We--Ino and I--walked through the main door out into the crowd together, walking straight to our platforms and paying not one bit of attention to all of the ugly dogs grabbing our asses. As the isle parted, Ino and I went our separate ways--I to platform three and Ino to platform five.
I took my position on the pole, my arms wrapped gingerly around it and above, like I was holding on to a very tall lover, my back was arched and my head laid against the pole in an angelic way, catching the eye of a certain raven.
The beat started, ticking at first until the introduction finished our queue.
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down
My hips rocked to the beat, running through my own choreography with emotion and fluid movement with every motion I made. All the while I tried to keep eye contact with said raven, he was staring at me as if I had lost my mind, but then he smirked.
Snapping my mind back into focus, I returned to my edited dance, grabbing my silky blond locks that were attached to my scalp and shook my body as I dropped it slowly, hips moving side to side with the lyrics as well as the beat.
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down
I repeated my previous motions, changing them as I saw fit, making sure to shake the right places at the right people--person.
Hey
Hopped out of that house with my swagger
Hop in that with girl, I got places to go!
Again, I breezed through the steps, smirking at the pale figure in the flashing lights, as the song progressed we--all of the pole dancers--shook and moved more of our bodies and in a more than appetizing manor.
People to see, time is precious
I look at my crowd and they out of control
As my lyrics played I continued to look at the pale skinned beauty. He was still smirking, watching my body and expecting flaws in my routine, though it was really too bad for him, I wouldn't make any mistakes, I never did and I suspect that I never will.
Just like my mind where I'm going
No women, no shorties, no nothing but clothes
With the last line, I took hold of my skin-tight shirt and raised it over my belly button, showing all the dicks my lower body. Boy I tell you, that got most of them rallied up, most of my crowd started throwing large quantity bills such as 20's, 50's and some even threw up good old Ben, man he always made my day.
No stoppin now, my parolees on role
I like my jewelry, that's always on gold
I know the storm is coming
My pockets keep telling me it's gonna shower
From here on my moves were completely original, trying to impress my well preserved customer. The raven's eyes gleamed, egging me to go on, seeming to know I wanted his approval as well.
Call up my homies that's home
Then pop in the night 'Cause it's meant to be ours
Impressing a stoic angel like him was damn tough, I even went far enough to use a slut's move, I mean really, sliding your hands over your crotch but not actually touching it, that's gotta get him.
We keep a fade away shot 'Cause we ballin
It's platinum patron that be ours
Lil mama, I owe you just like the flowers
Girl you to drink with all that and power clubs
Not even a nod! My body kept moving, dropping back to the original routine; the raven seemed to notice, as his smirk grew wider until it became an indifferent line across his face. Sure, his eyes still roamed over my body, but he evidently didn't like the conformism. I was ready to snap at him and tell him that these were all my moves, but I thought better of it.
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down
Back to originality, my best subject! Hips still shaking to the beat, yea, that's right boy, get the grin on your face. Woot! Epic win for me! I mentally shouted as I brought the teen's original smile back to his face.
From the top of the pole I watch her go down
She got me throwin my money around
Ain't nothin more beautiful to be found
It's goin down down.
From the top of the pole I watch her go down
She got me throwin my money around
Ain't nothin more beautiful to be found
It's goin down down
Pole dancing, probably the easiest sport ever. I practically clung to the pole as I slid down, my body working it like a pro with a few slutty poses here in there. Another original. Or not. But it wasn't in the script.
The rest of the song continued as unplanned as the rest had gone, so when the raven tossed a Franklin I was quite surprised.
"Hey!" I called as I jumped off of the platform, ignoring the cash strung out around and on top of my stage. I ran over to the pale skinned man who was walking over to the exit.
He tossed his hand to look over at me when my hand made a gentle contact with his shoulder, eyebrows quirked, he asked for my question. Without actually talking that is.
"Who are you?" I inquired, slightly--very--curious. He scoffed before looking back at me and taking my hand off his shoulder. He turned to face me, smirking.
"Someone you'll never see again, what do you want Blondie?" He grinned, or rather smirked my way.
"I just wanted to know something about you, you're different and I kinda like that. You know?" I beamed toward the uninterested guy.
"Look, I'm not looking for a relationship, especially with a stripper, I gave you your money now the least you can do is turn around and screw some other guy, got it?"
I nodded towards his assumption, frowning, he saw it but didn't ask. As the raven turned to walk away I raised my voice and said, "F.Y.I., I don't fuck people I'm not serious about!" I saw his chest heaving so I guess he was laughing at my statement, though I didn't see how it was that funny.
Pissed as hell, I walked to the backstage entrance and started walking to my room, conscious of the girl behind me. Word must've spread, as I don't remember Ino casting such a giddy aura. I turned around only to see Hinata, she was giggling uncontrollably.
"What the hell Hinata?" I growled, obviously pissed.
Hinata, surprisingly, wore a cream colored bikini top with lavender patterns creeping around it. The fabric was cotton--I simply knew these things--and it covered her enough not to be classified as whorish. She also wore tight blue jeans with a lavender belt holding the pants up. Hinata also wore UGG boots that were of cream color as well.
Her hair was hoisted up in a ponytail with her hair wrapped around it to take on the appearance of a bun, only sexier, and she had a cute clip holding her bangs out of her triangular face.
"Boss, hehe," She tried stifling her polite laughter, "He, he caught your moves on tape, that is the most desperate I've ever seen you, I mean that crotch move, he must've been totally hot!" Hinata chuckled gaining her composure long enough to finish.
I smacked my for head with the palm of my hand before looking up to see Ino coming around the corner carrying a wad of cash in her hands. She simply walked past me and tucked it into the back of my jeans while laughing. It must've been pretty good for them to be laughing like they were. I mean, sure they all laugh when I showed them stuff, but did they really have to do it now?
Even more pissed, I walked to my room, counting my nights additional cash. In tips, I had made over 1,000, which wasn't too bad, seeing as I usually averaged around there. Guys were gullible, let's just put it that way.
I got dressed in my usual clothes that consisted of tight blue jeans and a pair of orange converse shoes. I ignored my plain-jane shirt and just went out with an unusual—for me—shirt that had rips all over it but was filled in with an ashy gray fishnet to match with the purple tone of the shirt. It was a cool night anyway, so the breeziness shouldn't bother me too much.
Someone knocked on my solid door before walking in. Since there was only one person allowed to do that, I knew who it was before they made a sound.
"Yeah, Ino?"
"Oh, sorry to intrude Naruto, but do you just wanna hang out at the bar for a while?" She giggled, 100% not sorry for the intrusion.
"Yeah, sure. Nothing beats underage drinking, especially when it's self served!" I tossed over my shoulder as she came behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck in an unromantic gesture. She laid her head down on my glistening shoulder as I washed my face and applied foundation to my now red tinted cheeks.
I then got up and walked out, Ino following right behind me. When we arrived at the bar, we hopped onto the freshly cleaned surface and grabbed a few glasses before reaching for the booze hose and pouring some in. I took simple champagne and gave Ino her vodka Shirley temple.
We drank in silence as the rest of the workers picked up the nights' messes.
"So how'd it go Naruto?" Ino asked nonchalantly breaking the comfortable silence.
"Eh," I answered. Her eyes widened and I already knew what the next words out of her mouth would be, so I continued of my own accord.
"Afterwards, I ran after him and asked him a few questions," I muttered, "Then, before I could get any actual answers out of the guy he turned around and told me to leave him alone and go fuck somebody else, and that was it," I summed up for her.
"Oh my god Naruto, I'm so sorry, I didn't know!" She apologized before embracing me in her lanky, strong arms. Smirking, I told her I was fine and that I just needed room to breathe. Getting the point, she let go of me and smiled, grabbing the hose and refilling my glass. I took a sip and realized what the stuff was.
"God!" I spewed the alcohol over the floor, which, luckily, hadn't been mopped yet. "What the hell Ino? I have fucking school tomorrow! I can't have a hangover!" I coughed, holding my neck and breathing heavily, exaggerating the affect the strong drink had on me.
"Straight vodka too strong for you or something?' She asked, giggling before taking the glass out of my hands and giving me hers. She could handle more than I could.
"You know I'm switching schools right?" I asked my best friend, suddenly changing the subject.
"Oh, really?" She didn't seem fazed, as there were a lot of high schools in Konoha and even Ino would be meeting a ton of new people. "Which one?"
"The academy," I sighed, knowing she knew which one I was talking about. Her eyes lit up and she turned to my beaming.
"Oh my god!" She squealed, "That's where I'm going! I'm so happy that I'm going to know someone before I actually have to go!" She hugged me tightly once again.
Ino and I went far back, we actually went to grade and junior high school together. But we got separated in high school and I had just learned of Ino's sudden change in schools and I had decided that I would switch as well, start out new, go to a private school and maybe meet the guy/girl of my dreams. That was basically the only reason why I had switched, besides that, I had no other reason.
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"Well I'll see you!" I yelled out as I walked to my car on the east side of the parking lot. All of my friends waved goodbye when I climbed into my old fire bird, it was a '96. I started the engine and watched the headlights flicker on before I drove out of the lot and to my own house.
The next morning, I got up and got ready for school, ignorant of the required school uniform. Instead, I chose a pair of skin-tight black jeans with rips starting from the upper thighs and continuing down past the knees. I then picked out a dark purple shirt that was skin-tight as well. It emphasized my size A to something a little closer to a B. I then put on s single earring before applying foundation so that I could maintain even toned skin for the day. I then shoved on a random pair of tennis shoes after putting on socks. I was quite literally out of the door by 7:30 A.M.
I passed all of the cars on my way to school until—of course—I got caught up in the school parking lot. From there I waited patiently, eagerly claiming a spot in the back. I then got out and slung my over-sized backpack over my shoulder and headed for the main entrance. People starred at me like I was crazy—though I probably was—for dressing the way I did, but I could care less, as I wasn't about to obey some stupid school rules.
After receiving my schedule, I headed for my locker to dump off my books that I had gotten the day before. I evidently didn't need any books the first day, or so I was told. So, I grabbed my Ipod out of my book bag, plugged the headphones in my ears and turned up the volume so that people that stood within three feet of me could hear. The song that I was listening to was the song Hit the Floor by Bullet for my Valentine. I've always been a rock/metal person, but I do love the rap and hip-hop. But, nobody said that it's a bad thing to be controversial—right?
I looked at my schedule, studying it, before walking into my first class. Everyone in the class seemed to stare at me, a few of the girls' eyes even roamed over my sculpted body. Looking over my new classmates, I spotted a mop of duck-ass hair in the air and instantly made my way over the raven who had his nose buried in a book.
When I reached the raven's knees, I brought up the raven's hands with my own, took the book and marked it, laying it aside, The pale man looked at me questioningly, not fighting me off like I'm sure he would've done to any other girl.
I sat on the raven's lap, receiving a surprised look from the teen as I did so.
"Didn't expect me to be here now did ya?" I whispered in the raven's ear huskily.
"I'm Naruto Uzamaki! Pleasure to meet ya!" I beamed, holding my hand out to the surprised teen in front of everybody. The pale hand of the raven took it and quickly let go.
"What do you want....Naruto?"
"I don't know Mr. Oblivious, what do I want?" I crossed my arms and put a finger on my soft, pink lips, receiving a chorus of laughter from my surrounding classmates.
"Money?" The raven asked stunned, "Sex? Wha--" A red mark appeared on the raven's pale cheek as my tan hand grabbed his chin.
"No you idiot, I wanna go on a date with you," I ground out, smiling when I reached the end of my sentence. "So what do you say?"
"No way Naruto!" A familiar voice sounded, though I couldn't remember when I had heard it, "Sasuke is mine!"
I turned around to see a pretty-faced girl with bubble gum pink hair—gross!—walk over to me and shove a finger in my face.
"Oh, hey Sakura-chan! Long time no see!" I then visibly winced as she began yelling again.
"You're an ass you know that! You're a fucking sl--" I covered Sakura's mouth with my naturally tanned hand as she continued blabbering.
"Does she always do this?" I asked the class, they all nodded. So, things have changed.
"I'm sorry Sakura-chan, but you need to get over it and quit being such a bitch, got that?" I ordered. Damn, I hated drama. "Now if you'll excuse me......." I murmured to myself, releasing Sakura's mouth only to hear a constant babbling. The name Sasuke could be heard every other word.
"So? Will you?" I asked once again, looking into Sasuke's eyes. Sasuke looked around the room to see all of the girls looking at him like he was a piece of meat.
"Fine," Sasuke muttered, glaring at me. "But you better make it worth my while," the raven grinned.
"Don't worry, I will." I then rose from my seat on Sasuke's lap before grabbing a chair and pulling it near the raven's before sitting in it.
Just before the bell, a scrawny looking kid came over to the table, arguing with the air about taking his spot.
"Hey buddy, look," I began, cutting off the scrawny kid. "I'm sitting here now, so just move your ugly ass out of my view before I get mad....."
"Why the hell should I? The teacher told me to sit here next to Sasuke, and you sir, are violating his rules!" The kid buzzed, his face glowing red.
"Whoa kid, calm down, I'll get out of your seat buddy, I'm sorry," I rose from my seat. I pulled it out for the boy and waited until the scrawny teen was about an inch away from the seat before pulling it out from under him.
"Fuck!" He yelled, rubbing his butt. I high tailed it out of there, seeming to have just found my seat in the back of the room.
"What the hell happened?" demanded a prominent voice from the front of the class.
"Sora was being uncoordinated again!" Someone shouted.
"Was not!" The kid named Sora persisted. "Blondie over there pulled the chair out from under me!" He screeched. I held up my hands with a straight face.
"You look pretty uncoordinated to me, are you sure that you just didn't suddenly get a boner at the sight of me and then just simply fall from pleasure? People do tend to do that around me—guys at least—and probably Mr. Oblivious over there," I smirked while everyone else laughed uncontrollably, I even got a laugh out of the teacher and his identical twin.
"Sora, seeing as you are sexually attracted to my younger brother and Blondie over there, who is informally dressed, you may take a seat in the back," The elder Sasuke ordered, glaring at me the entire time with a smirk.
"Uh, sir," I said, holding up my hand while taking a seat next to Sasuke.
"Yes, uh," Sasuke's brother looked down at his list of students before saying, "Naruto."
"Do you have a mutated version of Tourettes, 'cause last time I checked people can't be happy and pissed as hell at the same time?"
"Itachi Uchiha idiot," The teacher corrected, "do not mouth off again unless you wish to be sent to detention Uzamaki Naruto," Itachi concluded.
"I may have started the war, but there is no way you're going to finish it," I smirked. Itachi turned to the white board before drawing a diagram on the board. I turned to Sasuke and smiled.
"Nice," Sasuke smirked back before turning to face the front of the class once again.
Okay, so this chapter remained the same-generally-but the next ones...well...I have to re-do them. The entire thing. Well, it's just one chapter, but still....lol. Again, 1st person, any mistakes, well, ignore them.