Disclaimer: I don't own Dante! Capcom owns him unfortunately. But I do bow down to Almighty Capcom for making such a super mega hottie. Thank you Capcom!!
A/N : This was supposed to be a one chapter one shot of Dante and an OC who's a stripper. But I thought about the original character and I ended up giving her a back story. Once I get a story going and I have original characters...they take a life of their own, lol. I hope you enjoy it! Please give me some constructive criticism as this is my first DMC fanfiction on AFF. Also I'm looking for a Beta!
For Ashton's dance I listened to Beyonce's "Naughty girl" song. I just deemed that it would be a good song to listen to while stripping. Plus its too sexy to pass up. (I listen to it to feel sexy...lol)
It was a late and tiring night and after several agitating hours of not getting any calls with the right password (the last straw was some guy calling for pizza); Dante was ready to step out to the local bar/strip club by him to have a few drinks. It was a slightly cool night so instead of going shirtless like usual; Dante was forced to throw on his leather coat. Dante walked out of his shop, locked the doors and made his way down the block. There were people around; mostly pimps, whores, bums, and drug dealers with their addicts. He ignored them and entered the building named "Love Planet". Immediately he was engulfed in the scent of cigarette smoke, spilt drinks, perfume, and loud rock music. Bulls-eye bar was packed as it should be on a Saturday night. The bartenders were working double-time trying to keep everyone drunk and happy.
A woman came up to him instantly with a smile on her face and a tray in her arms. "Hello Dante!" she said giving him a hug. "Hey Kira." Dante said hugging her back before stepping back to look at what she was wearing. Kira was wearing a pair of tight low cut jeans and a black tube top. She wore a pair of black heels that added 4 more inches to her 5'8 height. She could have been a model if she wanted to. "We got someone new now. She starts tonight and from what I've heard, she's pretty good!" Dante chuckled. "Oh really? Then I'll go and check her out." He said giving Kira a tiny pinch on her hip. She giggled. "She's starting in a few minutes so hurry up!" Kira said before she rushed to handle an order. Dante grabbed her arm. "Get me the usual, Kira." he said looking at the door leading to the stage.
Kira patted Dante on the head. "I knew that already." and made her way to the bar to help the poor tenders. Nodding Dante walked through the door and surveyed the area. The stage area was packed with rowdy and drunk males. Danted walked up to a table that was close to the stage and looked at the drunk inhabiting the table. The man was so shit-faced he didn't notice Dante taking a seat across from him. This was what Dante needed. A naked dancing woman, a drink, and something to get his mind off of his sucky night. The show was about to start. The DJ started her introduction. "This is her first night guys so lets give her a warm welcome...Make some noise for Ashton!!!!" Dante including the rest of the crowd cheered as the curtains rose.
Ashton stood infront of the curtains. They didn't show who she was but it did show her shape. She had recieved a few whistles as she bent forward and arched her back, rising her upper body up and raising up her left arm. Then the DJ introduced her and she got a bunch of cheers. Ashton always got a rise out of men cheering for her. The curtains rose and she strutted out to the pole. She was wearing a little black leather vest with fringes that barely covered her breasts, matching black boyshorts with fringes on her hips and a micro mini denim skirt. To top off the cowgirl look she had on a real cowboy hat, cowboy boots, and a lasso that was wrapped around her waist. As she moved she went with the beat gyrating her hips sexily and undoing her skirt. With a twirl she got the skirt off her and she kicked it to the side. She then grabbed the pole and pulled herself up with one leg bent and the other leg up high. Her back was arched and her head tilted back with one hand on her hat. She span around the pole like that. She was getting a lot of responses from that and she slid all the way down the pole and grinned at the gaping men. Then she locked eyes with a man with white hair... 'Wait...white hair?' and peircing blue eyes. He was leaning back in his chair and seemed uninterested. She'll get him soon enough.
Dante locked eyes with Ashton, but only for a second. She was DAMN sexy with short curly black hair and deep brown eyes. That little trick she did sparked his intrest. He'd never seen any of the other girls do moves like that. She rose to her knees and and started ride the floor her eyes on his, her hands pressed against the floor, her lips parted with soft little gasps escaping her. She then moved her left hand up her leg and began to undo her vest. As soon as her breasts sprang free she snapped her head back with her eyes closed. It was obvious her tits were real. They were full, round, and was blessed with perfect brownish-pink nipples that was quite perky looking. She snapped her head forward and stood up while slinking the vest off. She then swung around the pole before rubbing herself on the pole sexily.
She looked at Dante again who was now leaning a bit forward watching her intently. She jumped onto the pole and slid down slowly watching the men pull out money of their wallets. She continued to go down until she was doing a split on the ground. Ashton closed her eyes and arched her back; using her upper body strength to pull herself up. She opened her eyes and looked at who was infront of her. It was an older man. He couldn't be younger than 70 years old. Ashton then pressed her back to the pole and sexily grinded along it before turning and grabbing the lucky bronze pole. With a wink Ashton span around it and made her way over to the man before dropping to the floor and began to roll around the floor naked. The man looked pleased and she pulled herself up to start crawling around. Soon her little spankies were filled with dollar bills. A generous tip from the older man earned him a kiss on his forehead to his utter delight. She looked up at Dante who was still watching her intently. He was holding up a folded $20 in between his index and middle fingers. She crawled sexily towards him and came close to his ear. "Thank you sir..." she said huskily and turned her body so that her ass was facing him.
Ashton had a nice freaking ass. Dante slid the $20 under the tight fabric of her leather panties and with a sadistic grin slapped it in place. The area was filled with drunken cheers and praise for what the man did. She turned her head quickly her short curls swinging around. She had a cute look of surprise and amusement. Her sweet looking mouth was half open from gasping, but it changed into a smirk. She rolled over and stood up grabbing her lasso and began to swing it around. Her time was almost up. Ashton twirled around with the rope and at the end of the song she tossed the rope and lassoed the white haired man. She then pulled him hard out of his seat so that he was standing and put her hat on his head.
Dante had to laugh at her finish. She was too cute. The other men laughed and cheered. Ashton collected the money that was tossed at the stage, got her vest and with a bow walked off. But not before looking at Dante and winking at him. Dante gave her a knowing smile, shrugged off the lasso, and sat back down; keeping the hat on. Kira came around as the next act came out. She had been working there for a while and Dante knew her so he didn't pay her any mind. He needed to ask Kira where the hell Ashton was and if she gave lap dances. As soon as Kira came by with Dante's drink he pulled her onto his lap. "Was that her?" he asked before taking a shot of his ordered Jack Daniels. Kira laughed. "Hell yea that was her." Dante made a low whistle. "Does she do lap dances?" he pursued. "Yea she does. But you better find her before that poor old man does." Kira said with a wink and quickly got off of him. Dante not wanting to be bested by a wrinkly old man got up and walked off quickly to find her. Kira went back serving and taking orders of the men. She just hoped they didn't get any ideas from Dante's little act of friendliness.
In the dressing room Ashton changed into matching black panties and bra in the back. She then put on a pair of black knee-high boots with 4 inch heels. It was a complete change from her cowgirl outfit but she wanted to play different roles that night. The cowgirl was playful. The vixen in black was the seductress. Ashton looked at herself in the mirror. Not bad. Ashton knew she had a smoking hot body. It was one of the reasons she got hired so quickly. But she needed a little extra. A little something that added an extra 'oomph' to the ensemble. She looked around the room and found the missing peice. She threw on a pair of small black wings and looked back in the mirror. Perfect. Ashton turned and made her way out to the floor to pick up potential clients. Her money was safe in a portable safe that she carried around in her purse. She could enjoy the night. Ashton was greeted by men as soon as she entered the area. They were shaking her hand, congratulating her, offering her praise. Ashton just thanked them and went about looking for the white haired man. Suddenly something warm and heavy landed on her head. She quickly grabbed at it only to realize it was her hat.
Then there was a voice in her ear. It was low, masculine and sexy. "I'm Dante..." the voice said and she turned quickly. Deep brown locked into icy blue. Ashton felt a chill go down her back. He was just too handsome. Too sexy...too...everything. Ashton blinked. 'I know I'm not getting turned on just by looking at him...' But indeed she was. Damn it. She regained her composure a bit and smirked at him. "Lapdance?" she asked touching his arm. Dante laughed. "You know it, baby." Ashton laughed also. "My lovin' don't come cheap you know." she said pulling him towards the lapdance rooms. Each room had a theme. The only one unoccupied was room number 6. Ashton opened the door, took a few steps in and turned to face the man in red. "So...are you ready to sin?" The room's theme was Hell. Dante didn't know whether to laugh from the irony or her choice of words. "I was sinnin' from the day I was born, baby." Dante said with a smirk and entered the room with her. The door shut behind him. Ashton turned to face him and he walked past her to sit down in a chair against the wall. The room was smoke-filled and the walls had flames painted on it. The music that came from the speakers above him was some serious metal and it rang out through the room. He sat in the large red leather chair and sat back with his legs spread and his hands behind his head. Dante had a confident smirk on his face. Ashton took off the black wings as she turned around to look at him. Her lips were parted slightly and her eyes were dark. She looked like a woman who knew what she wanted and won't stop at nothing to get it.
Dante watched Ashton make her way over to him. He was obviously interested...but he wanted to fuck with her. Her hips were swaying with each step until she stood over him. "It's showtime." she whispered before slowly making her way to her knees. Dante kept his eyes locked onto hers. She moved up his body, her hands grasping his hard thighs as she pressed her body against his while moving up. Dante had a slight smirk on his face. "You gotta do better than this if you want my money, Ashton." Dante said holding up a hundred dollar bill. Ashton glared at him. How the hell did he pull out that money so fast? Dante caught the glare and smirked even more.
"Come on Ash. Time is money."
Now he was just fucking with her and trying her patience. She wanted nothing but to tell him to take that hundred dollar bill, turn it sideways and to stick it straight up his candy ass. But she couldn't. Not when he was swinging hundred dollar bills in her face. She turned around and started to grind herself onto his crotch, her ass pressing and searching for a hard cock. She frowned and grinded a little more before she realized that Dante wasn't hard or even excited. She gritted her teeth and turned to face the now grinning Dante. Damn that cocky bastard. 'Fuck this shit. Imma get this guy hard even if it kills me.' Ashton thought as she grabbed the collar to his leather jacket. It was when she realized that he was wearing nothing under his red trenchcoat. 'What kind of freak would rock that kind of look?' Ashton thought and then looked down at his body. He was ripped! She always had a thing for hot bodies and his body was the hottest she seen in a long time. Dante obviously noticed her eyes going down his body and felt a rush of pride. Dante knew that he had an incredible body. "You like what you see?" He asked licking his lips. Ashton scoffed. "I've seen better." That was a bald faced lie. Dante just tilted his head back and waited for her with that smirk still on his lips. She then straddled his hips and pulled him towards her so that it seemed that she was about to kiss him. But instead of that she leaned back and pressed his head into her breasts with a gasping moan. If Ashton wanted to turn him on and give him his money's worth; she would have to do something drastic...like emulate actual sex.
She pulled his head back and looked at him. He wasn't grinning anymore. It was time to knock his socks off. Ashton leaned over and began to grind onto him her hips going in circles over his. Her barely clothed crotch running along the tight leather of his pants. She closed her eyes and let out another moan. Ashton couldn't help it. The lap-dance was turning her on. Dante suddenly gulped. The way her hips was going he felt all his blood rush to his groin. And it didn't help that she was moaning all over the place. Dante looked at the crotch of her panties. They rode up almost all the way with each movement. Dante could almost see her pussy and it was starting to get to him. His demon side was telling him to rip off her panties, pull off his pants, and fuck her into oblivion. His human side was slowly starting to agree. "Dante...Dante..."Ashton moaned in his ear. "Touch me...please..." she said taking his hand and pressing it against her right breast. Suddenly she felt something stiff between her legs. And damn was it big. She had felt a lot of boners on her ass in her profession as an exotic dancer but this one took the cake. Ashton gasped and tilted her head back revealing her slender neck to Dante. "Oh Dante...you're so hard." she moaned out. Not as hard as I'm gonna be if you keep this up...was what Dante wanted to say to the vixen on his lap and would have if he hadn't bitten his tongue to shut himself up. She then laid back so her flat stomach and breasts on view to his hungry eyes. At least thats what she thought. Ashton then took his other hand and ran it along her stomach, ribs, and breast. God her ribcage was so sexy and her skin was so soft. Dante wanted to lean down and run his tongue along her skin. So what his tongue couldn't do...he let his fingers do.
When she heard his breath hitch she knew she finally got him. Ashton rose up slowly and looked at his face. She couldn't allow him to look into her eyes. He might figure out that she was also turned on. Ashton's eyes always gave her away when it came to bluffing. He had the 'typical male lust' look on his face but for some reason it made him look really hot. Ashton felt her stomach drop and vaginal muscles pulse. The look he was giving her was equivilant to a serious eye-fuck and it made her wet almost instantly. Then Dante spoke up. "You want me to touch you?" he asked in a low voice. Dante's hand was slowly massaging her breast. It was so light that she didn't notice until at that moment. "Oh God..." was all she could say. Dante chuckled a bit. "God got nothing to do with this, baby. Now answer my question...Do you want me to touch you?" His other hand was now on her waist and was slowly moving it up and down. Ashton was at a lost for words. She was supposed to be the seductress. Everything any straight man's heart desired and more...for a price. And here was Dante...turning the tables on her. It was like his mojo was overpowering hers. And to Ashton's displeasure it was working. But she couldn't help but succumb to the will of the white haired stranger. The music blaring from the speakers seemed to dim down as she was focused on him touching her. His hand was rough and for a second she wondered why. Ashton locked eyes with Dante's. Once again deep brown met icy blue and Ashton fell into the spell of his sharp gaze. "Yes...please" she whispered not thinking; only feeling. And as quick as lightening Dante leaned forward and kissed her.
Oh sweet relief! His kiss was demanding and rough and thank Jesus it was just how Ashton wanted it. Dante couldn't hold back his desire. Her lips were softer than peach skin and tasted even better. She tasted like a night of hot sex. Her hands quickly shot up to grasp his head, her fingers sliding through the soft white hair easily. Encouraged by her hands in his hair; Dante ran his tongue along her lower lip. Ashton got the hint and parted her lips only for them to be penetrated by a skilled tongue. Ashton felt like she had died and gone to heaven. Instantly she was dominated by his mouth. The taste of Jack Daniels and an undeniable maleness filled her mouth. The sudden thought of him showing her how much of a man he could be and fucking her right in that very room made Ashton's already wet pussy pulse. Dante's hand that was massaging her breast slipped under her bra and his nimble fingers found her nipple quickly to Ashton's delight. He gave it a gentle squeeze feeling the bud harden even more that it was already. Ashton broke the kiss to reward him with a moan.
Dante grinned a bit at the moan. "I can't wait to take you home..." Ashton looked at him dumbfounded; her mind to glazed with lust to comprehend and then like a slap in the face she then realized what she was doing. She was supposed to be a professional dammit. Ashton quickly got off of Dante and backed up with her face in her hands. She had gotten WAY too friendly with a customer on her first night there. "Oh my God...what the hell am I doing?" she groaned into her hands feeling like a stupid whore. "I could lose my job because of this..." she said pacing back and forth in the red and black room wringing her hands. Dante just watched her not understanding what she was bitching about. She was the one who started it and gave consent when he asked to go further. Ashton folded her arms and let out a breath. "Please keep this between us..." she said looking at the white haired man nervously. Agitated that Ashton got off of him so fast; Dante stood up with a huff. "Don't worry about it babe. I just so happen to be close friends with the owner."
Ashton looked a little skeptical. "You know Enzo?" she asked. "Know? I've saved his ass so many times he should have named this club Dante." he said slowly moving close to her. "What we do is between us...and I want to take you home..." Dante moved with a quickness Ashton couldn't comprehend and instantly had his arms around her waist. "Let me take you home and show you pleasures you never felt..." He whispered into Ashton's ear before nibbling on her earlobe. Ashton's knees nearly buckled. His voice was so deep and husky it made her almost consider going home with him. 'Holy shit this guy is serious!' she thought and was about to think something else but he started to lick, nibble, and suck on her neck. Would she throw caution into the wind and go home with mysterious man? Risk professionalism? Her life and possibly a job? One night with a hot mystery man is a once in a lifetime opportunity. But she needed the money. 'You have rent to take care of, school to go and pay for, and utilities to keep up! Stop thinking with your twat, stupid.' Ashton needed an opinion from someone other than herself and the man sucking on her neck like Count Dracula. Sucking on her neck..."Hickey!!" she said outloud and she pulled away from him quickly. That was the last thing she needed anyone to see. Ashton looked at Dante. His eyes were focused on her neck and he was grinning like a shark. She wanted smack that smile off his face. He was most likely surveying his handywork...the bastard.
"I hope you're happy, Dante." Ashton said covering the hickey on her neck. "Now how am I going to leave the place with my dignity intact." Dante scoffed. "How can you...I'm going to shut up now." he said walking past her. Ashton stopped him. She looked him up and down before speaking to him. "How can I what, Dante? You were going to say 'How can you have dignity. You're a stripper!' weren't you." She glared at him obviously pissed off. "I do what I can to survive. And I do it with my head held high because you know what? I'm not going to be here forever. I'm on to bigger and better things, Dante. But its not like you care. After all I'm just some low-life stripper." And with her head tilted up high and a proud look on her face she left room number 6 and a speechless Dante.
A/N: Soo...Now that Chapter 1 is over what did you readers think? I know a lot of people hate Mary Sues (even Ican't stand Mary Sues) but depending on how the OC is written and potrayed I think there can be some good Mary Sues in stories. I tried to make Ashton not like everyone else. I tried to make her more real and her life more relatable for people. Later on in other chapters I'll go into details of her life and what not.