xX Talking Body Xx
Xx Chapter 1: It Seems Like You're Ready xX
There were times where Lucy questioned what she was doing with her life.
Considering how she was school teacher instead of a stripper or a phone sex operator or whatever the heck people were doing these days, it was safe to say it was pretty productive.
Yes she said it. She was a school teacher at Mavis High.
Emphasis on the teacher since it was a difficult job to have, despite popular belief.
When she wasn't at her job teaching the little brats she called students (she used brats endearingly), she was doing teacher things at home. When she wasn't doing lesson plans for the next day, she was relaxing with her three roommates.
It was 'the life' in her mind, and it was fun as all heck.
But the reason why she questioned her life was because she was sitting at a table in a male strip club, watching the 'Dragons' perform their set on a Saturday night.
Well...not really watching as much as she was blushing and staring at the ceiling.
Lucy didn't really see herself a pervert as much as her friends thought she was, Cana making the comment that 'being a teacher meant a lot of desk sex', to which she followed with, "you like that kind of thing, don't you Lucy?"
No. She didn't like it.
Granted that she never tried, but desks were meant for work. Not bumping uglies.
Not that the idea didn't sound appealing...
Mm. Desk sex...But of course, she would need a boyfriend to try that out with.
Ha! Who needed a boyfriend when she had food? Food didn't leave her.
Ahem. Moving on.
During her twenty-five years of life, she couldn't even count the amount of boys she'd-
Seven.
She'd dated seven boys in her lifetime.
Ahem. Anyway...
Three treated her like trash. One was indifferent towards the relationship. Two were very, very clingy, and her most recent one was the longest relationship she'd had, making her believe they were going to get married.
Then he'd cheated about two weeks ago...
AHEM. CONTINUING. FORWARD.
The point was, she had no luck with men, seeing as how they all wanted her for her money.
Her father, Jude Heartfilia, ran one of the most successful fashion industries in the world, and she wasn't exaggerating. Heart and Feel Your Love was the second most known lingerie companies, right behind Victory's Secret. Lucy never put thought into why they were second when they were clearly cheaper, made of better fabric, and more purchased than the other brand.
Maybe it was the really long name. It was a lot to stitch onto the butt.
Point was, she was making it rain in the charities, and everybody wanted that.
Was that also why Cana thought she was perv? Because her family sold fancy underwear and she was always wearing it? Add that to the whole teacher thing and no wonder why Cana practically thought she was living a man's wet dream.
The music was pounding in her ears and it was hot. Way too hot in the club, and Lucy found herself fanning her face in order to get some air into her damn pores.
Cana took this in the wrong context.
"I knew you were hot for this stuff Lucy!" the brunette shouted over the music, slinging an arm over the blonde's shoulder and pressing her lips to her ear. "Are you wet?" she purred.
Lucy flamed.
"N-No!" she exclaimed, pushing the busty drunk off of her. "It's just really hot in here!"
"Oh yes it is," Cana growled, licking her lips slowly, her eyes glued onto the hips of the gyrating men on stage. Lucy could see Cana shivering and biting her lips, and she chanced a look.
Nothing - absolutely nothing - could prepare her.
The song was fast and upbeat, but they were moving in slow motion almost. Their bodies rolling in sync, their hips pumping and swiveling, and their...
Their hands.
Running down their bodies and touching every glorious piece of skin in sight dear Mavis. Dipping in every ridge of their abdominals, spreading the slick sweat over their chests, flicking at the buttons of their pants, running through their hair and Tenrou have mercy because she wasn't getting any in this room!
Lucy ripped her eyes away forcefully and with no little amount of effort.
She could hear Cana whooping and hollering in appreciation at the men on stage. Last time she looked, there was only one on stage, now there were four rolling, rippling bodies feeling themselves up. One with reddish brown hair, two blonde - she was sure one was the bouncer - and one with light red hair.
Or was that pink?
It was probably pink.
Pink hair or no, he was working it.
His moves were perfectly timed with his 'brothers-in-thongs'. His sweat slicked bangs fell over his eyes in just the right way that gave him a seductive, hungry look. His lips pulled back into a mischievous grin, fangs peeking out shyly and Lucy wondered briefly what it would feel like to have them nipping and scraping over her pulse and oh...
She squeezed her thighs together. She shouldn't be enjoying this, but she was. She shouldn't be picturing that, but she was.
His muscles - his muscles - weren't overly bulky like bouncer blonde up there. They were much smaller, more lean, yet they still rippled in the same manner as his buddies. He spun a full one-eighty and she caught sight of his back flexing with arms as he placed his tanned hands on his rear and pushed.
His body flowed and Lucy was stuck.
Back rolled, hands gripped, hips thrusted, thighs flexed and knees bent. His companions did the same but her eyes were stuck onto the pink haired 'Dragon' on the stage.
He turned his head, they all turned their heads, but she was only focused on the fact that he turned his head...
And looked at her. Straight in the eyes.
...
Natsu jolted awake at the sound of his landline ringing loudly in his ear.
He was tired dammit!
Looking at the clock, he saw he had gotten a solid hour of sleep before being rudely awakened by technology. Natsu sighed heavily before plopping his head back onto the pillow and reaching for his house phone, clearing his throat lightly and deepening his voice.
The only reason his landline rung was because it was one of those calls.
"Hey there baby," he said deeply, his voice thick with sleep. Probably should've taken care of that before he picked up the phone. Oh well.
He could hear the mystery girl gasp softly at the sound of his voice, and he pictured someone small. With black hair, short, with big breasts.
He was completely unsure if he was accurate but hey, he always found out eventually.
"H-Hi..." she whispered and he frowned in thought. Probably around twenty-three he was guessing. If she was older, she'd sound more confident or indifferent. Young because of the timidity. If she was seasoned in the bedroom or experienced with phone sex, she'd be more forward and seductive.
First-timer?
"This your first-time doing this, honey?" he asked.
"Ah y-yes. How did you know?"
Natsu grinned to himself. He may not be the brightest apple in the shed, but he knew a lot about his job.
"Just a guess. How old are you?"
"T-Twenty-two..."
Damn. One year off. "Oh? Young blood, I like it."
"H-How old are you?"
"Twenty-six."
She laughed lightly and Natsu smiled. She still sounded tense, but he felt she was slowly relaxing. "You made it sound like you were really old."
"Do I sound that way to you?"
He could just picture her shaking her head. "N-No. You sound young and fun and r-really cute."
"Hm. I like to think of myself as pretty cute."
"R-Really?"
"Yeah! What about you? Do you consider yourself cute?"
"N-Not really..."
"Oh? What do you look like then?"
"U-Um..." She paused, and he heard the rustling of clothes, the padding of feet and the sound of a door opening. Did she really just go to the mirror? Did she really just forget what she looked like?
Natsu took a look at the timer. Two minutes and twelve seconds. Good, he would get paid for the hell he was about to go through.
"I-I have black hair, and brown eyes."
"Oh? Long hair or short?"
"S-Short."
He got the hair right. "You sound cute! How tall?"
"Um...around 5'2 maybe?"
Mavis she was short. Got that right too. "How nice? Cup size?"
"E-Excuse me?!"
"Your breasts. How big are they?"
"W-Why do you need to know that?" She sounded appalled and slightly disgusted. Definitely a first timer, and she was lucky she called him and not anyone else.
"I want to how much skin will overflow out of my tanned hands," he said roughly, grinning when he heard her shaky breath. Damn was he good at his job.
"I-I'm a d-double D..."
Not the biggest he's heard but the were still pretty damn big for someone who was 5'2. Was that even natural? "Mm. That's nice," he grunted, keeping his tone low and deep.
"I-Is it...?"
"Yeah." She was a first timer and sounded very innocent. Innocents tended to like the vulgar type so... "You sound really fucking hot."
He could hear the soft whimper she tried to hide and he grinned. Normally, he wasn't one to curse or talk dirty on these calls, preferring to make a girl satisfied with sounds and soft words instead, but he was feeling generous today.
His shift at Majikku was a lively one. The girls were very responsive and appreciative, and he found he had earned over four hundred in tips, more than his usual amount. He enjoyed the set he performed in and his co-workers did a fantastic job of being in sync with him.
Then there was that blonde...
"I-I wear glasses though..."
"That doesn't bother me. I think glasses are sexy. Can you imagine me taking them off of your face slowly, using the earpiece in replacement of my finger, slowly sliding it down your body..."
He turned his head, looking at the crowd behind him.
Blonde...
"Placing the temple tip in between your breasts..."
Her wide, wide, brown - oh so brown - eyes. Gaping mouth. Pure lust in her gaze...
"Can you imagine what it would look like pushing between my lips?"
He could see the body jerking shiver that passed through her form at his gaze. Her large breasts jiggled with the movement, and his gaze dropped down for an instant before flicking back up to her wide, wide eyes.
"I-I can imagine," Mystery Missus said breathily.
"You can huh?" he whispered deeply. "Can you imagine my tongue replacing the glasses, and it travels down your body? Nipping softly at your waist, arms, neck, legs..."
Did her body feel like it was on fire when he looked at her? Was she clenching her thighs - yes she was. She was squishing her thighs together so closely he thought they might fuse into one. He grinned, and he saw her mouth fall open just a little more at the look.
"Can you see it...?" He didn't know her name.
"Mina," she panted, and Natsu could faintly hear the sound of rustling. She was going to work on herself huh? A brief glance at the phone showed he had been talking to her for ten minutes. "My name is Mina."
"Mina," he growled. She sucked in a sharp breath and he knew he was doing good. "Are you picturing that your fingers are mine? Are you thinking that it's me plunging my fingers into your cunt?"
She whimpered, and he figured she liked dirty talk.
He licked his lips slowly, watching as her eyes followed the movement of his tongue. His lips burned.
She bit her lip, and he wanted to do it for her.
"Y-Yes..." she whispered. "Yes. Yes."
"Keep doing that Mina. Keep picturing that it's me." He hummed and shifted a little in his bed. He wasn't aroused, but he had to make it seem like he was pleasuring himself to heighten her own pleasure. "You sound so damn sexy."
His hips moved in time with the music, almost on auto pilot. She crossed her legs and they looked so long. But despite his hips doing sensuously wicked movements, her eyes stayed on his, and his on hers.
It was almost like he was dedicating his show for her.
And apparently she had no problems with it.
His name on the Pillow Talk website was Natsu, so it never surprised him when girls suddenly called his name during fancy fingerwork. Still, it startled him a bit when he heard it when thinking of something completely irrelevant.
So when Mina-san suddenly screamed "Natsu-kun" into the speaker during her Hallelujah moment, all he could say was:
"-kun?"
But she didn't hear him. She was too busy quaking on her bed with her fingers in her va-jay-jay.
His hands reached down and slowly flicked the button of his pants free as his friends slowly did the same. He bit his lip, his fang poking into the flesh, and grinned at the blonde in the back. The person next to her was practically salivating as she screamed, most likely something relating to his clothes one way or another.
He kept his eyes locked on the blonde.
"I-I'm sorry. Was I too loud?" she asked breathily.
Yes. Yes she was. "No you weren't. You sounded great."
"Oh dear. I hope my neighbors didn't hear me..."
"It's okay. Let them hear your sexy voice!"
She giggled, and Natsu smiled. She sounded so relaxed now. "I...Thank you, Natsu-kun."
Once again, all he could say was, "-kun?"
"I'm sorry, can I not call you that?"
He scratched the back of his head. "It's fine. Just not used to hearing that. Go ahead and call me without honorifics. It seems silly considering how you just came while you were on the phone with me."
Jeez, he could practically hear her blush. Thankfully, she didn't squawk. "O-Okay, N-Natsu-uuu. C-Can I...Can I call you again some time? Maybe...just to talk?"
"I don't see anything wrong with that," he said, genuinely happy with that thought. He enjoyed his job - sometimes - but it could be overwhelming. Having to sound sexy and talk dirty for a living got tiresome at times. Sometimes it felt good just to talk to a random person and still get paid for it.
He turned on his mic, faced the girls while standing tall, a finger hooked in his unbuttoned leather pants and grinned. They were practically panting in anticipation, vibrating in excitement. Locking his eyes onto the chocolate browns, he said deeply:
"Are you ready?"
Oh the blonde certainly looked ready. But as he yanked off his pants...
...
Her body was not ready.
It was not ready at all.
As soon as that Man of a man yanked off his pants, she melted.
Her brain fried. Her body overheated. Her eyes flashed.
And she drooled.
A lot.
Then she left because she wasn't freaking ready at all!
Now she had had many lovers in her time, but none looked quite like that.
His thighs - dear Mavis his thighs - were so toned and tanned and smooth and the skin was pulled tighttighttight like the hot coil in her stomach. His calves - have mercy his calves - were so proportional to his entire body, it almost didn't look real.
Lucy didn't think she would ever be so into calves but look at her now.
Squealing in her pillow about some stupid skin.
It was stretched along his legs tighter than a speedo.
Speaking of speedo, she didn't know if it was the skimpy man-thong-thingie he was wearing but it made his gun look huge!
It was no Johnson-Johnson for babies but a Johnson-Johnson for men!
She was about ready to sign that package off.
Good Lord she was a teacher! She shouldn't be thinking of that!
But she was.
She shouldn't be picturing it!
But she was.
Lucy silently cried into her pillow, for she was the worst kind of trash. She felt like the huge dumpster filled with unfinished frappuccinos and lemon cake because she was afraid to admit that she probably -sortofkindofmaybe - just fell in love with a stripper.
She felt like Cana! Not that she was trash.
Speaking of...she was still at the club wasn't she?
Lucy sighed and pushed herself up from her bed, reaching for her cell phone. After one call that went unanswered, Lucy gave up and sent the bartender a quick text.
To: Alcoholic
Delivered: 12:07 AM
Message: I left you. It was too sexy for me. Finish my beer?
Almost instantly, she got a reply.
From: Alcoholic
Received: 12:07 AM
Message: Already did baby. Already did.
And Lucy wondered why the hell didn't she just pick up the phone.
Shaking her head, and throwing her phone on the charger - not plugging it in, literally throwing it on top of the charger - the blonde yanked off her clothes and walked into the bathroom.
As she showered, she couldn't help but think of the pink-haired 'Dragon'. The way his body moved and moved and moved signaled that he had be 'entertaining' for a while. She wondered what days he worked, then kicked that thought out of her mind. Then she wondered what time he worked, then stifled that train quickly.
She wondered if he was single.
Then promptly beat her forehead.
Eye candy. That's all he ever was. That's all he'd ever be, and she knew it.
And when Sunday night rolled around and when the clock struck midnight, she found herself sitting at the same table she and Cana sat at despite the fact that she was alone, and she had work the next morning. Despite the fact that he was just 'eye candy'.
And once again, these were the times Lucy questioned what she was doing with her life.
1. So strippers...?
2. So phone sex...?
3. So references...?
4. Let's jump right into it because yes.
5. So I can either rant about the chapter content and explain why I did this and that and put that there and made this character like this and made her do that, but no. I'm just going to say phone sex changes people. Stripping changes people. If Natsu seems OOC, it's because he's a phone sexing stripper man dude guy. He has to shape himself into the type of man ladies want so they can get off properly.
6. I'm crude. And slightly innocent.
7. There's a reason I added the Natsu phone scene in there. Gimme a second to figure out what it is.
8. Ah, because I wanted you peeps to see what exactly he does when he's not taking off his clothes. This is a thing. This is what happens. Enjoy Natsu talking dirty.
9. Oh and get it? Heart and Feel Your Love? Heart-and-Feel-Your-Love? Heart-eh-feel-i-a? Heartfilia? I spelled that out for you so you better get it.
10. Oh right. End of the chapter. There's a blue button down there, it says review and it's calling your name whatever it may be. How about you click it and tell me how I'm such trash?
