The Secret Occupation

OK I'm going to try and tell you this with the least amount of screaming possible. I go to a college where we live in dorms. And I hope you al know that there are people who are in charge of a group of incoming students that live on a floor of the residence hall. Well, I applied to be one of those people, we call them Resident Assistants, and I didn't get a position. That was before school ended. So I get home today and there is a message on my phone. No one ever calls me, so I was curious and listened to the message. OMG! I GOT A POSITION! I am so happy! I've been jumping up and down for almost two hours now! But anyways, tomorrow, (Thursday) I'm going to post the rest of this story because I'll be training for a whole week before the students actually move in. So I think there are two more chapters of this story left, so be expecting them tomorrow after about 3:00. Until I get back online, I love you all for reading my stories and I'll talk to you when I get my computer set up at college! w00t! jumps up and down a million times screaming 'I did it!'

The rest of the day went by at a moderate pace as Roy took Elysia to the Central Zoo. She had fun try to say all the animal's names that he knew. After dropping her off at Seska's house like he was asked to, he walked to his apartment and took a shower. He pulled the card out of his jacket pocket after he put on a nice pair of black pants and a dark blue shirt he had bought last week. The card said the performance started at 8:30 and everyone should be in his or her reserved seat at 8:15; if someone were late, they wouldn't be able to get in after the doors closed. It was 7:30, so he had plenty of time to walk there instead of drive. At 8:00 he showed up at the studio door with his invitation; no one even glanced in his direction until he spotted Maes and his wife in the front of the room, talking to someone on the front of the stage. Her hair was down and she wore a long, flowing skirt and a normal white t-shirt. Roy made his way to the front of the room just as the woman stood up to leave the stage; he recognized the walk and the way she held her body. It was Riza; Maes saw him and called him over.

"Hello Roy; I just heard how you got your invitation. I have to say, that was pretty smooth of you to ask for a private preview of her next performances..." Gracia rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Well, it wasn't much… she really was beautiful up on that stage and I wanted to see her tonight."

"Ok. We better go sit down now." Maes said as the lights dimmed. The woman Roy recognized as 'The Leader' came out on stage and introduced the group to the audience and the two dances they would be doing that night. During the first dance he didn't see Riza until the back row of dancers came to the front. They had a short moment in the spotlight and returned to the back; he was slightly disappointed. He had come to see her and she didn't even have a major role in the dance; then he remembered what she said to her friend during the intermission of the town all performance. '…You know the Friday performance is where we're doing the topless bondage dance. I still don't like the idea of me being the lead dancer for that one, especially with Mr. Muscles, but the Leader insisted and I took it…' He remembered her saying. The lights dimmed even lower at the end of the first dance and he had to make his eyes adjust again as they slowly brightened. There were several blonde-headed women sitting on the floor with their backs to the audience. He could tell they didn't have shirts on. 'This is it; this is the dance where she's in the lead…' He thought as several large figures moved in the shadows on the back of the stage. They moved forward and stood in front of each of the women, the spotlights still focused on the ones on the floor. A drum began to resound in the room at a steady pace and the women moved. They put their hands in the air and the men put shackles on their wrists and helped them up. The drumbeat got faster and faster as the women began to shake their hips and move in circles around the men, never letting their chests be seen by the audience. A loud crash of cymbals was heard and the lights went out. He could hear metal against metal as the lights brightened again and he couldn't believe his eyes. The women had taken their shackles off and put them on the men; but what really surprised him was who was standing out in the very front with Riza. 'HAVOC? WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING UP THERE?' Roy's mind screamed. He turned around in his chair and looked over at Maes; he just smiled and shrugged his shoulders before turning his attention back to the stage. Roy turned back around and stared up at his two subordinates doing a very elaborate and intimate dance together; he still couldn't believe his eyes. The music got faster and faster as the bodies and movements of the couples on stage got quicker and closer together until the drums stopped. The men had knelt down in front of the women, but Roy didn't see any of them any longer; his attention was focused totally on Riza and Jean in the front. Riza's hands began to rise as she shook her hips and finally turned around to see the audience. The other people on the stage did the same, keeping in step and in unison with the lead couple. He took a moment to look at what she was wearing, or not wearing; her hair was down but pulled away from her face in a clip. She wore several strings of brown and red colored beads around her neck that seemed to try and cover her bare chest, but didn't do any good. Around her thin and muscled waist was a gold chain that Jean was holding the other end of. She wore the same long skirt he had seen her in when he walked in, and she was barefooted. He could hear tiny bells jingling, but he couldn't see she was wearing several anklets that had little bells on them. Jean was wearing brown pants that had fringe on the seams and he was barefooted and bare-chested too. The shackles he wore now were the same color as the chain around Riza's waist that he held on to the other end of. By this time, Jean had broken out of the shackles and was using the chain in his hands to direct her movements. She was mock fighting against him using her hands to pull herself out of his grip; she succeeded and she ran off the stage with the other women. Not even a second later she came out again carrying a wooden chair; she used the chair to block Jean's arms and eventually forced him to sit down. The music had picked up the pace again and Roy could tell this was the big climax of the dance.

The lighting had subtly changed from a normal white light to red and orange tinted ones. The dim lights made her beautiful pale skin look deep and tan as she sat on Jean's lap and pulled his hands around her waist. The dance was getting more and more intimate; Roy almost couldn't tell where she ended and he began. Every single person on the stage was now sweating and their skin glinted as they continued to move in fluid movements together. In front again, Riza and Havoc had stood up and moved closer to the front of the stage, preparing for their big finale. Time seemed to slow for the whole audience as the rest of the dancers stopped moving and everyone focused on his assistant and her co-worker. He spun her around and she lifted her leg; he grabbed it and leaned forward, causing her to lean backwards, his hand dangerously low on her back. His lips brushed from her chin down to between her breasts and she pushed him up and he released her leg; she turned around in his arms and he put his hands on her waist. Her hair had completely covered her face now; her head leaned forward and she slowly slid down the length of Havoc's body as his hands trailed up her's. He grabbed her hands and pulled her up; she spun around and jumped onto his waist as he turned around so his back faced the audience. She wrapped her arms around his chest and splayed her fingers across his back as he removed the chain she had around her waist. She jumped off him, not moving her hands as they turned around again, their legs and feet doing some very intense movements as the lights started to flash. Roy watched in pure amazement as Havoc wrapped the chain around her neck and tightened it. The lights flashed once more and went out completely; Roy heard a blood-curdling scream from the front of the stage and the lights came up suddenly, blinding him. Havoc lay on the stage floor, a set of Riza's beads around his neck mock choking him. She unwrapped the chain from her neck and threw it at him as she walked off the stage, her head in her hands. The curtain closed and the audience stood, clapping furiously. Roy was too stunned to move; he had just watched two of his people share several staged intimate moments. The curtain opened again and the team stood in a line, every person had a white t-shirt on. The leader introduced each dancer and their partner as she went down the line; they would step forward, bow and retreat back to the line. The older woman saved Jean and Riza for last, introducing them as 'the Intimidator' and 'Mr. Muscles.' They bowed once, and then bowed again as the audience clapped enthusiastically; Roy could see her eyes searching for him in the crowd. As the curtain closed again and everyone began to leave, he sat back down; Maes and Gracia came up to him and said good night, then left.

A/N: The major lemon is in the last two chapters... just thought I'd let you know...