She's Just 'Not' That Into You

Chapter Two

-Tyranny-

Hikari walked down the street with somewhat angry strides. It was a Saturday afternoon, and she was on her way to meet her best friend for lunch. What was upsetting her though, was that last night had been a Friday. Friday nights were when she made the most money, and yet last night she had been significantly short. What was weird though, was every time she performed and men asked her to give them a private show, they never came to the curtained room. Meaning that she lost money, and wasted her time.

If this kept happening, she was going to make a complaint to her boss. Because she had an expensive lifestyle, and she needed all the money she could to keep living it. The only time someone did show up was when that Uchiha guy had come back. He'd paid her another five hundred for the rest of the night, but she had made sure this time that he put his hands under his legs. She even threatened to use duct tape, though that only seemed to amuse him. He'd still touched her, grabbing her rear and forcing her against his body fully, and so she'd ended it once more, in a more dignified manner than the first time. She had to give him credit though, because he'd resisted her purposeful teasing a lot longer than she'd expected.

And boy did she like to tease men. It gave her a thrill to watch them go crazy and know that it was all because of her, for her. The adrenaline rush was addictive, and sometimes she had to take small breaks to calm herself before moving on to the next customer.

She walked into the small family owned restaurant, walking over to the booth where her friend was already seated. She was younger than Hikari by a few years, with long, golden blonde hair and dazzling amber eyes. Hikari let out a sigh as she sat down on her side of the booth. "Please tell me your week has been better than mine." She said, pulling off her Prada sunglasses and placing them into her purse.

"Unfortunately no…" she sighed, taking some papers from the table and sliding them in her bag. She was dressed more conservatively, wearing a blue dress that cut straight across with two straps over her shoulders. She smiled though, "What's got you so down, I thought you loved your new job?"

"I do." The pale haired woman said, signaling for the waiter to come over. "I mean, at first it was great, but lately things have gotten weird." The waiter arrived then, and before he could open his mouth Hikari spoke. "I want a diet coke with lime, and the special, no onions please."

"Yes ma'am." He nodded, pulling out his pad of paper and writing it down. "And for you?" he asked, looking at the blonde.

"Just a cheeseburger please, no onions as well. Extra pickles too. And a lemonade." She smiled, watching him write down and then leave them. Her gaze returned to her friend and she waited for her to continue.

Hikari ran her fingers through her hair in agitation. "Well, it started after this one guy came in. He gave me five hundred dollars for the rest of the night. Luckily, he broke the no-hands rule, so I ended our session and got to keep the money." She said in a pleased way. "But since then, every time someone asks for a session, they never show up, so I don't get paid." She pouted. "The only time someone actually did follow through was when it was that same hands-y guy, who broke the rule again. I mean, I know I'm one of the best there, so why aren't the other guys showing up?"

The blonde giggled. "Well, he gave you five hundred both times right? So he's obviously has money. What if he like 'paid' your manager not to let other guys have you? He sounds like a control freak."

She rubbed her chin in contemplation. "Talia, you're a genius." She said. "Because if he did, I wouldn't get my cut from Manny until the end of the month. That's just how he is." She growled, hitting the table in frustration. "If that bastard did that I'm going to be pissed. There is a new Louis Vuitton purse that I must have, and without the usual customers I can't get it."

"Oh come on Hikari." Talia huffed. "No offense, but you do work in a…shady place men go to get off." She whispered, glancing around. "The kind of men who go there aren't the types to really 'fall' for the girls…I mean that's just silly. You guys don't love them back. Do you honestly think this guy bought you out?"

"Talia, you didn't meet him." Hikari said earnestly. "He is totally the type to do that. He knew I was a virgin just by watching me dance on the stage. He even asked me if he could buy it. And when he left, he called me his sweet little tease, in a possessive tone. It's very likely that he did it. But I won't get the chance to ask him until he comes in again. And he's a fancy lawyer, so I don't know how soon his next visit will be."

"He's a lawyer?" Talia blinked and at the nod, the blonde broke into laughter. "And you're being apprehensive? To a guy who can feed your sick spending addiction?" Talia tried to stop but she was almost bursting from the hilarity. "Is he ugly? Is that why?"

The violet eyed woman crossed her arms in a huff. "No, he's not ugly. But he's an arrogant ass, and I don't like him." she said. "I'd rather grind up on a bunch of fat, nerdy lards then have to be forced to spend one entire shift in his company. At least they don't shove their hands beneath my clothes and grope me out of nowhere." She blushed slightly, remembering her first dance for the ebony haired man.

"I thought you said that it felt incredible." Talia pointed out, with a little snicker.

Her blush darkened. "That doesn't matter." She whispered a bit loudly. "I am a dancer, not a prostitute. When I allow a man to touch me like that, it will be because I love him, not because he's super sexy, has a lot of money, and magical fingers."

"Whatever you say." She giggled. Their waiter came back with their drinks and soon after their food. Talia picked up her burger and bit into it, savoring the flavor. "I love this restaurant."

"Me too." Hikari agreed, biting into her own specialty sandwich. "So," she swallowed, before taking a drink. "Why has your week been so terrible?"

Talia shook her head, swallowing as she set her cheeseburger down. "Just one of my students…she's driving me nuts. Yesterday, she thought it would be a good idea to blow up my globe."

Hikari snorted, covering her mouth to keep her food in as she finished chewing. "That's hilarious." She said. "So she actually blew it up?"

"I honestly don't know how. She does all these crazy things, you know stuff that kids who don't get enough attention at home do?" the blonde sighed. "But that's not the case with her, she's a sweetie and her mother picks her up herself every day and they go out to lunch and spend the afternoon together. And her father is one of the nicest men I've ever met. He was so polite at the Open House, she absolutely adores him and I don't think they have any problems so I don't know what it could be."

"Maybe she has so much one on one attention at home she wants it at school as well." The pale haired woman shrugged. "I mean, it could just be a whole not wanting to share your attention with the rest of the class thing, so she gets in trouble on purpose to get what she wants from you. It's actually a kind of compliment." She said, taking another bite of food.

Talia deadpanned. "She gave me a card that exploded ink in my face."

Hikari laughed. "Oh man I wish I'd have seen this. This little girl is a genius." she snickered.

"You are absolutely no help Hikari. I bet you were a troublemaker in school." the blonde laughed, pointing her finger in a somewhat scolding way.

"Was not." She smiled. "I made straight A's, thank you very much. The only problem my teachers ever had with me was my clothes. 'Too revealing' and all that crap."

Talia shook her head, still smiling. "I love you to death Hikari." She said, but then leaned back. "I don't know, I'll probably just let it go and if anything worse happens just talk to her parents about it. She's from a pretty prestigious family, so I'm assuming the rest won't want her acting out too much."

Hikari nodded. "Yeah, well, I hope things work out so that you don't have to call them. I'd hate for her to accidentally burn your eyebrows off or something." She chuckled. "But if she does you have to send me a picture. That way I can treasure it forever and ever." She held her hands to her chest and twisted back and forth, mimicking a young child.

Talia rolled her eyes, "If my eyebrows get blown off I'll wish upon you a venereal disease from that pole you and all those girls are grinding. I know you have nothing but that doesn't mean they don't." she huffed.

"Please." She scoffed. "We all get tested every month, it's a job requirement. Besides, you'd be surprised how clean we keep that place. Out of all the clubs, ours is the most high-end." She nodded. "That's the only reason I applied there."

"So you're saying you hope my eyebrows get blown off to give you a laugh?" Talia wondered, crossing her arms. "I'm having a bad week and being tormented by a little girl and all you do is laugh at me while I sit here and listen to you whine about some guy probably being in love with you?"

Hikari sighed, becoming serious. "No, that is not what I'm saying. It would be funny if your eyebrows got blown off, but I do not wish that upon you. I really do hope she gets her act together, because I know that teaching a bunch of seven year olds isn't the easiest thing in the world." She said. "And don't say that he's in love with me. You're the one that said men at those places don't really fall in love with us anyways. They just fall in lust."

"And you're the one who said he's just the type to do that." She said simply.

"No." she held up her finger. "I said he's the type to become possessive and think that he owns me. He's not the type for love. He's the hit it and quit it type."

"Ooooh…" Talia nodded. "Yeah…that sounds about right." She met her friend's gaze once more. "Well, are you going to ask your manager why no one is accepting your private dances?"

"Of course I am." She scoffed. "If I'm not getting any private dances then I need more shows, because it's not fair."

Talia concurred. "Definitely."

The two women resumed eating their lunch then, passing the time with idle chit chat. When they finished and paid, they said farewell with a hug and a planned lunch date in another week. Hikari went home then and took a shower, fixing her hair before going in to work an hour early so that she could have plenty of time to talk to Manny and still get ready.

She walked over to her manager's door and knocked softly, before opening it. "Hey Manny, you got a minute?" she asked, poking her head in. "I need to talk to you about something."

"For my sexiest little thang?" the pudgy brunette snickered. "I got a lot of time, depending on how good my time is spent." He rolled his chair back and pat his lap, gesturing for her to come over.

Hikari entered the room, closing the door behind her before removing her clothes so that she was left in her bra and underwear, which was a cute, matching set of navy lace. She straddled him, beginning to move as she would for any other customer. She didn't like Manny all that much. He was crude, rude, and gross, but he knew how to run the club, and he always made sure that the girls got the money they deserved. "Manny, I haven't been getting any private sessions." She whined, sticking out her lower lip as she pressed her breasts against his chest. "Every time a guy asks me for one they never show up to the room. It's really costing me."

"Yeah?" Manny groaned, already rock hard from just watching her take her clothes off. He pressed his arousal into the crevice of her butt. "What of it?"

"Well do you know why they're not coming? Because they seem really eager when they ask. The only guy who does show is that Uchiha fella that the girls tell me comes all the time." She said, grinding against him.

He nodded, resting his hands on her hips, deepening their contact. "Yeah, you got a private patron. He said as long as you don't dance with anyone else, I get to keep sixty percent of the money. He made such a high bid I couldn't dare refuse."

Her gaze narrowed. "How much?" she asked.

"One hundred thousand dollars. I was going to give you your forty grand at the end of the month."

"What?" she gasped, immediately getting out of her boss' lap. "That is just…ugh!" she threw her hands in the air, walking over and angrily picking up her clothes. "I can barely stand that bastard!" she complained, straightening and facing him once more, holding her clothes in front of her. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"Because I knew you'd react like this." He gestured, rubbing the hard-on in his pants with his hand. "I'm sorry Hikari, but it was more money than I would have gotten for you anyways, plus…you just don't say no to the Uchiha's. They practically run the city and every aspect."

She pouted. "Fine. But I want two shows on Friday and Saturdays. If I have to put up with him, I want to make more money."

He scoffed. "You're getting forty grand."

"Fridays then." She haggled.

"You should be grateful you get any time. He wanted to just buy you himself. But I convinced him to let you stay on and just do your dances." Manny argued. "Besides, my other girls aren't getting this bonus so why should their time get cut? Count yourself lucky you have such a generous and rich sugar daddy."

Hikari let out a sigh of defeat. "Well I wish you'd asked me if I wanted it. But I'll do it anyways." she turned to leave, before pausing. "You didn't tell him my real name, did you?" she asked, looking back at him. "Because I don't want him to know it."

Manny turned a bit purple from holding his breath. "Alright…you can have extra shows." He exhaled nervously.

"Manny!" she nearly shrieked, glaring at him. "That is private information! Ugh!" she grabbed the doorknob and threw the door open. "Fridays and Saturdays." She reminded over her shoulder, before stomping off and letting her manager's door close behind her. The frown on her face was a fierce one as she made her way to the dressing rooms to get ready for the night.

That Uchiha better pray for mercy when she saw him next, because right now, she wanted to murder him.