I'm No Angel
Chapter 2: Wanna Date? .
Diclaimer: I don't own anything, not even my own sanity...laughs insanely
Seifer's POV
I smiled as my two loyal friends and I headed to Fujin's, weaving our way through people as we passed them. I looked around; any brunette seemed to catch my interest. I will not admit to anyone but myself that I'm looking for a certain brunette with a tight, leather clad ass. I just couldn't help but search the crowds for him; he was perfect (for me) and I wanted him, bad. I walked quicker, thinking of the brunette waiter, hoping he was working today.
"Excited?" Irvine asked, smiling knowingly.
I looked at him, glaring. Me, excited? Never! And by the look of things, Irvine wanted to get to Fujin's quickly too, hoping to see the hyper brunette girl from yesterday.
"No more than you. Are you going to ask that girl out?" I asked, smirking at Irvine's surprised expression that faded into a lazy smile before he answered.
"Yeah, I can't stop thinking about her," He said, getting a far off look on his face.
"Hmmm…and I bet all that energy would be a bonus in bed," I said, smirking at Irvine.
Irvine looked at me and smirked as well: "Yeah, well, you know, just a bonus."
"How about you, Seifer? Going to ask out Squall?" Raijin spoke up, joining in the conversation.
"Yeah, can't pass up a perfect ass like that," I replied, noticing that we were coming closer to Fujin's. I actually felt a little nervous, which was weird. I've never gotten nervous over asking someone out before.
"I talked to Fujin last night, ya know? She said that he just started working at the café yesterday and that it's his second job. His name is Squall Leonhart, ya know?" Rajin said, putting an arm on my shoulder.
"He has two jobs, huh? I wonder what else he does," I said, scratching my cheek lightly.
When we arrived at Fujin's, Irvine's shoulders slumped slightly when the brunette girl was nowhere to be seen, but I had lady luck on my side today. We took a table and waited for Squall to come to out table and take our orders.
"What would you like to order?" He asked when he arrived to our table, visibly disappointed that we happened to be the occupants of his table.
"Do you have raisins?" I asked innocently. Squall frowned and shook his head.
"No? How about a date?" I asked, again innocently. A flush spread across Squall's face; he looked confused and annoyed.
"Dinner, Friday, at 7?" I asked, hoping to dispel any confusion.
Squall looked sad for a moment, unknown emotions flashing across his face. "I can't date." He answered simply.
"Why, you taken?" I asked, hiding my disappointment unsuccessfully.
"Well…uh…no...or, actually, I guess you could say that," He replied, looking uncertain.
"So you're saying you're not taken or you are?" I asked.
He looked at me and shook his head. "I can't date, alright?"
"Why?" I asked curiously. Like an excuse like 'I can't date' was going to stop me.
"I'd rather not say. Are you going to order?" He asked, raising his pencil to the notepad he was holding.
"Hamburger, fries, coke," I replied.
"Same," and "Me too, ya know," my friends answered. Squall started to leave before Irvine stopped him by grabbing his apron strap. Squall tensed and seemed to reach towards his hip for something invisible.
"Wait, I wanted to ask you something," Irvine said, releasing Squall.
Squall turned around. "What?"
"It's about the girl you were with yesterday. What was her name?" Irvine asked. Squall looked hesitant, but noticed Irvine meant well.
"Selphie Tilmitt," Squall answered.
"Do you think she would be into me?" Irvine asked hopefully.
"Maybe..." Squall said, looking to the side, thinking.
"Could you ask her?" Irvine said. Squall looked at Irvine and nodded before leaving to get our orders.
"YES!" Irvine said, before looking around, embarrassed at his excited cry.
"Good for you, Irvine…I can't believe the little bastard just said 'I can't date'!" I said, slamming my fist on the table. "Nobody can resist me; I'll get him to go out with me soon enough," I said confidently.
"I could get Fujin to put in a few good words for you, ya know?" Raijin said smiling.
"Yes, that would be great," I said, returning the smile. I'll get Squall Leonhart to go out with me no matter how long it takes!
"You could just ask him if he wants to train with you and get him to warm up to you a little," Irvine suggested, smiling. That's right; I forgot he used a gunblade.
"Tomorrow," I said, smirking confidently.
Squall's POV
I can't believe that blonde guy asked me out….I actually wanted to say yes, but I couldn't. He wouldn't want a whore like me anyway. All anybody wants from me is release, nothing that actually involves feelings or dates.
I threw my apron into my locker roughly, putting on my jacket and slamming the locker shut. Tonight was Thursday night, the night when Nida and his gang came to the club. I sighed; Nida and his gang of construction workers always came on Thursday, hoping to avoid being seen. The whole lot were perverted bastards, but what can you expect from anyone who went into a place like The Gentleman's Club. I have no idea why the club was called 'The Gentleman's Club;' I still have yet to see a gentleman there. I grabbed my keys and waved bye to Fujin.
"Wait, Squall," Fujin spoke.
"Yes?" I asked. Please don't fire me.
"I was just going to say that I saw you talking to Seifer Almasy; he's a good guy," she said, smiling slightly. Seifer…so that's his name.
"Yeah," I said, blushing at the memory of him asking me out.
"What did you two talk about?" the girl asked.
"He asked me to…uh…go out with him," I said, embarrassed.
"Did you say yes?" she asked, standing and walking toward me.
"I can't date," I said. Fujin looked confused and set a hand on my shoulder.
"Is it because you're a st-dancer?" she asked, stumbling over the word stripper.
"Yes," I said stiffly.
"You shouldn't let that keep you from dating. Tell Seifer you're a dancer and see what he says. Maybe he won't mind, and…you know, you could quit," the silvered haired girl said, looking at me pointedly as if saying, "If you hate stripping, then why do it, idiot?"
"I can't quit, because I need the money, and no one would want to go out with a whore. Let alone Seifer," I said, wanting the conservation to end here. Fujin seemed to understand and said only one more thing before turning back to her paperwork.
"You don't know Seifer, but I do, and he won't quit on you Squall."
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The club was half full and, as usual, Nida and his groupies were in the front row shouting lewd comments to Brian, the dancer on stage. I sighed. Thursday wasn't my favorite night. I walked into the back room, not missing the comment Nida made: "Hey Angel, you'll be spreading your legs for me tonight!" I just ignored it like usual.
I walked into the dressing area and smiled at Zone, one of the dancers I actually got along with.
"Just ignore Nida; he's a dick," Zone said while he put on his train conductor outfit, which consisted of tiny blue shorts and a tight shirt with a hat that said Conductor on it. His outfit was simple and easy to get off, unlike mine.
I walked over to my cubby hole that had my outfit hanging in it. I absolutely refused to wear a skirt and be a 'school girl' so I made my own costume. It was all white leather: the pants zipped up the sides and laced at the front, my boots were white also, I didn't wear a shirt, but instead a short leather jacket with a fox fur collar. The jacket had a pair of black wings printed on the back that contrasted sharply, standing out from the rest of the costume. I also wore black belts—six of them actually—three crisscrossed around my waist and three around my left thigh.
I pulled on all my clothes, then pulled out the makeup box, setting it on the small shelf in the cubby hole. I pulled out black eyeliner and applied it around my eyes carefully. After the eyeliner, I pulled out white sparkle dust and powdered it on my face and hair, making me sparkle when I moved. I may have dressed like an 'angel', but I certainly wasn't. I felt too dirty to be an angel. Angels weren't whores; I was already in hell anyway.
I looked to the wall clock and noticed that I was up soon, so I hurriedly put away my makeup box and walked to the curtain leading to the stage, waiting for my turn.
"Looking good, Leonhart," Chet, my manager, said smirking, before grabbing my ass. I glared at him, but didn't say anything; I didn't want to get fired.
"You're definitely getting offers tonight. I don't want you ditching this time," Chet said, before forcefully kissing me. I pushed him off me roughly. Chet smacked me painfully hard, rage showing in his eyes.
"No whore can get away with pushing me; you just lost half of your pay for tonight, Angel," Chet said. I rubbed my stinging cheek and glared at Chet's back. I really didn't need to lose any more money. I guess I had no choice but to go home with a stranger tonight…
"Up next is our very own Angel," said the DJ.
Third Person POV
The blonde boy dressed as a school girl finished his set and scrambled to grab tips thrown on stage as the DJ announced the next stripper.
"Up next is our very own Angel," said the DJ.
The curtain opened to reveal an ethereal boy no older than 19, wearing tight white leather pants and a short jacket. Black wings printed on the back stood out starkly against the white leather of the jacket. He wore six belts that hung loosely around his slim waist and strapped tightly around his left leg. The boy had longish chocolate brown hair that fell in layers down to his chin. His bangs fell over striking blue-gray eyes that swirled with unknown emotions. The white dust fell from his hair as he swung his hips to the mixed beat of the music; the dust fell around him, sparkling when the light reflected off the sand sized grains.
The boy ran his hands over his hard abs and took off the belts strapped around his slender waist, letting them hit the floor with a clunk. He then grazed his fingertips along his leg as he took off the belts around his leg, throwing the belts to the crowd then walked forward to one of the poles, rolling his jacket from his shoulders as he went.
Suddenly the beat of the music increased and the boy grasped the pole and lowered to the floor, quickly slapping the floor behind him with his hand to keep from falling. He pulled himself up using the pole and swung around it in a full circle. The brunette pulled his body against the pole as if it were a person and wrapped a leg around it rubbing himself along the bar.
"Damn, baby!" Some man hollered from the crowd.
The boy frowned, but kept on with his act. He walked up to the middle of the stage and turned his back toward the crowd, lowering down in a figure 8 motion then locking his knee's, giving the crowd a nice view of his ass. The brunette moved his upper body to his left side unzipping the pants, then to the other side, unzipping it and revealing the smooth, milky skin of his thighs. A few men whistled loudly and some shouted 'Take it off!' The brunette pulled the leather pants off without moving from his bent over position. There were a few moans from the crowd, most likely guys who were jacking off.
The boy gracefully rose and wrapped a bare leg around the pole and slid his body down it slowly, then up it again, throwing his head back, pretending like he was enjoying the things he was doing. More moans and lewd comments from the crowd. Spinning around the pole a few times and walking around the stage swinging his hips, The brunette again faced away from the crowd and ran his hand down his legs until he was touching his toes.
Squall's POV
The music died down and I hurried to pick up my clothes, grabbing any money I found and even taking some from the men who wanted to hand the money to me. I usually didn't crawl around grabbing the tips, but I needed to replace as much as I could of the half of my paycheck I lost earlier. I felt dirty. I ignored the looks of pure lust I was getting. Disgusted, I hurried off the stage and nodded to Zone as I walked by him. He was next to go on stage.
I quickly put my costume back on; now was the worst part of the night. I walked out of the back room to the main one. I hated whoring myself out and giving 'personal' lap dances, but I couldn't afford to skip it tonight; Chet was already angry with me. I walked through the room and took a seat at the bar. I didn't have to wait long at all before Nida waltzed up to me cockily and grabbed my shoulder; his face was inches from mine.
"I want that tight little pussy of yours, Angel," he said, his disgusting breath filling my nostrils. I cringed but nodded, knowing that Chet's eyes were on me.
"200," I replied monotonously.
"Yeah, yeah," Nida said, before handing me two one hundred dollar bills. Then he roughly grabbed me and took me to one of the back rooms reserved for sex. I felt the usual sickening feeling in my stomach as I followed Nida inside one of the rooms. Once inside, Nida pushed me harshly onto the bed and took off my clothes.
"Damn, I'm going to pound into that pretty little ass of yours," Nida said, lust burning in his eyes. I closed my eyes as Nida (Thank God) prepared me before he invaded my body. I never liked doing this—Zone said if you pretend to enjoy it that it seems better—but I couldn't bring myself to do it. It felt like I was being raped every time no matter what I did.
I kept my eyes closed while Nida used my body, trying to block out the feeling of him inside me. I did get an erection usually, but that was an involuntary reaction; I didn't feel very much pleasure. Nida didn't care about pleasuring me anyway. After a few more rough thrusts, I felt Nida's seed inside of me. I felt sick all of a sudden, and I was afraid that if I didn't get out soon I'd throw up on the bed.
I got up and ran inside the bathroom and threw up my dinner. Nida had already left, hurrying out the door as soon as he got his pants on. The only thing he said to me was that he couldn't wait to see my pussy next Thursday. I wiped my mouth off with some toilet paper and flushed the toilet. There were bathrooms inside these rooms in case someone wanted to fuck in the shower. I learned that when a man who didn't get any from his wife did it to me, not a pleasant memory.
I sighed tiredly as I shakily rose from the bathroom floor. I always felt sick and dirty after I gave my body for money; I usually cried myself to sleep too. I thought of Seifer and how much I wished that someone could actually love me and hold me at night and make love to me gently and actually care if I was hurting or not; I didn't care how girly that sounded. I wanted to go out with Seifer so bad, but I knew as soon as Seifer found out about my nightly job he would run away just like everyone else. I've only been able to keep a few friends after telling them what I did.
Zell and Selphie, my two best friends, my only friends. I remembered the cowboy Irvine asking me to tell Selphie that he liked her. I smiled. Selph will be ecstatic; she couldn't stop talking about him all this morning. I'm happy for her.
I felt slightly better and picked myself up from the floor and got dressed. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my money, making sure it was there, and walked out of the room. I walked straight to the back room, ignoring the other offers from the men; I could only take one fuck a night. I didn't even want to think about servicing more than one man a day; I could hardly do that. I changed into my regular clothes and walked to Chet's office to tell him I was leaving.
I walked in and cringed when I saw two naked boys, younger than me, sitting on his desk.
"I'm leaving," I said to Chet.
"How much did you make?" he asked me, wanting to make sure I actually did something.
"365," I said.
"Good, you can leave," he said. The boys were looking at me, blushing. I hurried out of the room when one of them giggled.
I couldn't wait to get home.
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Authors Notes:
Hello Sorry for the long wait, I had a few problems but all is well now! I've updated both of my stories this week and I'm so glad! Please REVIEW! and Thanks to everyone who REVIEWED chapter one!
Thank you to Darkest Desire who betaed this chapter, and SFA who re-betad.
