Love at Angels'
Rinny Leonheart
A request from Angel Wing Rinoa777, my first request fic to be exact, which means that it will contain multiple chapters, and multiple lemons if you guys are lucky enough! LOL!
Summary: Squall Leonheart is a normal student at Deling University. His attitude towards others is nothing but cold and unwelcoming. His two best friends Seifer and Irvine decide to take him out for his nineteenth birthday to cheer him up. And not just anywhere. They take him to Deling's famous strip club Angels' where he sees a true angel who shouldn't even be stripping. He goes everyday just so he can see her and begins to fall for her deeply… Squinoa with a little Seiftis and Selvine.
No, it wasn't your eyes playing tricks on you. I'm still alive and feeling inspired! Firstly I would like to apologise for going AWOL, the last 5 years have been such a blur. For those who have not inspected my homepage prior to this update, on the 4th June 2009 I became the proud owner of a little girl who I am hoping will be a big FF fan like her mummy in the future. She already recognises Squall on YouTube music videos so I must be getting it right!
I do not own the songs used for the dances in this chapter. It didn't take me much thought to come up with an appropriate tune for Rinoa's lap dance! for the first dance, can you play "Pretty Green Eyes" and for the second play "Heaven is a Place on Earth". I have had a mod "review the chapter" telling me to remove the lyrics as I could get deleted. Not the best way to tell someone, that's what PM's are for surely. Lovely thing to come back after a 5 year dry spell!
Warning: Nudity description in this chapter and some graphic acts.
Last Chapter
Seifer moved his hand quickly over Squall's ranting mouth to shut him up. It seemed girls weren't the only ones who caused scenes in public. Squall ripped Seifer's hand from his mouth and gave him his best I'm-gonna-kill-you look. Seifer gave him a superior smirk and pushed him up the queue to the reception desk.
"Almasy party for the special." He announced to the half-naked woman at the counter. She grinned at him.
"100 Gil please. Lily here will show you the way." She indicated to the brunette standing next to her. Lily smiled at them and took Seifer by the arm. Irvine and Squall followed them up some stairs next to the reception. They reached a corridor and Lily pushed Seifer forward.
"Room's at the end of the hall guys. There's a mini bar in there so help yourselves, k?"
She retreated back down the corridor, leaving the young men alone. Squall felt like he was going to be sick. This day kept getting worse and worse, what more could happen?
Chapter Four
Inside the Angels' Paradise
Squall, Seifer and Irvine walked down the hall towards the back room. It wasn't anything seedy and wantonly designed, like movies and books would have you believe. Despite the outer building looking like a shady dock warehouse where dodgy deals were taking place, the interior was something you'd expect to see in a classy hotel. Not the chandelier, room-service, champagne serving establishments but still quite fancy. No wonder the cost of entry was so high, and you were still expected to throw a fair whack of cash at the girls too!
Seifer and Irvine walked over to Zell and Raijin who were getting along quite nicely next to the bar. There was loud rock music playing through the mounted speakers around the room. Squall walked around the room, looking for a window to jump out of. He really didn't want to be here!
It was a fairly large room, with a curtained stage at the far end, several cosy-looking chairs lined up along the wall; the only other door in the room was next to the stage but it said "Strictly No Entry", the walls were painted in crimson with a few simple artworks, except for a large poster declaring the house rules:
ANGEL'S LAW:
All customers are requested to keep their hands where we can see them- so if you have an itch that needs scratching, then we will expect you to leave.
If we think you are too drunk then we will not serve you and may ask you to leave.
Inappropriate contact or behaviour towards our employees is not acceptable. If you are unsure about the level which the dancers deem acceptable then do nothing, for your own safety.
We do not take kindly to dealers or users in our establishment; if you are caught with or appear to be under the influence of any illegal substances then we will call the authorities and give you a lifetime ban.
Customers are strictly reminded that our employees are here to dance for your entertainment only, we are not a brothel so do not behave like you're in one or treat our girls like prostitutes.
Follow these rules and have a good time!
Anyone who does not adhere to the rules will be escorted out by security. We have CCTV cameras on constant surveillance around the premises for the protection of our employees and customers.
Squall snorted as he read the "rules". Who'd have thought that such a sinful place like this would actually have rules? It was completely ridiculous!
There was a quaint little mini bar as promised on one side of the room, laden with 4 ice buckets filled with bottles of beer and a huge tray of shots. The small stage at the far end of the room had a row of chairs standing directly in front of it. He gulped and glanced over at Seifer, Irvine, Zell and Raijin, who were huddled together in front of the bar, they were helping themselves to the tray of shot glasses with various spirits.
"C'mon Birthday Boy! Let's make a toast!" Zell shouted over the sound of the stereo. Squall sighed in defeat and strode over to them. He grabbed a clear shot and downed it in one gulp.
"Hey! You're supposed to wait for us to make the toast, ya know!" Raijin protested. Squall looked at him darkly.
"My birthday, I can do what I like."
"Ok, ok. There's no need to get your boxers in a bunch!" Irvine laughed. Squall's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Like hell there isn't! You guys dragged me here against my will! You're expecting me to sit over there and have some slapper wave her tits and arse in my face while you have a good laugh, how do you expect me to feel about it?!"
"Calm down dude, it's only one bloody dance," Seifer grumbled at his brunette friend. "if you don't enjoy it, then you can go after it's over, alright?"
"Don't be such a spoil sport ya know. We've all pitched in for tonight, the least ya can do is stay for the one dance." Raijin adds.
"OK! OK FINE! Enough with the fucking guilt trip!" Squall yells, exasperated. "I'll stay for the stupid dance, but the minute it's over I am outta here, understand!"
"If you say so, now let's start off our night with the toast!" Seifer says loudly.
The five men reach for another shot glass and raise it above their heads.
"To Squall, the best friend a guy could ask for! Irvine starts.
"Happy Birthday dude!" Zell shouts.
"Here's to you man! Let's have a good night lads!" Raijin adds
"Puberty Boy, may tonight make you a real man." Seifer says, clinking his shot against Squall's. They all neck their glasses and suddenly the lights in the room go off.
"What the fuck happened? Was that a power cut?" Squall moans, his eyes struggling to focus in the newly darkened room.
"Can't be, the surround sound is still working ya know." Raijin says
"A bulb must have popped or something; I can't see a damn thing." Zell says, trying to feel his way to the walls.
"Watch it Chicken Wuss, you nearly knocked me over!" Seifer grunts as he gets an elbow in his back.
"Sorry Seifer, that was me," Irvine admits sheepishly.
While the guys fumbled around in the dark, standing on each other's toes, on the stage behind the curtain, three young women are speaking amongst themselves. A tall red-head in a pink costume is leaning on the back of the wall, her eyes twinkling in excitement. The shorter girl in a yellow bra and green striped tutu is jumping up and down in a fit of giggles. Rinoa looks at them both, a smile on her lips as she applies some shimmer dust to her chest.
"Are we ready to go? Let's do it just as we practiced, Selphie you come out first and take the left side of the room, Katrina, you follow after Selphie and take the right. I'll come onto the stage right after you guys by sliding down the pole at the back. Fisher, we're ready to start!" she turns to her boss at the side of the backstage, his hands on the pulley, ready to open the curtain. He nods at her as she scales a ladder to the top of the stage. Once she was sat atop the pole, she waves at him to signal the beginning of her first private show.
Suddenly a spot light snaps onto the stage area, a deep voice bellows from the speakers:
"We understand that we have a special guest here tonight at Angels'. Well, have we got a surprise in store for ya this evening. Please make yer way towards the stage and take yer seats. The show is about to begin!"
"Booyah! It's show time!" Zell shouted excitedly. They each grab a beer and pop the lids off as they head towards the seating area. Zell jumps over the chairs and plonks his butt down in the middle of the row. Irvine places his hand on Zell's shoulder.
"Uh uh uh! Zell move aside, that seat is for the birthday boy."
"Ooops, sorry, I forgot, I am just soo excited about this guys!"
"Ha! If you're excited now, wait til you see the girls dance; it is mind blowing!"
Squall slumps into his "designated" seat, folding his arms, his face like thunder as he stares at his feet. Everyone else sits down, watching the stage in anticipation.
The curtains open and a smoke cloud billows out from the backdrop. Then suddenly the music track changes and an upbeat tune begins blaring from the speakers. Two girls strut out onto the stage, each wearing a sparkly costume. The shorter girl has the left side of her face adorned with a white mask, the taller one wears one on the right side of her face, they catch the colours of the disco lights flashing in the background. Squall glances up and looks away disinterested.
(Pretty Green Eyes starts playing on the surround system, stick this on YouTube in a separate window to experience it as originally written)
Selphie and Katrina start swinging their hips to the beat of the music, spreading their legs apart and thrusting their hips forward in unison, curling their hips to the side in a swinging motion, their arms above their heads like belly dancers. The guys start yelling out in wolf whistles. Squall looks up and feels very embarrassed to be sandwiched between them and takes a long draw on his beer. The girls had started to walk down the steps from the stage and approach the party. The guys are standing up, too excited to get back on their seats, leaving Squall sitting down by himself. Rinoa watches Selphie and Katrina leave the stage as they had planned and makes her entrance onto the stage.
Squall looks up past his friends' jumping bodies as the two girls start gyrating in front of them to see a dark-haired girl gliding down the pole, and chokes on his drink. She ascends the shiny surface, twisting and turning, her back arching to the tempo of the music. Squall's eyes lock onto her fluid movements, his mouth hanging open.
Her hair was backcombed into a wild explosion (A/N: just like the girl in the Ultrabeat video), her face covered from the tip of her nose to the bridge of her forehead with a shimmering mask. She was wearing a sparkly blue corset with a long zip fastening, accentuating her curvy figure with a pair of tanga style short-knickers, a black suspender belt attached to matching fishnet stockings which came halfway up her thighs and blue heeled shoes which were scarily tall.
(Upbeat trance music)
Rinoa stands on the stage, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, moving her body in a slow circle. She throws herself forward onto her hands and backflips onto the pole, landing back onto it with ease, her hands and legs wrapped around the surface, her body thrusting forward, writing to the music. Squall is mesmerised by the way she moves, he feels his palms sweating, his mouth goes dry and he takes another swig from his drink, the dryness in his throat wasn't satisfied.
Squall's eyes only focus on Rinoa's movements as she swings around the pole and dismounts into a split on the stage, her head bent down. She lifts her chin and stands swiftly, then back-hand-springs off the stage, her body twisting as she falls to the floor, landing before his feet on her knees. She raises her head towards him. He looks into her eyes behind her mask, hiding half of her face above her lips. He breathes deeply as she smiles at him with a wink that he almost missed.
(Slow trance music)
She holds her arms out to her colleagues and they stand beside her, grab her wrists and flip her over their shoulders. She spirals into a tucked roll and turns her head to face Squall, her hands on her hips, her back angled. She runs her hands up her curved body, gyrating her hips as she reaches beneath her hair and lifts it up slowly; Squall glimpses the dark lines of a large tattoo on her back. Her hair falls back into place, before he can make out the shape, she turns back to face him, curling her hips to the final beats of the music, her hands running from her milky white thighs up to the mounds of her breasts.
The song ends and Rinoa stands before him, hands on her hips mid thrust. Squall swallows a lump in his throat, completely entranced by the way she was moving. Another track starts to play over the surround system but she signals towards the stage in a cutting motion. The music stops and Squall watches her walk over to Seifer, her hand touches his shoulder, her perfect lips move slowly as she whispers into Seifer's ear. She must be used to Seifer coming here; perhaps he was her favourite customer. Seifer whispers into her ear smirking, his eyes looking straight in Squall's direction. Squall feels his heart rise up to his throat as Seifer points to him.
The dancer walks over to him; he watches her hips swaying with each step. She crouches down to meet his eye level. He can see her so much more clearly up close, she was totally beautiful. He wanted to take her mask off to see her face. She opens her mouth and speaks.
"So you're friend here tells me it's your birthday?"
He nods at her slowly, unable to speak. She smiles and claps her hands together in delight.
"That's wonderful! Happy Birthday! Well then, how would you like me to do a special little dance up on the stage, just for you?"
Her voice was soft and seductive; he gripped his drink in his hand and tried to answer her. Nothing came out; his mouth gaped like a fish. She giggles at him. Even her laugh was turning him on.
"If you need a few minutes to think about it, I'll go and get myself a drink while you decide. No pressure ok? Just call me over when you've made up your mind."
She turns on her heel and saunters off to the stage, she shouts to someone hiding in the back and the music starts again. She grabs a canned drink from behind the curtain. She sits on the edge of the stage, clicks the lid of the can and takes a long sip. Squall watches her elegant neck bounce up and down as she swallows.
Irvine sits down beside him and nudges his ribs. He looks at his friend.
"Well dude? Are you gonna go up there or what?"
"Up there!?" Squall exclaims. "You mean I have to stand up there with her dancing round me?!"
"No, don't be stupid. You don't have to stand up there, it's a lap dance bro, you sit up there and let her dance on you."
Squall's eyes bugged out in shock.
"I think I'm gonna be sick! You cannot possibly expect me to sit there and let her move like that on my lap without losing it!"
"Dude, it's called self-control. Hell even I've sat there and had a dance without getting into any bother."
Seifer wraps his arm around Squall's neck as he sits on his other side.
"Don't tell me you're backing out now man! I told her it was your first time and to go easy on you. She won't do anything you're not comfortable with. She's got a lot of experience with first timers; she knows what she is doing."
"Hyne Seifer you make it sound like she's going to have sex with me up there!" he hisses at his blond companion.
"How else could I have said it? Anyway, have you made up your mind yet? I've asked Pinkie over there to do one for Chicken Wuss after you have your turn, and that is a show I'd much rather see."
"So why set me up for a dance?"
"Because it's about bloody time you had some fun tonight, crack a smile or something! You're really dragging the atmosphere down in here and it's not fair when we've gone to all the effort to give you a birthday to remember."
Squall slumps his shoulders down and sighs.
"Get me some more shots and a beer then, I am not doing this thing sober."
"YES! Finally we have co-operation! Raijin, bring the tray over here, we're gonna do some shots!" Irvine calls to their burly friend who was flexing his muscles at the two other girls who had entertained them.
"Aww Irvine! I'm busy here ya know?"
"No moaning, Squall said he'll have his dance, the sooner we get some drinks down his neck the sooner you can get back to flirting with the ladies."
"No problem guys, if you need a drink break feel free!" offers the tall red head as she pulls her smaller companion over to the stage. "We'll have a quick drink ourselves."
"Come join us for a shot girls!" Seifer calls. The girls shake their heads as they sit at the edge of the stage.
"Lovely offer thanks, but we don't drink alcohol on duty." The shortest girl shouts over
Raijin brings over the tray and Squall grabs one. He hesitates about drinking it, and then glances at the dark haired dancer sitting on the stage. He brings the glass to his lips and stops.
"C'mon Squall, take it in one! You don't sip shots you dumbass!" Zell laughs. He scowls at his friends, opens his mouth and pours it down his throat.
"Atta boy! Here, have another!" Seifer says, taking the empty glass and replacing it with a fresh drink. Squall necks it quickly, ignoring the protest from his stomach. He takes the beer Irvine was thrusting in his face and swallows half of it without taking a breath of air.
Zell looks wistfully at the girls sitting at the stage. "Hyne this place is brilliant Seifer, can't believe I've never come here before. And you and Irvine came here how often last semester?"
"Almost every weekend Zell, it's a great place to come to isn't it? What do you think Squall?" Irvine grins.
Squall downs his beer as fast as he can and reaches for another, he doesn't answer. He is determined not to say another word. The bottle he reaches for is picked up by Seifer.
"Well I think you've had enough of a break man, get over there and tell her you're ready." He smirks and pulls Squall to his feet. Seifer shoves him in the direction of the stage and he stumbles, nearly falling over. Squall turns to Seifer and scowls. He looks at the dark haired dancer under the spot light.
"You ready handsome?" she asks, taking a big sip of her drink. "Kat, can you pull out the chair to centre stage?"
The tall red-head disappears backstage and walks back out with a tall-backed chair.
"Er, um, I, er, ah…" he stammers, turning his head towards his friends who are waving their arms, trying to get him to say yes. She looks at him carefully. She slides off the stage onto her feet, and walks over to him. She leans into his chest, and whispers into his ear.
"Listen to me honey; ignore the looks your friends are giving you right now. If you're at all uncomfortable with the idea then feel free to say "no", I won't be offended if it's not your kind of thing."
Her breath tickled his neck and he breathed in her scent. Her smell was intoxicating, she smelled like the freshly spun sugar you get at carnivals. He feels his breath catch in his throat and coughs hard.
"N-no it's ok, I'll try anything once." His voice comes out in a strangled tone.
She pulls back and smiles at him. "That's what I like to hear. But if at any point you want me to stop, just say so. Though, if I don't sound too cocky, I've never had a client ask me to stop once I've started." She winks. He finds himself nodding.
"So… uh… right…"
She grabs his hand and pulls him up the stairs to the stage where Kat had placed a high backed chair in the very centre of the spot light. She pushes him into the seat and signals to her backstage companion.
Heaven is a Place On Earth starts playing- stick the track on YouTube to get the full experience as originally written)
She walks around his chair, her hand sweeping across his shoulders. He shakes as her fingers glide up the back of his neck and through his spiked up hair, like an electrical current surging through his body.
She straddles his lap, slowly grinding against his hips. His eyes burn into hers as he feels his hands twitching madly, grasping the seat, and he tries to fight his urge to touch her. She plays with the buttons on his denim shirt, undoing them one at a time until she reaches his waist. She slides the material from his shoulders, her fingers stroking over his back.
He feels himself getting turned on, it wasn't like it had been difficult not to but it felt different this time, he tries resisting but he can't control himself. She swings her legs over on his lap swiftly, her back now facing him. She bends forward, hands on his knees, her back arched, her bum pressing hard against his stomach, and starts curling her hips into a circle.
He tries to think of unsexy things: chairs, vomit, dirty socks even Seifer's room! His thoughts dissipate as she turns back to face him, her breasts peeking out of the middle of her top, just waiting to be released. He swallows, gripping the chair base even harder.
She tugs at his wrists and places them at the sides of her waist as she thrusts herself slowly in his arms, her mouth opening as she mimes the words to the song. He closes his eyes, picturing her sitting on top of him- both of them naked; his cock stiffens under her weight. She stops for a brief second, and doesn't look surprised; she must be used to men getting hard-ons while she dances on them. His hand reaches for her half descended zipper and she allows him to hold it in his fingers. He looks up at her face, his eyes begging her to take it off. She places her hand over his and guides the zipper down, her corset falling to the floor, revealing her bare breasts. Seifer, Irvine, Raijin and Zell start yelling in triumph.
"Oh my sweet Hyne!" Squall screamed inside his head. They were nothing like he'd ever seen; and he'd watched lots of porn videos over the last 6 months! Pert and perky, topped with a perfect pink nipple and just large enough to cup his hand around without any overspill.
She places her hands on his shoulders, grinding herself into his aching body. His erection pushes painfully against his jeans, his mind is spinning as she presses against him, her breasts so close to his face. He watches her breasts bouncing under his chin and shuts his eyes tightly. He was getting so close… He groans as she pushes down on him, thinking about how he would be inside her if his fly was down. He bites his tongue as penance for his wicked thoughts.
His hands grip her waist, pulling her down as she thrusts against him, he fights the urge to buck his hips with hers, as if they were doing it right there on the stage.
"Deep breaths, Squall, keep your eyes closed and keep breathing!" he chants inside his head. He wants to take one of her breasts into his mouth, to suck on her nipples, to nibble on her soft skin. His tongue licks his lips as she leans into him, drinking in her scent. His eyes snap open.
Unable to stop himself his hands run up her back to her shoulders and pulls her towards him; crashing his lips against hers in a frenzy, his tongue pushing past her lips, tasting her, needing her. She was as sweet as he imagined. She didn't respond to his kiss though.
The music comes to a screeching halt and the room goes deathly silent. Squall looks into Rinoa's eyes, his lips still pressed on hers. She placed her hands on his shoulders and his heart skipped a beat. Until she pushed him against the back of the chair and pulled his hands from her back. He blinks at her masked face. She stands up from his lap and grabs her corset from the floor. Holding it to her chest she runs from the stage, without saying a word, leaving him there by himself. Her two colleagues followed suit quickly.
He looks at the row of chairs where his friends were standing. Seifer was there shaking his head.
"You fucking dumbass." exclaimed Irvine while Zell and Raijin nodded in agreement, their eyes wide in shock.
Huh? What just happened? Did I do something wrong?
What seems like an eternity later; though it was actually seconds in reality, a very tall, well-built man walks out from backstage. His face has a grim expression plastered over it. He yanks Squall up from the chair by the back of his half open shirt and looks onto the other guys.
"Alright boys; show's over so get out! NOW!" he bellows.
End of chapter
Author's note: I'M BACK! WOOHOO! YEAH BABY! Phew, now I've got that out of my system, thanks for reading. To my loyal fans and new readers, hello! I've been working on my plot lines for all unfinished stories since I lost everything on my mum's computer when I finally moved out. I am trying to remember where I was going with the stories but please be patient while I figure it all out! I am aiming to complete at least 2 stories in the next 6 months. I don't know where the inspiration has come from but now it's back I'll be damned if I lose it again!
I have started several random future chapters for Love at Angels' and have almost completed the entire storyline in the last 10 days, so it is likely I will have this fic finished first. I may abandon my more complicated stories temporarily but rest assured I hope to continue with them towards the end of the year. Thanks for coming back, let me know what you think!
Next Chapter: Squall faces the music for his actions while Rinoa is feeling shell-shocked and confused. Less than an hour later they are at each other's throats in the kitchen.