Author's note

Disclaimer: I do not own magi or anything other than my OC.

This is M for a reason. I mean...it's a strip club but yeah. Thank you for those who followed and favourited so quickly. These chapters are gonna be quite small since this a casual thing. Anyway, enjoy.

I groggily awoke and checked the time, seeing that it was a minute before my alarm. Of course, my brain and body hates me. It likes teasing my mental state between the world of the living and my own mind. Let's not start the day like this. I rolled my eyes cynically as if addressing all of the world's problems and getting out of bed, making it before I arranged myself for the day. This is where I start work. I felt fear tingle at the pit of my stomach making me feel quite sick. I reassured my worries since I realised that it wasn't until later which of course didn't help in the slightest; fear does not leave so easily.

My routine was a plain one, matching my profile, leaving for the University after finishing my coffee (my second). The day was agonisingly fast, each lecture, each note taken felt like it facilitated my schedule. Even free periods were quickened. The only thing that was distracting me was my course, I enjoy language so much. Studying french wasn't even just about the language, it was french culture, history, imagery. I don't regret picking this. It was so interesting to learn about in such depth, it feels like I've been learning it all my life, like it's been integrated into our education system since I was young. It's also going to be exciting to go to France for a year. I'm going to have to notify Jafar about that...and I'm back to thinking about work.

I checked the time and realised I had to leave. I still had time before I had to be there albeit I still had to be there on time for an introduction. There's that dread again, why can I not feel this anxious when meeting new people? I was proud that I had successfully avoided Judar and Kouha, although kouha didn't seem as bad, I could've possibly got the wrong first impression. Still, he's friends with Judar. I entered a café only to knock over a drink holder out of someone's hand that held 2 hot drinks. Being as inept as myself conditioned a reflex to immediately grab when I knew something was to fall and 9 out of 10 times did I miss the object still. For some reason, someone or something showed kindness upon me and let me have this 1.

I felt the two successes of the day spread across my face in a pleasing grin. I had completely forgotten that this was someone else's drink before I yelled, "yes! Lady luck is on my side!" I then looked to see an imposing and unimpressed glare on the strong face of a man that radiated power. His hair was the blood red of a ripened apple but he lacked the sweetness of one, a fallen apple. He had an out of place goatee that seemed quite stylish on himself in a foreign way. His figure ascended over mine like the high rise I bet he worked in. His suit was prim with not a single wrinkle that almost made him seem rather 2D had i not been standing at the angle I was. God forbid if I had spilt his drinks on him.

My shy eyes looked at him through thin eyelashes with an apologetic plea written in my irises. I cleared my throat before thrusting the drinks (almost spilling them again) towards his person. "I'm really sorry about that," he took them off me harshly before side stepping me with a grunt and leaving. He seemed quite rude despite his appearance but I ignored it as I probably wouldn't meet him again. I went to queue and order and took my time to finish off my food. Hesitantly making my way to the restroom, I freshened my makeup to look more presentable yet subtle and made my way out of the establishment.

Navigating myself to the Strip club was easier than blindly wandering down some red light district even though it seemed quite popular. Once arriving at the door and took a few breathes and placed my hand on the door before a voice impeded my internal frenzy.

"So, you haven't run away yet? You've been running from me all day, I thought your cowardly attitude was show through with work too aha," he held his hips like he had already uttered an insult he had planned all day.

I turned to him and snapped back, "no, I take work very seriously and I'm avoiding you not running from you. Being involved and running is completely different."

He winked before bypassing me through the doorway, "whatever you say." He entered with extravagance and aimed for my wrist, which I had learned from, swiftly entering after him and avoiding his clasp. It looked so big and different when there were no felt cleaner too, not just the environment but the atmosphere too. I gazed in slight awe at how...professional it looked. The interior design was stylish but practical for the type of business. The stage extended into multiple walk-ways and were perfectly polish and black. The theme seemed to be black, silver and red, creating an alluring yet provocative image. My analysis was interrupted by the voice of Jafar.

"Ah, you've arrived, thank you. Not many applicants are willing to come back to a place of this stature."

I smiled kindly before respectfully bowing my head and answering, "erm, no problem. I tend to stick to things once I start them."

He smiled back and made a noise of agreement and possibly approval. He gestured for me to make my way to the back where I stood centre in a shared staff room of mixed genders. It was comfortable, more like a living room than a break room. "The rest of the staff are on their way now." Coincidentally, others started to enter the room and sit themselves down whilst me and Jafar stood in the middle of the room. His eyes scanned each new face as the room filled before he sighed, "where's Judar?"

A tanned male answered boisterously, "he said he already knew the newbie, so he didn't see the point of coming." He stared at me for a second, "his loss though, right?" He questioned the woman next to him with a confident smirk.

I averted my eyes to the ground bashfully. "I guess there's no helping his slacking ways. I bet he's like that at university, am I correct?" He demanded.

"Ah, yes-"

"You two go to the same university. Man, I feel sorry for you!" The tanned one chortled that held no sympathy at all. I felt my eyes narrow but held back my annoyance.

"All right. Let me introduce you to the performers. Everyone, this is Amelia-Elizabeth." He first pointed to the man I saw yesterday, "this is Masrur. He's a fanalis but distantly related to another one of performers, Morgiana." He pointed to a smaller looking girl who shared obvious traits with Masrur.

Masrur nodded towards me, "hello."

Whereas Morgiana appeared to be more coy, "Hello. You can call me Morg."

Jafar pointed to each person as he spoke, "these are the 'eight generals'. Masrur is one. Sharrkan, Yamraiha, Pisti, Spartos, myself included and we used to have two other employees working the stage called Hinahoho and Drakon. However, they soon got married and are now working in the bar. You'll be working with them later on." Each of them greeted me politely or otherwise nicely. "Obviously, I just introduced Morg, then there's also Alibaba, Judar, Toto and Kougyoku. But, she only works on weekends when Judar doesn't work."

I gave him a questioning look, "why?"

"It's a family thing and Judar is really close with the Ren family, so she doesn't want him telling and them finding out. So, I'd advise that you don't tell Judar." He said that so sternly, they obviously respected Kougyoku's wishes. It was nice that the employees to close and respectful, except Judar. I didn't have high standards for his lousy ass anyway.

"Erm, excuse me, but will I be meeting the owner?"

He shared a weary look with Masrur before answering with caution, "not at the moment, but I'm sure you'll see him around." He turned to the others in the room, "okay everyone, you should go prepare for the show tonight. Come on, I'll go take you to our bar staff."

He ushered me towards the bar and servers that were about. "All right! Everyone! Let me introduce Amelia-Elizabeth, she'll be apart of our staff as a server. Amelia, this is Hinahoho," this man is a literal tower. I cannot think of anyone taller than he but he has the 'dad' look about him. A punk dad with long blue hair, it really suited him. Daddy. Next to him was another large man but not as huge as Hinahoho, "this is Drakon. That was his stage name but his real name is too long for us to call him otherwise."

I smiled and gave a small wave, "it's nice to meet you both." I felt very comfortable in their presence and it calmed me somewhat. I'm still terrified.

"The server members are Leraje, Dantalion, Phenex, Cerberus, Baal, Barbatos and Zagan. You'll be working with these a lot more than the performers so don't fight." He made it seem as if new staff always fought with the bar staff.

"Of course not."

He nodded and went behind the bar, picking up a package and handing it to me, "there's a dressing room down the hall on the right, you can change there."

I smiled and thanked him graciously. I took off with the uniform and went to change. As I took off my shirt, I heard someone come in and turned around in horror to stare at the intruder. I realised it was Judar who's eyes widened before lecherously grinning, "oh baby! You've been really holding back on us, you're not as skinny as I like them but you're in my limits. Hmm, slightly pudgy around the hips but quite toned. Let me have a taste, yeah?"

I went red in embarrassment before throwing my shirt at him which he caught and ran off as a I yelled at him, "thanks for the souvenir, Melibeth!"

"Stop calling me that you cunt fuck!" I heard Pisti giggle to which I froze.

"Hehe, the new girl has quite the dirty mouth. I think she'll match this place just fine." I hid my chest and retreated back into the room to continue changing.

Judar chuckled as he made his way to his own room, holding his sides as he thought of more ways to tease Amelia. He thought he'd leave a nice stain on her shirt and give it her back nicely. He stopped his fit when he spotted his boss and his face lost its playfulness.

"Judar, what are you doing now?" Sinbad's voice boomed over the silent footsteps of Judar.

He sneered at the king of Sindria before answering snidely, " just torturing the newbie. Look," he held up his prize before snickering again, "I got her shirt." Sinbad frowned before hastily approaching Judar and ripping the shirt from his grasp, "hey!"

"Hey, nothing. Don't torture anybody, I don't care if you know her already. I won't stand for it." He glared at his enemy (in his mind) before stalking off.

"Well, someone's moody today, idiot King. Can't be like that for the girls now, can we?" His voice echoed down the hall and in Sin's head which was ignored skillfully.

Sinbad made his way down the hall before peering at the back of a brunette's short hair. His eyes trailed down the body of the female as she looked unsure of where she was. The tight fitting uniform left nothing to the imagination, it made her seem quite curved around the waist and hips. Her breasts and behind were accentuated and displayed generously, it made Sinbad almost jealous that other people would be able to gaze at her. He guessed he could tease her a little, he would formally introduce himself later.

He came closely behind her, gently grasping both of her hands, entwining his fingers with hers as he breathed on her neck hotly. "Are you by any chance lost?" He felt her twitch against him and hoped to God that she didn't feel his hardness. She shivered before trying to glance at the culprit to which he pushed both of their hands to her chin and turning her head forward and dragging his finger along her jawline.

She was holding her breath as her perpetrator held her close to feel the heat of his body, not actually feeling him until she twitched and felt something solid against the small of her lower back where she thrusted forward to not feel it and forget she felt it. "Please, let me go. I know where I'm going."

Sinbad had to hold himself back from grinding against her. It wasn't the biggest backside he had seen but it wasn't non-existent, it fit her shape quite nicely but not enough for him to feel it nicely. He was so close to licking and sucking her neck he had to think about something else to distract himself. He knew he needed to let go before he did something he'd regret. "Is that so? Then I guess I'll let you be on your way." He gave a wet kiss against her neck before he let go and ran.

Amelia wiped her neck before leaning against the wall to support her shaking legs. She didn't know who that was but she knew that if she heard his voice again, she'd identify who it was and...make them pay? Call the police? I don't have the balls to do any of those things, who am I tricking? She took deep breaths before making her way to the bar and putting on a sweet face, ready to work.

Sinbad made his way to his private room, slightly appalled but extremely pleased and turned on by what he had done. He wanted to say he regretted it but he couldn't, in fact, he wanted to brace himself for the next he could touch her. He took her shirt from his pocket and placed it in his draw. He couldn't take this anymore. He unzipped his pants, taking out his length before rubbing up and down the shaft swifty. Occasionally, he'd massage the tip roughly, imagining the face of the brunette and her flustered face and exhale of moans and breaths that were so sinfully delicious that he used his pre-cum to induce a smoother movement. He felt himself twitched then come undone at the thought of his cock inside her, making her scream his name so much that she can barely speak or move afterwards. He peered down at the mess and huffed in disapproval before he entered his bathroom to clean himself up but with those images in his head, it took longer than he expected.