in one's life where they take a deep breath and wonder exactly why they're doing what they are doing, who they are, and what the people around them actually think of them. After the auditions for Sacred Lotus In The Mire, one such moment occurred for Kyoko Mogami.
Was she limiting her experiences by not considering some of the new offers she had? She thought for awhile on that subject and leafed through the new offers for modeling and several scripts that would take her overseas, far from home or at least what she considered home now. She took a long sip of the sake that the Okami had brought to her and thought deeply. She carefully read and examined the three offers and took into consideration that they would allow her to travel abroad without disrupting her acting career. She had already spoken to Moko-san and even she believed that Kyoko should take them to expand her horizons. She sighed. "Well... They do pay quite well." She murmured and took another sip, then shot Sawara-san a confirmation email for all three. R'mandy's Rock Star Line; Secrets' Princess Collection and finally Cygne Noir for their perfume: Seduction and several of their makeup products. What made these offers even more appealing was that they had several amenities that would provide her with their products as long as she was one of their models. She smirked at that. Really can't go wrong with that. Free clothing and shoes, free makeup and perfume and I get paid for it! Hell yes! She took another sip.
She sighed deeply and realized that one of the offers was going to be a bit more difficult if she didn't develop a modeling persona to calm her nerves. For Secrets, it was going to be an insurmountable task without one. She would think on it later after making a few observations and speaking to Moko-san.
She leafed through the Acting offers. Her hand stopped on one that had a curious little pink post-it on it and froze a little.
[Kyoko-chan-, I have included this offer in your list. I am making it a LoveMe Mission for you. I firmly believe that this part will help you achieve one of your goals. I know very well that you can do this. I have witnessed your talents myself, so there is no denying it. You have an appointment with Nakazawa Wednesday morning at 8 am. Do not miss this opportunity. Your career depends upon it. -Lory Takarada.]
She sighed. She had a hunch why she was meeting with the head of the Music Department, Takarada-san had to have heard her singing at some point. Although she didn't believe she sounded that good, he must have at least heard something he liked. Obviously Sho never did. She grimaced at the thought. She may have implied that she was basically over this revenge thing and how he had treated her, but there was always this little voice at the back of her mind that demanded satisfaction.
She thumbed through the script and decided that, other than a few somewhat explicit love scenes, it was quite good. She cringed a little, it wasn't like she wasn't old enough to do those scenes and something like this had been looming over her ever since she was emancipated and signed her contract.
"Well... I suppose I can't be the perfect, pure as the driven snow, Japanese Maiden forever." She did not look forward to the research she would have to do. It wasn't like she knew absolutely nothing about sex, it was just embarrassing to talk to others about it, much less act it out. She had been exposed to plenty when she worked at the Fuwa Ryokan and whether anyone else realized it or not, men had not always been very gentlemanly around her. In her younger teen years, working at the Ryokan, working at the restaurants, several other jobs and some male neighbors when she moved to Tokyo, she had been groped and fondled more times than she could count.
Sure Sho's kiss wasn't her first French Kiss and it was very disgusting but to her, it was like all the others, it didn't count. What had really upset her that time was the fact that she never actually saw him that way, now that she though of it. Someone had mentioned that it was her first kiss and she just went with it so others wouldn't think she was some kind of loose woman. She snorted derisively and wondered what they would have thought of her second, very well-paying night job when they first came to Tokyo. One of the jobs she had quit when she discovered exactly what Sho thought of her.
FLASHBACK
She needed the money to keep the apartment that Sho had insisted on. She was determined to think of the job as just that, a job. She pushed her reservations about performing this type of job to the back of her mind. It was easy to with all of the tips she was bringing in from it. All she had to do was pretend she was someone else and shake her ass cutely, maybe sit in a lap or, two and occasionally take off her bra. It wasn't as if any of these men would ever see her again and she had even bleached her hair out in case they ever did. She was amazed at what makeup could do for a girl and a little temporary spray-on black dye could do for a cover-up.
Her roomie never even suspected. All he knew is, that he occasionally came home to a dark-haired, boring, girl with no sex-appeal. He didn't know that with her job, she could pay off the month's rent in one night. He never saw the flowers that she would occasionally spruce up her apartment with. He never knew about the expensive jewelry that her admirers would shower upon her in trying to convince her to date or, marry them in their drunken stupors.
"No sex-appeal my ass." She growled as she slipped on her stockings and smoothed them out in the dressing room.
"Something wrong, Amber?" Her friend asked as she groused while dressing.
"No..." She sighed and hung her head. "I was just very wrong about someone and got a wakeup call today." She admitted while pulling out her makeup and color contacts.
"Don't tell me it's that jerk you've been dating? Finally show his true colors?" Miki asked.
She sighed. "How did you know?" She asked as she ran the brush through her blonde hair.
Miki gave her a small smile. "I kind of expected something like this. Especially how you've described his behavior the past few weeks. I mean really... If he really cared about you, would you even be here? Would you be the only one paying the rent?" She tapped the card from LME that Kyoko kept tacked to her mirror. "You should audition. Show what you're made of, because I know you're more than this." She snapped her bra strap and giggled. "Not very many of us have your talent."
He may not have been the proper age to be in a place like this, but his drummer had highly recommended it to him. He had the hots for their main attraction. Amber was her name and she had the cutest little crescent-shaped birthmark on her left breast just below the nipple. She may not have had the ample DD cup that he was accustomed to, but she really knew how to use the B cup that she had. She was hot.
"What are you doing?" Sho asked as his Bassist dropped another 11,000 yen on the stage for her.
He smirked. "This is how you show the girls, your appreciation." He told him as Kyoko's garter pelted him in his chest and she giggled with a wink.
As Sho sat there and drooled over the little exotic dancer, the evening progressed and in her final act before she left the stage, her black lace cheeky panties came off to reveal a black sequined thong underneath. It was incredibly tantalizing. He had never witnessed something like this in all of his young life. Beautiful women taking their clothes off for him, no strings attached. The only thing he had to do was toss a few thousand yen on the stage and no commitments or, relationships involved. At the end of the evening, Sho and his band had dropped 500,000 yen on the stage for her and she felt very vindicated.
"Five month's rent. Not too bad. Too bad this was the only way I could get him to help out."
The next day, the day after Sho had her evicted from Fuji TV, she visited her landlord, had the locks on the door changed, quit all of her jobs except her job at the Darumaya. She really liked the older couple and they had treated her like a daughter.
END FLASHBACK
Sadly, it still pissed her off. He had walked in on her many times when they were living together and he obviously failed to notice that one little distinguishing mark on her when she was at the club. It proved exactly how little he thought of her.
