He kept scribbling on his clipboard as six pairs of eyes, watched him intently from the corner of the room. The young Ootori did not dare bother to glance at them. Not even the slightest bit. He already knew what they were thinking for their young virgin minds were escalating with thoughts of erotic images. He knew what they wanted to ask them and quite frankly it annoyed him. He had started to regret the fact that he told them of his whereabouts yesterday evening for the expressions on their faces where a good enough response. Generally it was Tamaki who would blurt out with something stupid without asking. Usually after about five minutes of complete silence. So far, his time was almost up. All the sound that had echoed through out the empty third music room was the sound of a pen hitting a clipboard vigorously as it jetted down the thoughts of a raven haired teen.
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"KYOUYA!"
The dark haired teen glanced at his Louis Vutton watch quickly then directed his attention on his blonde haired friend.
Right on time. Five minutes exactly
"You went to a strip……club?"
"I was for a client's retirement party. What of it?"
Tamaki then began to dramatics. "BUT THEY HAVE…" He abruptly stopped and lowered his voice to a whisper. This made kyouya raise an eye brow. It wasn't like there was anyone else but the host club in the room, "naked women."
"Isn't that what the meaning of the word "strip" means?"
"Well……yea…but isn't it for mostly older men who have no wives or family?"
"That is a stereotype Tamaki. It is a facility that provides adult entertainment for adults who wish to be seduced by erotically enticing females."
"But you are only sixteen. How did you manage to get in?"
It sometimes amazed Kyouya how dense his friend could be. "Do I need an invitation Tamaki?"
"Well" he started out scratching his head, "It is for adult's right? So how did you get in?"
"Think about it for a moment Tamaki then come back to me with an intellectual response."
Tamaki began to say something but the harsh glare from Kyouya's glasses scared him away unto his corner or woe.
Up next, the twins.
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"So dear Shadow-king went to go see some women dance around on poles huh?"
That question didn't even need a dignified response. It was juvenile, irrelevant, and annoying.
"Aww come on. You gonna ignore us?"
Again, the raven haired teen replied nothing. This made the twins want even more answers from the shadow king.
"So did you see any girls that you thought were attractive?"
This made the shadow-king stop writing and glance at the two red headed twins, both smiling big smiles as their eyes hid a hint of mischief. They wanted to get something out of him.
"Most of the women where quite attractive, none of which would make a decent house wife, but none the less attractive."
"So you are saying….."
"They were all hoes?" Hikaru finished off for his brother.
Kyouya pushed up his glasses and proceeded to answer the question. "Labeling a female that is hired for a job as an erotic dancer as a "hoe" say to speak is unjust. I am not saying they are of the hoe nature just implying that their choice of employment is rather an inane one." He took a note on his clip board and proceeded, "My recommendation would be to select another place of work, preferably one that holds an ounce of dignity, and employ yourself to work there."
"Isn't that kind of mean Senpai?"
Ahhhh…..Haruhi's time.
"How so?" He loved to hear Haruhi's point of view. It was as if she was the only member of the club that had an intellectual opinion and facts to support it.
"May be a woman found that being a stripper is the only way to pay for her daily life expenses. Maybe she just loves showing her body."
"So showing her most intimate essentials is enjoyable to a female?"
"I didn't say that." She sighed, "I just mean maybe she likes to dance in front of men naked and thought it would be profitable financially."
"So that falls under the category of finding the act of erotic dancing enjoyable."
"No."
"So you are debunking your own theory."
"No."
"Then what would you say you are doing?"
The brunette sighed. "Explaining the way a female thinks since I am the only one here. You may have a point to the amount of pleasure a woman might receive by showing her body, but in most cases, about 8 out of 10, a woman does it because she feels it is essential. She may find the comfort and pleasure of being naked or showing herself bare unto a male, preferably her husband or a male of that nature, and decides she could profit on it financially. If a woman feels she has the criteria of becoming an erotic dancer, the body, the looks, etcetera, then she may feel she has the opportunity showing her body in the form of acquiring money from it. There is a difference between doing it for pleasure and doing it for financial pleasure."
Now I see.
"Kyouya-chan, did you really see naked women?"
The raven haired teen cleared his throat and directed his attention to the senior before him, holding his pink bunny tightly as curiousness invaded his eyes.
"Hai."
"Were they pretty?"
Kyouya nodded. "I would say so."
"Did you see one you really liked?"
Kyouya dodged the question. "Most of the women there were not of status for a male such as myself."
"That's a yes" Karou whispered to his brother.
"He is just avoiding the question." The identical being answered.
Kyouya ignored the side remarks from the twins and once again decided to write on his clip board, trying to forget the question the older blonde had asked him. But he could not. It brought back the memories of the one sexually alluring female that plagued his mind. She was slow yet sensual. Fast yet erotic. Her body was like a work of art that had taken many of hours to canvas. A mixture of heavenly coffee brown and porcelain cream to create the perfect fusion of an exotic tan colored goddess. She was something he had never seen before. It was like gazing upon a rare breed of beauty, something very few have had the pleasure of viewing. He knew he was foolish to waste time on the fantasies of this female for she was nothing but an erotic dancer. One most likely to be tainted and spoiled because of her profound beauty. A beauty that was a gift but also a curse.
"I GOT IT!"
Four minutes and thirty seconds. New record
"Yes Tamaki?" Kyouya asked as he jotted down notes on his clip board, "Have you thought of an intellectual response?"
The blonde nodded. Kyouya allowed him to proceed.
"You got in because of the fact that it was a private event and you and your father and probably your brothers were on the guest list right!?"
Kyouya smirked. He knew the blonde would eventually get it. "Correct."
"YAY!" The blonde shrieked as he began to jump up and down, "I WAS RIGHT! DO I GET MY GOLD STAR?"
The youngest Ootori merely nodded as he walked over to a big tact board, adorned with the host clubs upcoming events and the, newest project, top ten girls the host club has served, which caused business to boom tremendously because of competition. Finding the thing he was looking for, Kyouya then looked for Tamaki's name on the "REWARD STAR" poster and gave the blonde a sticker.
"US TOO!" the twin said in unison. Apparently this star thing was a big deal to the members of the club.
Agreeing to the request, kouya placed a star by the twins name and even decided to put a star next to the rest of the host's club member's name. This act was rewarded by a wave of cheer from the young blonde and the twins with the accompany of Hunny's "yay" and Mori grin of satisfaction. It was only Haruhi who just sighed and smirked.