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Mischief Makers
Chapter 4...Strip Club Hiatus
By: Ember Maxximus
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What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.
The interior lights of `The Naughty Kitten' began to dim as then evening's next entertainer took the stage. Unlike, Marron's raunchy performance, this woman possessed a certain je ne sais quoi, which made her irresistible to Trunks. She was a drop dead gorgeous, sophisticated red headed beauty. Her routine was a simple, classy strip tease danced to Shirley Bassey's Big Spender.
Her focus during the seductive presentation was on none other than Mr. Joe Kawaii himself. She removed her elbow length black gloves, followed by a black spandex tube dress. Each item was flung at Joe's...er, Trunks' feet.
Meanwhile, Trunks was completely oblivious to Goten's current dilemma with Marron. His every hormone overloaded thought revolved around the fiery goddess on stage. As her set ended, the crimson haired vixen strolled over to incognito teenagers and Marron.
"Hey Blue, mind if I take this lavender haired hunk off your hands?" the goddess spoke.
"Actually, I just blackmailed them into buying a two hundred zeni visit to the champagne room. But, you're welcome to come along, we'll make it a double trouble."
Goten and Trunks jaws' simultaneously hit the floor.
`Kuso! Kuso! Kuso! Mom and Dad can't find out about this. UURRRGGGHHH, Goten I'm gonna kill you. Think Trunks! I can do this. I still have 550 zeni. I can afford this. HFIL, I might even like it...a lot. Okay, let's do this,' deliberated Trunks.
"Okay ladies, let's do this. Lead the way," Trunks coolly stated.
The two thong clad exotic entertainers escorted the demi saiyan duo to the first unoccupied private/champagne room. They entered the room and were led to a plush black velvet sofa.
"Okay ladies, let's have it," smirked Trunks.
Marron rolled her blue eyes and shook her head before pointing to a sign on the door. `PAYMENT MUST BE RECEIVED BEFORE ANY SERVICES CAN BE RENDERED'.
"Oh..." blushed Trunks. He opened his wallet, removed two hundred zeni and forked it over to Marron. She kissed Trunks on the cheek and skipped out the door to the kitchen for the bottle of champagne.
"Yuck!" stated Trunks, while wiping the greasy crimson lipstick from his cheek.
"What...The Blue Kitty's not your type?" asked the stripper.
"No way, she looks just like my mom," he shuddered.
"Oh, I see...so handsome, what's your name?"
"Joe Kawaii."
"Well nice to meet you Joe, I'm Blaze." She extended her hand, which he politely shook. Marron reentered the room, bottle in hand. She popped the cork and filled four glasses with the bubbly liquid. She took two of the champagne filled glasses, handed one to Blaze and plopped down on the couch.
"Sit with me Blaze," Marron childishly giggled as she patted the cushion next to her. Blaze looked at Marron skeptically, but sat just the same.
"Blaze, could you believe that these two little hotties used fake ID's to get in here. I'm like so positive that their parental units are totally clueless to how bad these boys are."
"So, what are you suggesting?"
"Duh...isn't it so obvious. I'm suggesting that they ought to be punished."
"Okay Blue, now you're scaring me. C'mon they're just a couple of kids trying to have some fun. And as far as I'm concerned old man, young man, the zeni still green and it spends just the same."
"Fine Blaze, you party pooper. You win, no punishment," Marron pouted.
Meanwhile Trunks and Goten let out a huge sigh of relief. Trunks had thought for sure that he'd end up in some rank mildewed jail, fighting of some giant of a cellmate, trying to make him his girlfriend. Yep, that would of gone over real well. He could see it now, the front page of the Satan City Informer... `Capsule Corp heir, Trunks Briefs, being charged for the murder of local gang member Tiny. Briefs, whom was arrested for forgery and underage drinking at a strip club, holds firmly to claims of self defense and was quoted saying "I'm nobody's bitch!" when asked about the event.
Goten wiped the sheen of nervous sweat from his brow. Then spoke up, interrupting the women's conversation. "Umm, does this mean that we can get that dance now?"
"As if. This only means that you're folks aren't gonna find out about this. Mmm...but maybe we can still have some fun," spoke Marron. She rose from her seat on the couch, taking the champagne bottle with her. She stood mere inches from Goten. She took a swig of the bubbly alcoholic beverage before pushing the bottle to Goten. "Drink," she commanded. He did as he was told, setting the empty bottle on the table.
She grabbed a handful of the cotton shirt, pulling Goten against her bare chest. With her other hand she cupped his face, leaning into to him and whispered into his mouth. "So, you like watching strippers?"
Afraid that any words might betray him, he merely nodded. "Me too. Strip for me."
Setting her sights on Trunks, she added "Anata mo." **you too**
That was the last straw. Mr. Kawaii was now deeply pissed. Trunks Ki crackled to life around him as his temper flared dangerously high. The explosion of his energy pushed Marron stumbling backwards into the plush sofa. "Fuck that, I refuse! I came to this place to see some naughty kittens, not to show my naughty hot dog to some thirty something, washed out titty dancer."
"Your Ki, lower it!" Goten panicked.
"Apologize Blue," Blaze began, but Marron was in such a fright and combined with all the alcohol she had consumed, she simply fainted into her coworkers lap.
"Hey Kawaii, put a lid on it. Nobody's gonna make you shake your groove thang." Slowly, Trunks began to collect his cool. "Ol Blue can be an insufferable lush sometimes, why don't you two gentlemen get lost."
Trunks ran his fingers through his lavender locks. Hopefully, none of the other Ki sensing warriors, especially Vegeta, felt his little temper flash. She was right, they should leave, there's still plenty of time to have some real fun until dawn comes.
Blaze pulled two crisp one hundred zeni bills from the straps of Marron's thong and handed them back to Trunks.
"Not all of are like Blue, and don't worry about her. She might as well be dead to the world when she passes out like this. She won't remember a thing tomorrow and you're secrets safe with me."
"Thanks," Trunks spoke.
The two mischief-makers were about to leave the room. "Hey big spender," Blaze called "Come back and see after you've learn to shave."
Trunks gave her the trademark Vegeta family smirk and walked out the room.
They made their way into the noisy smoke filled main room of the gentlemen's club only to be confronted by the two giant size behemoth bouncers. "There they are, get `em!" Yelled the hideous looking one, while pointing in Trunks and Goten's direction. The teenage demi saiyan pair sunk into battle stance. There was no chance in the home for infinite losers that they were going down without a fight. No chance at all.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Questions, comments, constructive criticism? Leave a review and lemme know.
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Mischief Makers
Chapter 4...Strip Club Hiatus
By: Ember Maxximus
.
.
.
What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.
The interior lights of `The Naughty Kitten' began to dim as then evening's next entertainer took the stage. Unlike, Marron's raunchy performance, this woman possessed a certain je ne sais quoi, which made her irresistible to Trunks. She was a drop dead gorgeous, sophisticated red headed beauty. Her routine was a simple, classy strip tease danced to Shirley Bassey's Big Spender.
Her focus during the seductive presentation was on none other than Mr. Joe Kawaii himself. She removed her elbow length black gloves, followed by a black spandex tube dress. Each item was flung at Joe's...er, Trunks' feet.
Meanwhile, Trunks was completely oblivious to Goten's current dilemma with Marron. His every hormone overloaded thought revolved around the fiery goddess on stage. As her set ended, the crimson haired vixen strolled over to incognito teenagers and Marron.
"Hey Blue, mind if I take this lavender haired hunk off your hands?" the goddess spoke.
"Actually, I just blackmailed them into buying a two hundred zeni visit to the champagne room. But, you're welcome to come along, we'll make it a double trouble."
Goten and Trunks jaws' simultaneously hit the floor.
`Kuso! Kuso! Kuso! Mom and Dad can't find out about this. UURRRGGGHHH, Goten I'm gonna kill you. Think Trunks! I can do this. I still have 550 zeni. I can afford this. HFIL, I might even like it...a lot. Okay, let's do this,' deliberated Trunks.
"Okay ladies, let's do this. Lead the way," Trunks coolly stated.
The two thong clad exotic entertainers escorted the demi saiyan duo to the first unoccupied private/champagne room. They entered the room and were led to a plush black velvet sofa.
"Okay ladies, let's have it," smirked Trunks.
Marron rolled her blue eyes and shook her head before pointing to a sign on the door. `PAYMENT MUST BE RECEIVED BEFORE ANY SERVICES CAN BE RENDERED'.
"Oh..." blushed Trunks. He opened his wallet, removed two hundred zeni and forked it over to Marron. She kissed Trunks on the cheek and skipped out the door to the kitchen for the bottle of champagne.
"Yuck!" stated Trunks, while wiping the greasy crimson lipstick from his cheek.
"What...The Blue Kitty's not your type?" asked the stripper.
"No way, she looks just like my mom," he shuddered.
"Oh, I see...so handsome, what's your name?"
"Joe Kawaii."
"Well nice to meet you Joe, I'm Blaze." She extended her hand, which he politely shook. Marron reentered the room, bottle in hand. She popped the cork and filled four glasses with the bubbly liquid. She took two of the champagne filled glasses, handed one to Blaze and plopped down on the couch.
"Sit with me Blaze," Marron childishly giggled as she patted the cushion next to her. Blaze looked at Marron skeptically, but sat just the same.
"Blaze, could you believe that these two little hotties used fake ID's to get in here. I'm like so positive that their parental units are totally clueless to how bad these boys are."
"So, what are you suggesting?"
"Duh...isn't it so obvious. I'm suggesting that they ought to be punished."
"Okay Blue, now you're scaring me. C'mon they're just a couple of kids trying to have some fun. And as far as I'm concerned old man, young man, the zeni still green and it spends just the same."
"Fine Blaze, you party pooper. You win, no punishment," Marron pouted.
Meanwhile Trunks and Goten let out a huge sigh of relief. Trunks had thought for sure that he'd end up in some rank mildewed jail, fighting of some giant of a cellmate, trying to make him his girlfriend. Yep, that would of gone over real well. He could see it now, the front page of the Satan City Informer... `Capsule Corp heir, Trunks Briefs, being charged for the murder of local gang member Tiny. Briefs, whom was arrested for forgery and underage drinking at a strip club, holds firmly to claims of self defense and was quoted saying "I'm nobody's bitch!" when asked about the event.
Goten wiped the sheen of nervous sweat from his brow. Then spoke up, interrupting the women's conversation. "Umm, does this mean that we can get that dance now?"
"As if. This only means that you're folks aren't gonna find out about this. Mmm...but maybe we can still have some fun," spoke Marron. She rose from her seat on the couch, taking the champagne bottle with her. She stood mere inches from Goten. She took a swig of the bubbly alcoholic beverage before pushing the bottle to Goten. "Drink," she commanded. He did as he was told, setting the empty bottle on the table.
She grabbed a handful of the cotton shirt, pulling Goten against her bare chest. With her other hand she cupped his face, leaning into to him and whispered into his mouth. "So, you like watching strippers?"
Afraid that any words might betray him, he merely nodded. "Me too. Strip for me."
Setting her sights on Trunks, she added "Anata mo." **you too**
That was the last straw. Mr. Kawaii was now deeply pissed. Trunks Ki crackled to life around him as his temper flared dangerously high. The explosion of his energy pushed Marron stumbling backwards into the plush sofa. "Fuck that, I refuse! I came to this place to see some naughty kittens, not to show my naughty hot dog to some thirty something, washed out titty dancer."
"Your Ki, lower it!" Goten panicked.
"Apologize Blue," Blaze began, but Marron was in such a fright and combined with all the alcohol she had consumed, she simply fainted into her coworkers lap.
"Hey Kawaii, put a lid on it. Nobody's gonna make you shake your groove thang." Slowly, Trunks began to collect his cool. "Ol Blue can be an insufferable lush sometimes, why don't you two gentlemen get lost."
Trunks ran his fingers through his lavender locks. Hopefully, none of the other Ki sensing warriors, especially Vegeta, felt his little temper flash. She was right, they should leave, there's still plenty of time to have some real fun until dawn comes.
Blaze pulled two crisp one hundred zeni bills from the straps of Marron's thong and handed them back to Trunks.
"Not all of are like Blue, and don't worry about her. She might as well be dead to the world when she passes out like this. She won't remember a thing tomorrow and you're secrets safe with me."
"Thanks," Trunks spoke.
The two mischief-makers were about to leave the room. "Hey big spender," Blaze called "Come back and see after you've learn to shave."
Trunks gave her the trademark Vegeta family smirk and walked out the room.
They made their way into the noisy smoke filled main room of the gentlemen's club only to be confronted by the two giant size behemoth bouncers. "There they are, get `em!" Yelled the hideous looking one, while pointing in Trunks and Goten's direction. The teenage demi saiyan pair sunk into battle stance. There was no chance in the home for infinite losers that they were going down without a fight. No chance at all.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Questions, comments, constructive criticism? Leave a review and lemme know.