Minato had been sitting on the couch in his and Kushina's living room, letting his head fall back against the cushions. He didn't even bother changing out of his work clothes since getting home. He wore the same grey slacks and wrinkled white dress shirt that was rolled to his elbows.
"You don't look very excited," A voice said as the door opened.
Minato just barely managed to lift his head to see Kushina walking through the door of their condo. She was in tight leggings and a loose fitting, long sleeved shirt, carrying a yoga mat that was slung over her shoulder. He lazily looked at his watch. Her class should have ended two hours ago, yet she was just getting home.
He didn't bother asking about it. He was just too damn tired.
"I just want to sleep," Minato answered. She walked over to him and pressed a brief kiss to his lips, the same way she always had since they were sixteen. At twenty-four it still hadn't changed.
"You don't have to go out," She hummed, walking into the kitchen and making tea like she always did after class.
"Tell Jiraiya that," He grumbled, running his entire hand over his face. He had no idea what the older man had in store for the night, but whatever it was, it couldn't have been good.
"Just remember what I told you," She started, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and giving him a look that was too heavy to be trusting. "No touching, no one-on-one dances, and no getting black out drunk."
Minato raised an eyebrow when he looked at her, sitting up straight as he did. She was already turning away from him though and straining the tea leaves.
"When have I ever gotten black out drunk?"
He never got an answer though as his phone buzzed on the glass coffee table.
Leaning forward, Minato saw the text from Jiraiya that he said he was there, and that he had better get his ass outside before he came up there. Minato scoffed and reluctantly stood up, making sure he had his phone, wallet, and keys.
He walked over to where Kushina was sipping her tea with her eyes shut and put his hands on her waist.
"You know I wouldn't do anything, right?" He asked with a frown, trying to make eye contact with her. She kept her gaze focused on the ground before clearing her throat and giving him a big, cheesy smile.
"I know. It's Jiraiya I worry about. Have fun?" She kissed him again, softer this time, longer too. He sighed against her lips and pulled away, taking his hands off her waist as he did.
"Oh yeah. Loads of fun," He groaned sarcastically, giving her a smile as he headed toward the door, "Love you."
It wasn't until he closed the front door that he realized she hadn't said it back.
"We good for tonight?" Madara asked as Nina put her makeup on in the back.
"Stop hovering," Nina remarked as she applied her false eyelashes.
"Nina," Madara growled with his arms crossed.
Nina looked at her boss's reflection in the vanity. The fact he was using her real name and not stage name meant he was stressing big time over this group of VIP's coming in, which was unusual for the frightening Uchiha man.
"As long as you give me my eighty percent, we're golden," Nina confirmed. She had already told Tsunade, who made Madara get it in writing, so there was no way he could fuck her over with the money.
"You're such a pain in my ass," Madara hissed. The irritation went in one ear and out the other. She had been so used to the man that there wasn't much he could do to intimidate her anymore.
"Keep it up and I'm not taking your VIP to a champagne room," Nina teased, fluffing the eyelashes that finally adhered to her skin.
Madara cursed under his breath, and after finally having enough of her, stormed off.
Nina let herself laugh freely. She still had no idea who had enough money and influence to stress Madara out, and she had no idea who specifically requested her for a champagne room since she had sworn them off, but whoever it was must have been one hell of an important guy.
But it didn't really matter who it was because it was just another night at work for her, and that was it.
Mangekyo Strip Club had held up to all of the rumors that Minato had heard about it. It was high end, sleek, classy, and one fine establishment if it weren't for the naked girls on the different stages.
It was more of a lounge than it was a club, filled with black walls, leather couches, cool lighting, and a massive bar that had every type of alcohol imaginable. As a businessman, he could appreciate the time and effort that went into maintaining this type of space, but as a soon-to-be-husband who was here for his bachelor party, he was terrified of it.
"We've already paid the club owner a hefty price, so all the alcohol is on the house tonight. What're you drinking?" Jiraiya asked with a grin.
Minato sighed. He already wanted to leave. This was too much for him and he just wanted to go home and lie on his couch.
"Vodka on the rocks," Minato answered, pushing back his bangs in a moment of stress. Jiraiya grinned and went to the bar, ordering drinks with the rest of the group. Just about every single one of the higher ups at Konoha Enterprises was there, with the exception of the VP, Hiruzen Sarutobi. He said his days of going to strip clubs were over, but that he would help pay for it anyway.
So there he was at a plush strip club for a bachelor party he didn't even want, with a bunch of rowdy corporate executives.
What had he done to be punished in such a horrible way?
Minato looked around the club and noticed that there were three separate stages, one on each side of the club, and then one big one in the center of it. Around each stage were couches, cushioned chairs, and tables for groups of people to sit at, though he noticed the one in the center clearly had the most.
"Here you go," Jiraiya said, handing the glass of vodka to Minato.
"You better not get shitfaced," Minato warned the white haired man. Jiraiya laughed and waved his hand dismissively, pulling him over with the rest of the group to one side of the strip club where one of the smaller stages were.
"Choza! Tell Minato to relax, yeah?" Jiraiya called out. Choza Akimichi looked at Minato and slapped him hard enough on the back to knock the wind out of him.
"Relax, Boss! We paid good money for this!"
Minato glowered at his group of 'friends' as he sat down on one of the couches, sipping on his vodka, crinkling his nose at the strength of it. Whatever kind of vodka it was that they served at the club, it was potent.
The music that had been thumping in the background escalated in volume and the lights in the already dim club, dimmed even further.
Then the show started.
Minato had sat through two performances of women taking their clothes off on each of the side stages, drinking vodka and taking shots when it was expected of him. His friends were drinking heavily, whooping and throwing bills on stage while Minato sat back, feeling drowsy.
He had a nasty habit of checking his watch to the point where Jiraiya threatened to take it away if he didn't stop. But it was hard not to look when he wasn't having any fun in the first place. Seriously. Who in their right mind enjoyed this kind of thing? It just made Minato uncomfortable watching those women take off their clothes for a few bills.
"Gentlemen," A voice spoke. Minato looked up from his glass and where a man with long black hair approached the group of executives.
The man wore pin striped pants, and a red dress shirt, and walked with a swagger that said he either owned the club, or thought he did.
"My name is Madara and I'm the owner of this fine establishment. I hope you're all having a wonderful evening," He said with an easy smirk that Minato was used to seeing his salesmen wear. He shook Jiraiya's hand along with Shikaku's and a few others before returning his hands to his pockets. His dark eyes moved among the group before settling on Minato.
"I trust you're enjoying yourself?" He asked with a slight incline of his head.
"You're damn right we are!" Jiraiya announced, and there were a few cheers behind him. "These girls are great!" Jiraiya gushed with his cheeks red, nursing a heavy buzz.
"Aren't they though?" Madara agreed, keeping that smile plastered on his face. "So who is the man of the hour?" He asked, though his eyes stayed on Minato.
"Right here!" Shikaku said, patting Minato's shoulder.
"Mr. Namikaze, I hope you're enjoying yourself as much as your friends are," Madara said with a casual tone. Minato didn't fall for it. He was the youngest CEO in the history of Konoha Enterprises, and he was smart enough to pick up on the subtleties that Madara was giving off. He dealt with it all the time when he had to speak with the board of directors and stockholders.
"I am," Minato answered. He could tell that Madara didn't buy it.
"Well good. I hope you're all ready for the next performer," Madara began in a voice that was both confident and loud enough to capture the attention of the whole party. "If our other girls haven't quite done it for you, I can assure you that Katia certainly will. She's young, in her prime, a veteran of Mangekyo, and a real crowd pleaser. She's worth every penny, Gentlemen. She's a real beauty!" Madara said, nodding his head and stalking off into the shadows.
Minato frowned. There was something about that man that didn't sit quite right with him. And he didn't like the fact that the club owner knew his name…
"You need another drink," Jiraiya slurred, placing another vodka in Minato's face. Minato huffed and downed the rest of the drink he had been sipping, and took the new one from Jiraiya as to shut him up. At this point he had a slight buzz, but nothing that would make him act like an idiot.
Following the group to the center stage, Minato sat down on the plush couch and nursed his vodka. It went down easier than when he first arrived, and he just hoped that after this he would get to go home.
The lights dimmed and the music changed the way it did all the night, and one of the girls strutted out on stage in heels that were too skinny and too high to ever be able to walk properly in without breaking an ankle.
But when the girl came into view, Minato zoned out and almost had forgotten where he was.
His first thought was that she was too pretty to be a stripper, with soft black hair that framed her face with loose curls, a waist so small that it was almost painful, and eyes that were a warm brown that made him feel like he was standing under the desert sun.
She moved her hips to beats in the music that Minato hadn't even realized were there until he saw her move to them. And he just barely managed to notice the way his friends whooped and threw a plethora of bills on stage. If they were lucky, she would cast them a smile that would make dimples pierce her cheeks so deeply that he had half the mind to wonder if they went all the way through.
She was stunning.
"What do you think, eh?" Jiraiya asked with a nudge when he noticed Minato's fixation.
Hearing Jiraiya brought him back to reality as he cleared his throat and reclined back into the couch, suddenly more interested with the clear liquid in his glass than the woman on stage.
"She's too pretty to be here," Minato admitted.
He didn't hear what Jiraiya said because she was already removing a loose shirt that showed off a red lace bra that pushed everything up and out.
He didn't even register when he had looked up at her again, but when he did her brown eyes met his own blue ones and he swore his heart stopped for a split second.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
The hell was she doing in a place like this? Any woman who looked like that should have been in a mansion somewhere being pampered and primped all day, every day. Not up on a stage doing pole acrobatics for a bunch of drunken corporate executives.
He wondered if she had someone she went home to at night. He wondered if she lived in a nice condo like his. He wondered how long she had been doing this.
He just wanted her to stop. He wanted to tell her she didn't need to take her clothes off for him. He wanted to give her all the money she needed so she didn't have to do this anymore. He just wanted to do anything to get her out of this place.
When the song ended she picked up a silver microphone from a stand that was in the back corner of the stage that looked like it belonged in the '50s, and moved back to the front of the stage.
She crouched down, a feat that Minato imagined must have been far more difficult than he could imagine in those heels that were thin as needles, and put the vintage microphone to her lips that were pouted.
"How you doing, Boys?" She asked, giving them a smile that made those dimples pierce her cheeks again, and tilting her head to the side in a way that was way more teasing than it ever should have been.
The response was a bunch of drunken hollers that drowned each other out.
"That's what we like to hear," She said in a stage voice that was caught somewhere between a song and an announcement. She stood back up in a sweeping motion that was all balance and agility and leaned on one hip.
"I'm Katia and you gentlemen hit the lottery because I don't normally do these," She played with the microphone and threw Jiraiya a smile that Minato knew would be on the man's mind for months to come. "But that's not important. What's important is that someone's get hitched, yeah?" She whooped her own voice the way the guys had been doing all night, and before he knew it, Jiraiya, Choza, and Shikaku, all had their arms around Minato, pointing to him as if he was choking or something.
"This guy!" Jiraiya shouted over and over again.
The girl—Katia—threw a wink at Jiraiya and crouched down again so she was just a little above eye level with Minato from the stage.
"And what is your name, Sweetheart?" She asked in that stage voice. Minato couldn't help but wonder what her actual voice sounded like.
He heard his friends yelling things at him but none of it registered.
He reluctantly let out a sigh and said, "Minato."
"Minato," She repeated with a click of her tongue and a smile on her lips. He thought to himself that he liked the way she said his name.
"Well Minato, I hope I can give you a show you'll remember," She said, casting him a wink as she walked back to where the microphone stand was, leaving the mic there.
The music started up again and she gave him a smile that he felt was genuine. He couldn't get over how deep her dimples were, and Minato leaned back into the couch again and looked at his drink.
It was the first time all night he actually smiled.
"Are we done?" Minato asked after the last girl, Katia, had walked off stage. While he made eye contact with her several times, and each time smiled like an idiot, he had to look away from her body when she moved each article of clothing.
It just didn't feel right to have so many men looking at her like that.
"Oh no, we've got one more thing in store!" Jiraiya slurred. So much for not getting shitfaced.
"What the hell else could there possibly be?" Minato snapped, though the anger was lost on his drunken friend.
"We got," Jiraiya hiccupped, "a champagne room for ya."
Minato stared and let the words sink in.
"What is a champagne room?" He couldn't deny the terror he could feel curling in his gut. A champagne room sounded like something out of a porno for fuck's sake.
"It's just a nicer way of saying a lap dance," Jiraiya explained, cackling at the clear look of fear on the blonde man's face.
"Kushina said no one-on-one dances," Minato argued.
"Stop, it'll be fine! It's not like you're going to fuck the girl."
Jiraiya was so drunk that Minato wasn't sure if he heard the words correctly. Sure, the older man was a perv. No doubt about it. He even had a side job of publishing erotic fiction. But a sober Jiraiya would have never disrespected Kushina like that in a million years.
"No. I'm not doing it," Minato said with a frown, finally putting his foot down.
He could see that Jiraiya was going to argue with him, but the man was suddenly a sickly shade of green and he ran over to the trash can and emptied his guts there, making Minato grimace. He took the opportunity to look around at his group of friends. They were all shitfaced and he could tell the club's staff was getting sick of them.
He checked his watch, sighing when he saw it was 2:30 in the morning and decided it was time to leave.
No champagne room. No lap dance. And no hangover.
"Great job tonight, Babe. They loved you," Madara hummed, walking over to where Nina was putting on another set of clothes for her last job of the night.
She raised an eyebrow at Madara as she attempted to pull the skin tight jeans over her ass, jumping into them to get them on.
"Don't look so happy. You're scaring the other girls," Nina retorted, buttoning the low rise jeans and adjusting her bra in the mirror.
Madara chuckled to himself and placed a roll of cash on the vanity.
"That looks pretty small for your best girl who just worked a private party and is about to work a champagne room," Nina said, picking up the roll and turning around to face her boss. Madara kept his hands in his pockets and continued to smirk.
"That's your sixty percent," He said with a nod.
Nina blinked. The fuck did that mean?
"I can see that. Why isn't it eighty like we talked about?"
"Because it turns out the group got so horribly drunk that they left early. No champagne room. No eighty percent. Check the paper," Madara nodded in Tsunade's direction who was giving her a sad look that meant Madara was telling the truth. The whole reason he agreed to give her eighty percent of her tips in the first place, was because she swore off champagne rooms, and that was her incentive to go through with it. Without the champagne room, she would make the same amount of money she always did. Without it, she was back to sixty percent.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Nina snapped, wanting to wring Madara's neck.
"Go home, Nina. You've earned yourself a break," Madara said calmly, strutting away like he owned the world or something.
Nina stared at the roll of cash and ran her hands across her face, ruining her makeup as she did.
She needed a new job.
I'm just realizing now that my page breaks in the first chapter seemed to have completely disappeared. I'm going to try and fix that right away but I have issues with this site all the time. So I recommend checking out my Archive of our Own. I have less issues over there so I'm able to update quicker and my formatting is never messed with, so the story will look and flow better. My name over there is blairxriles. Sorry if anyone has had any trouble reading the first chapter. I didn't realize my page breaks didn't show up.
But what do you guys think about this type of AU? I feel like Minato/OC stories are rare enough, but I feel like people are going to be like "what the actual f?" when they see it's about a stripper. Thoughts? Opinions? Let me know what you think! Keeps me motivated to keep putting up new chapters.
