AN: Hullo peoples. This is only my second fic, so, sorry if it aint negood. My otherones posted under Kamikaze mission, but I had to put this one under a different name for certain reasons. The ratings probably gonna go to NC-17 later, but first I have to figure out how to write a lemon. If anybodys got tips, or could write one for me, that would be really great. Okie- on with the story. Oh, and of course must give credit to my editer/occasionally semi-co-writer starlightz6. Thank you, starlightz6 '-' @_o

Disclaimer- I do not, nor do i claim to own any characters in this story. They are property of Square soft (meaning- not me) and belong only to square soft. The plot in which they take part in was made by a fan for other fans and is strictly for private and home viewing. No re-production of this story can be made without both the permission of the auther and the permission of square soft (although I doubt they'll give you permission)

Seifer sat at a table in the Red Sea Saloon, swirling a martini. He hadn't changed much after the war. He still wore the the same grey trench coat, he still carried the same rare weapon, his Hyperion. He even still had his cocky attitude, though he tuned it down a bit after what had happened to him. Instead of his old I'm-better-than-you-so-deal-with-it attitude, it was more of just inappropriate comments at the worst time.

Obviously Seifer couldn't go back to garden, no matter how much he wanted to. He had tried to destroy it too many times. Of course he had failed, but that would just be another reason they wouldn't let him back in. He failed at everything. The SeeD tests that he had taken more times than he could count, battles with puberty-boy, and he had even failed at picking the right side in the war. No, he couldn't go back there, so instead, he had joined the Esthar Mafia, and in a short time had become one of the big boss guys.

He was a frequent at the local bars and strip joints, but this one he had never been to before. Though, Seifer heard talk from his boys that it had an excellent show. With an even more excellent star. So here he was, in one of the snazziest clubs in town, waiting for the show to start.

The lights in the audience dimmed and the ones on the stage turned black and red, to give the 'entertainers' a silhouetted glow. A fog machine started up and music filled the room. Girls came out from the shadows in the back of the stage and walked up to the front. Seifers eyes locked on the one in the middle. She was tall with an exceptional figure and long flowing hair. The lights shrouded her face, but Seifer guessed she was pretty. She wouldn't be working here if she wasn't. Her all lace outfit had a neckline that came down to her belly button and barely covered her breasts and her pants had a huge slit up one side. All of this was topped off with high heels that looked like they could kill. Seifer whistled at her and smirked. He had talked to the manager. She was going to be his whore for the night. Amazing what a reputation can do for you.

No one would have guessed that Quistis Trepe, the famous world hero, beloved instructor whom everyone believed to be perfectly straight-laced, would ever work in a place like this. But here she was, at the Red Sea Saloon, and with her extreme beauty and… talents… she had quickly become the star of the show. Every man in Esthar wanted her, but no one knew her actual identity.

She had come to work at the club when Garden suddenly broke down a mile from the city of Esthar. It had been 3 months and still no one could figure out what was wrong with it. And what with the lack of missions, Quistis needed something to do. Plus, Garden had lowered everyone's pay in order to pay the workers who were getting no where fast. So, Quistis had taken a job at the only place she could find that was hiring. Not only as a dancer, but as a whore, too.

She walked towards the man that she was supposed to entertain for the night. She almost gasped when she saw his face, but quickly regained her posture and went up to him. She straddled his lap and whispered in his ear, "So you're the lucky one, eh? Meet me in the back room after the show tonight, and we'll have a little fun."

he gave him a tempting kiss and went back to the stage. That voice, it's so familiar, like I've heard it everyday for years...

uistis finished her routine on stage and the crowd cheered and yelled for more. She gave them a little wave and blew them a kiss. I wonder if Seifer recognized me. He certainly didn't show it if he did… oh well, I guess I'll find out soon enough. Speaking of which, I have to change. Quistis thought to herself as she wandered to the room where she was supposed to meet Seifer. She put on a long red dress with a matching see-through shawl and high-heels. Underneath she was wearing a black lacy bra, and, of course, no panties.

eifer went out and around the building to the back entrance. He opened the door and walked down the hall to a room with a fancy door. He knocked and heard someone yell, "Come on in."

When he opened the door, his jaw dropped in shock. Sitting on the bed was the one person he had least expected.

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