Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. I make no money from this piece of fiction. I do not own any song lyrics that may or may not appear. This is not suitable for minors.
Chapter 1
Quistis Trepe sighed as she finished tonight's make up by swiping a glossy red lipstick over her full lips. Her deep red hair cascaded around her shoulders and neckline in soft waves and her bangs, almost covering her eyebrows, were as sharp and straight as a sword.
She took off her glasses and put in hazel coloured contacts to complete her disguise.
She took a quick look in the long mirror at the back of the dresser and the corners of her lips upturned ever so slightly in satisfaction at the sight of her reflection. She no longer looked like herself, and should not be recognised.
She stood up and walked across the room stopping in front of a long rail with countless items of clothing hung from it. She carefully looked over each garment for the perfect outfit to wear, before finalising her choice and pulling it down from the rail.
Her frame shrugged out of the thin satin robe letting it fall to the floor, and she started to put on her chosen outfit.
There was a sharp knock at the door. "5 minutes until you're up," came a deep voice from the other side.
Quistis knew this was her last night to find her target. Her intel had suggested he enjoyed frequenting the strip clubs, however the rest of the intel was scarce. All she had to go on was a name, barely any form of a description and the knowledge that he was illegally trading items.
Locating a trader wasn't usually a problem that needed to be dealt with by such highly ranked SeeD's, but this particular trader specialised in extremely rare items. The items in question so utterly rare that even she would struggle to overpower the monsters the items came from.
This trader was not only illegally hunting for items, but selling them on the black market without requiring a license for purchase, meaning he was also raking in thousands more Gil from the unlicensed sales.
She had been through this same routine every night in this particular club in Deling City for almost a fortnight, and there had been no sign of her target so far. No new items sales were taking place, a fact she knew due to her having hacked all the local security footage, with Selphie's help of course.
She watched the footage back every evening when she was back at the safe house, which proved to be no use, and actually quite boring. She'd be glad when she was back in her own dorm at Garden, and could occupy herself with something far less mundane.
Another knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts, and she smoothed herself down and exited the room into the corridor.
She could hear the deep bass and thrashing guitar of the music coming from the club up above her.
~~ It's hot as hell in here, everybody wants to lose control
The music's turned up loud, the lights, we'll turn them low
Wound up like a hurricane, and my head's about to explode
Can't wait to self destruct, can't wait, to let it go ~~
She had climbed the stairs whilst humming to the song that was playing. This was her song to tempt her target whilst she was here and doing this.
She waited just behind the stage entrance and heard a smooth masculine voice introduce her.
"For her last performance here at the Bear Claw, say hellooooo to Ruby Woo!" She heard him draw out the word to hype up the audience, then heard furious clapping and cheers as she stepped out on to the stage and in to the light.
Quistis strode to the pole in the middle of the stage and started her routine, with her song still thudding around her. Even though the music wasn't melodic as such, she knew the right moves and sudden movements to captivate her audience and draw him out.
~~ Whoa oh, she hits the stage
Whoa oh, she makes me crave
So come and get my money ~~
She eyed the crowd as best she could. The lights outside the stage were dim, only her figure on the stage was lit up brightly.
~~ I can feel your fever, taking over
Can you see your fever, taking over me
I can feel your fever, taking over
Got a dirty feeling, that you're the remedy ~~
She continued to look out at the crowd as she held on to the pole and swung herself down, letting her hair fly around. From this angle, she could see a muscular man walk in and take a seat just in front of the stage.
He seemed to fit the minuscule description with his blonde hair and wide set shoulders.
Quistis returned upright and went behind the pole to continue her assessment of him. Within a few seconds she had locked eyes with the young man. Recognition set in at once. She remembered growing up with him, fighting with him, fighting him when he became the Sorceress' Knight during the Second Sorceress War.
Seifer Almasy
She felt something in her chest right at that moment. She had always found him attractive, but before the War she never had any courage to do anything about it. Especially not when he was her student, as that was against regulations.
Quistis always knew that Seifer was only the way he was during the war because he had been controlled like a puppet by Ultimecia. His trial went in his favour when Edea made a statement to the world about her own possession, and if they were to lock him up, they had to lock her up too.
Of course, Cid would never have let that happen to her, so Seifer was a free man, completely pardoned by the world. He never returned to Garden to become a SeeD, and Quistis often wondered where he had gone, and what became of him.
She smirked slightly and wondered if she could make this last performance interesting. She did not let her eyes leave his and started to grind against the pole, making sure her facial expression turned in to one of lust and desire.
~~ So I'm looking for a spark, I've got a body to reignite
Don't worry you won't get burned, so don't, don't put up a fight
Push hard to breaking point, and I'm ready to overload
No limits and no regrets, it's time to sell my soul ~~
She could see Seifer fixated on her as she writhed against the pole. She wasn't sure if he had recognised her, but at that moment did not care. She was determined to draw him to her with this routine.
~~ Whoa oh, you're all I want
Whoa oh, you're all I need
So come and take my money ~~
She held her gaze with his with a fiery challenge, and licked her lips seductively.
~~ I can feel your fever, taking over
Can you see your fever, taking over me
I can feel your fever, taking over
Got a dirty feeling, that you're the remedy ~~
She knew the next part of the song would get his undivided attention if she broke her routine. It took Quistis a split second to make the decision.
~~ Come here you naughty girl, you're such a tease ~~
She dropped to her knees and started padding towards him on all fours.
~~ You look so beautiful, down on your knees ~~
She was now about a metre away from him. She watched him lick his lips in such a way that you wouldn't have noticed unless you were looking for any sign of emotion.
~~ Keep on those high heel shoes, rip off all your clothes ~~
She moved so she was no longer facing forwards, but so he could see her from the side. She ran her hands slowly over her heeled shoes, then up her legs while she looked at him.
~~ You smell so fucking good, it makes me lose control ~~
Her hands continued in their path over her stomach and sides, and all the way up to her hair, running her fingers through it with her head leaning back and her chest sticking up.
~~ Losing control, you're all I want
Selling my soul, you're all I need ~~
Quistis started squeezing her breasts over the thin fabric of the push-up bra she was wearing, still holding Seifer's gaze.
~~ Losing control, you're all I want
I can't let you go ~~
She broke eye contact to put one of hands over her thong and looked as though she was pleasuring herself, still thrashing about directly in front of Seifer.
~~ I can feel your fever, taking over
Can you see your fever, taking over me
I can feel your fever, taking over
Got a dirty feeling, that you're the remedy
You are the remedy ~~
She immediately let herself relax and fall in to a heap in the stage at the end of the song just as the stage light cut out, as if she had been a puppet who's strings had just been cut.
There was an uproar of applause, wolf whistles and then ten, twenty and maybe even fifty Gil notes started to rain down upon her.
She slowly sat up and collected some of the notes, when she saw Seifer still eyeing her with desire. She turned her head to look at him and gave him a small smile. Her breath caught as he gave her the sweetest smile she'd ever seen on his lips, and held out his hand with a note between his fingers.
She took it slowly from his hand, making sure to lightly caress his fingers as her hand retreated. She was sure if the stage light had still been on her face would have matched the colour of her hair. Her small smile took over her face as she walked off the stage back to her dressing room.
On the stairs she opened the note.
Instructor,
You have 30 minutes to be at the hotel.
Room 22.
SA
Quistis stopped in her tracks outside the dressing room door. He knew it was her. If she went, would he mock her? Or would he want something else? Something more?
She reached her dressing room, changed in to some actual clothes and headed out.
She was going to find out.
Author's Notes: The song is Fever by Bullet For My Valentine. I was on the bus when this song came on and as I listened to the lyrics the idea for this story came in to my head. First story and I have more ideas and plans for it. Reviews welcome.
