Author's note: I do not own Sailor Moon. I realized that I'm so used to writing the Japanese names – that I called Sailor Neptune "Michuru" instead of "Michelle." I apologize in advance for this – and any time that I do this in the future. I've also decided to add the Starlights into the story as well – so for everyone who really likes them, then here you go. I must warn you that one of them is going to end up dressing in drag (I'm not telling you who, you'll find out when you read the chapter). Also this is the chapter where the sex – and sex talk starts (the strong language will still continue). Of course since we have lesbian senshi pairings there is some yuri in the story – you have been warned. So we've got the inners, outers, as well as the starlights in this story as a re-cap…after this chapter I should have almost everyone in it. Thanks also to my reviewer serenity11287. I'm glad that you like the story, and I will continue writing this one as well as my other story. Once again, Serena's thoughts are in italics. So here we go, (you're in for another lengthy chapter – you were warned) – please read and review all, thank you so much!
Chapter Two: Will This Day Ever End?
I woke up with a start as I heard Mina yell from the downstairs kitchen "Serena – do you want any lunch?"
"No" I mumbled into the pillow.
"Serena, get your lazy ass up and have some lunch! It's 1:30 – so we're talking late lunch anyway! It's time for you to get up!" Raye yelled at me, also from downstairs.
I groggily got up and dragged myself to the bathroom. I glanced at myself in the mirror – I looked like a train wreck. My hair seemed to be going in five different directions, I had forgotten to take my makeup off last night – so it was smeared all over my face from the combination of crying and sleeping. In my haste to get into bed I had thrown off some of my clothes, and hadn't even bothered to put on my favorite bunny pjs. Yes I'm 24 years old and still wear bunny pjs, so what? One bra strap hung off of my shoulder – the strap was unraveling, maybe I had hit it against something sharp or just pulled at it while I was sleeping – no idea, but this bra would definitely have to be thrown away. I was wearing the usual granny panties; hey it's not like anyone's going to see them – so why wear an uncomfortable thong? My panties seemed to have been rolled down on one side, exposing a little bit of my ass to the world. What a lovely picture. I decided that it was time to start my morning rituals – per usual, you know shower, brush my teeth, pack my work clothes, get dressed – and today I had decided to look as frumpy as possible until I had to change for work, the clothes that I picked today were dark and dismal, as well as really baggy. After deciding not to bother with makeup at all today I gloomily tromped down the stairs at around 2:20pm.
When I got down the stairs and entered the kitchen, Mina was already looking in the direction of the kitchen entrance – staring straight at me in a panic as if she had seen a ghost. "Serena, what the hell are you doing wearing that outfit? You know that you'll never get a guy if you don't put any effort into your appearance" she said, staring at me wide-eyed.
"Fuck off" I replied, sitting down at the table, "just give me some lunch Mina – I don't have the patience for your criticism this morning." Especially after last night's encounter with Darien, not to mention how he invaded all of my dreams last night. Causing me to lose massive amounts of sleep. All I want is to be left alone right now and get Darien out of my mind!
"Well aren't we nice today Serena" Raye says, coming in from the adjacent living room where she had decided to watch television while I was in the shower. "Why don't you apologize to Mina and stop being such a bitch?"
I just glared at Raye, and muttered "sorry" to Mina as she hesitantly placed a plate of food down in front of me. She pulled up a chair next to me and sat down with me. At first I just looked at the food, then grabbed a fork and a knife, and neatly started to eat.
"Holy shit, has Serena caught some kind of disease Mina? She was just fine yesterday at work," Raye said in mock panic, running over to me and putting a hand on my forehead. "Nope – doesn't feel hot. You like Mina's cooking, so why aren't you gobbling it down face-first like you normally do oinker?" She sat down in the chair on my other side and smiled at me.
I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Raye if you weren't my employer, you wouldn't believe the nasty things that I would say to you right now."
"Lighten up Serena, take a joke or something – you're so lame today. Where's the cheerful Serena that we know and love?"
She was killed last night by an egotistical male employee of yours named Darien.
Despite my thoughts concerning the subject of what happened to my regular cheerful self I realized that Raye was obviously concerned, maybe almost as much as Mina. Although I must admit that Raye is a hard ass about 97 of the time, she can really be a nice and caring friend – and not just because she's boning my sister.
"If you really want to know…" I said, looking up from my plate, Mina looked into my eyes, which was her way of studying me, and Raye was practically in my face with her elbows in the table. "I just haven't felt good since last night – it was a lousy day for me that's all."
Raye laid her head down on the table, then quickly looked up at me – disgusted, "that's it? That's the only reason why you're miss doom and gloom today?"
"Yep."
"Come on now Serena, I'm sure that it's something more than that-" Mina started, trying to get it out of me. The last thing that I want to do today is reflect on Darien even more. I can't get him out of my head…and you two talking about him, and how I should handle the situation would just make it worse.
"I don't want to talk about it okay? Can we just drop the subject? Raye's right – I need to cheer up before work…no one will want to be served by an unhappy bartender…but for now just let me wallow in my misery. Okay?"
Raye and Mina looked at each other from across the table – they have this secret look sometimes, which I've been trying to decipher for the longest time. The only thing that I know for sure about "the look" is that sometimes it means that one of them has an idea – and they're establishing that lovey-dovey personal connection that they have to "channel" the idea to one another.
"Serena, how about we go shopping tomorrow? I really could use a new purse – my bag is suffering through wear and tear, especially since I put no effort into trying to weather-proof it." Mina said, a little twinkle in her eye.
"Yeah, that's a great idea Mina – I heard that there's a sale going on too – 25 off. Plus tomorrow's Sunday and the club is closed on Sundays." Raye added, smiling at her partner.
"Look I know what you guys are up to. Normally I would say – no way, but you know what I do need a little pick me up. So let's go shopping tomorrow." I said – feeling as if shopping might be able to take everything off of my mind.
"Sweet! We'll leave at 10:30 in the morning, and of course – invite all the friends that you want. I'm sure that you have a couple of friends from work that you'd like to bring along?" Mina asked me, and I nodded – I could always ask Lita and Amy – both of whom I thought should get out more. Lita always seemed to be in the kitchen and Amy is super shy, so it would be a wonderful idea to have a friendly outing with everyone. "I'll call my friend Trista – I'm sure that she'll love to come as well." Mina said, noticing the small smile on my face.
"Trista? Who's that?" Raye asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice.
"Oh Raye – I'm sure that I told you about Trista before. She was my roommate in college and she's a physicist. She also makes all of her own clothes because she always wanted to be a fashion designer. Trista even made an outfit for me once. I know that I've told you about her."
"But isn't she a lesbian too – didn't you two have a little thing going on…" Raye's right eyebrow was dangerously arched, and a somewhat angry look was displayed on her face.
"Raye I just told you that she was the first person that I had a little something – something with, and it was my first time being out and open when I was in college. It didn't mean anything, we're plutonic now – just friends." The next thing I knew – Mina was standing up, glaring at Raye.
"What's your definition of a little something-something Mina?" That's when Raye stood up too. At this point I decided that this was one lover's quarrel that I don't want to take part in – Raye looked like she was literally on fire because of how angry she was. Mina seemed to be shooting daggers at Raye. I did not want to be inadvertently dragged into this – especially since I had barely gotten out of my bad mood. I quickly rose from my chair, and got my bag – which I had taken downstairs with me earlier.
"Well it's been lovely you two, but you know what I'm going to go head out for work early today."
"Hey that's a really great idea Serena – especially since it's Saturday and you know what that means, the club opens a whole hour early. I need you dressed and ready by 4pm – we're opening at 5 tonight." Raye said – completely forgetting about Mina's mention of Trista, which was great because I know that Mina's definition of "something-something" most of the time relates to at least oral sex. Raye would not exactly be thrilled with the idea of Mina's head between another woman's legs – much less anything else that I remember Mina talking about when she was with Trista during college.
"All right then bye, and thanks for cheering me up girls." I said smiling at the two lovers – who seemed to forget that they were even fighting. I waved goodbye and closed the door behind me, and walked to my car. As I drove to the club, I couldn't help but get a bit more cheery, I sang along with my favorite songs on the radio – and enjoyed myself. Once I got to the club it was about 3:25pm. I took out the keys that Raye had given to me when we were walking around the club yesterday, and opened the door.
"Uhhnnnn, oh!"
What the hell?
"oooohhh"
That really sounds like moaning, someone might be in trouble – I better go check! So I bravely braced myself to find the person – who could be on the verge of death, and attempt to save his or her life. The sound was coming from the women's dressing room – or it could have been the women's dressing room bathroom. I cautiously opened the dressing room door and turned on the lights, there was no one there. I dropped my bag with my change of clothes and makeup on a chair. The moaning was getting louder the closer that I got to the women's dressing room bathroom. I opened the door, bracing myself for a gory sight and turned on the light.
"Are you…oh-kay? Umm, sorry for the interruption." I immediately said as soon as the lights came on. My face felt flushed and hot, I knew that I was blushing and who wouldn't be – right in front of my face were Michelle, and some guy whom I didn't know. They had positioned themselves on one of the comfy plush couches in the bathroom waiting room in the very large bathroom (we have a lot of employees – and our bathroom is really nice, like one that you would find in a hotel – which was very nice of Raye). Michelle was naked, and the guy was still wearing his clothes – although his shirt was unbuttoned and flapping loose. I could not see his chest from where I was standing, but judging by his build, I'm sure that he had a nice figure underneath those clothes. The guy had short sandy blond hair and he was kneeling with his head between Michelle's legs - she looked like she was having an orgasm. I quickly closed the door – faster than I had opened it, not really knowing what to do. Should I run away, yell out that I saw nothing? Wait a minute – why am I blaming myself when they're the ones that are giving me a 'show' in the women's bathroom of all places. Then I started to wonder how Michelle even got in here, since she doesn't work here. Did Darien give his sister the keys and say "here I don't care who you're fucking – or where for that matter. Go and have at it with your boyfriend, and if you get pregnant it's not my problem!"
"Oh, hello Serena!" Michelle's voice echoed from behind the door. "We didn't think that anyone was in here."
"I just came early for work, um, well – yeah. Uh, by the way, I forgot to thank you for the tip yesterday." I said, moving away from the door. This is the most awkward conversation that I've ever had in my life.
"You're welcome, it's no trouble at all. Hold on a minute Serena."
"Okay…"
Suddenly the door burst open loudly, I wanted to close my eyes – but couldn't. I stood there frozen as the guy exited the bathroom – with his shirt still open. That's when I realized – he wasn't a guy at all – he was a she! Her breasts were fully exposed in the light of the women's dressing room – her nipples were hard and perky, despite myself I couldn't help but stare.
"Do you want to join us my little kitten?" The mysterious woman asked me in a deeply husky voice, coming closer to me, "Michelle and I have always thought that it would be erotic to have another woman join us. You are very pretty, and I would love to mess up that blonde hair of yours." That's when she pulled off her shirt completely. If I thought that I couldn't move before – then I was wrong, now I was statuesque as the half-naked woman approached me all I could do was barely stammer out a few words.
"N-n-n-no, umm-mum-mum. I-I-I-I…"
"Amara leave Serena alone, I think that she would be more interested in my brother than us – I'm pretty sure that she's straight." Michelle said, coming out from the bathroom – now completely dressed. "At least that's the impression that I get from the way that she stares at my brother. It's too bad though…Amara is right when she says that you're pretty cute Serena." At the sound of her partner's voice Amara grabbed a dress shirt from a bag on the floor and put it on.
I breathed a sigh of relief – and was about to refute Michelle's ridiculous idea that I actually liked Darien, but then Amara had to open her mouth again – and immediately sent me back into shock.
"I could always change your mind," Amara said, starting to make a grab for my breast, but this time I was able to come out of shock just in time to block her hand. "Strong and quick, very sexy, I can't even imagine what you would be like in bed."
"Amara!"
"Sorry, sorry Michelle." Michelle glared at the woman Amara. Amara in response rolled her eyes, "I'm sorry miss, and I apologize for my horrible behavior."
"Much better. I'm sorry Serena, Amara's such a tease" Michelle said, a smirk breaking out on her face, "and now…"
Amara held out her hand to me, "the name is Amara. I work here at Polaris."
"Then how come I've never seen you, I'm a bartender here – and I've been a guest at this club for a long time." I said, somewhat rudely – then glanced at Michelle who was staring at me directly, "I'm Serena by the way, please excuse me."
Michelle smiled, "you probably don't see Amara because she is the limo driver for some of Polaris' guests."
"I get here early to change and then head out to do my job. I get here earlier than everyone else, and I also leave later."
"That's why I'm always at the club – most of the time I'm waiting for her" Michelle said, giving me a wink.
"I didn't know that Polaris had limo service…"
"That's because only VIPs get to use the limo" Amara started, but then Michelle jabbed her in the ribs, "ouch."
"Please excuse Amara's attitude Serena" Michelle said sternly – looking directly at her partner.
Amara casually looked down at her watch, "oh shit! It's so late…" she grabbed her bag – changed her pants, and gave Michelle a quick kiss on the lips. As she headed out the door she called out to me "nice meeting you Serena – I hope that Michelle and I will see more of you later."
Michelle stared at her partner fondly, and waved at Amara as the door closed behind her.
"You really do love her don't you?"
Michelle smiled and giggled lightheartedly at the comment and nodded. "Well I have to get going Serena – once the employees start coming in, I make my exit. I don't want to see my brother…it's weird seeing him come in and walk around in his stripper attire. Seeing Darien dancing around in a so-called banana hammock for strangers really creeps me out – it's out of character for him," she said –mostly to herself. Then she looked at me, "but that's neither here nor there. I have to go – bye Serena." With that Michelle gracefully left the room. Despite the fact that I had just seen her and Amara having a little bit of hanky-panky fun on the couch, I couldn't help but think, she's so elegant and classy.
"Bye" I replied, reflecting on what she just said as I changed into my work uniform. Darien – being a stripper is out of character for him? Like I'd ever believe that. Darien works at this job so that way he can show off his body and the women will just flock into his bed, just the way he likes it. Michelle is just another one of his pawns; he probably uses her to light up the "sexy bitches" that he goes after. Well this bitch is going to stay away from his bed with the longest pole she can find! As soon as I finished changing, I heard the door open – and there was Raye, dressed and ready to go.
"Hey Serena, you look gorgeous. Definitely an improvement from this morning."
"Thanks, I guess. But I still need to put on my makeup Raye."
"Yeah, but I know that you can do all that in a quick second" Raye smiled at me, "I'm glad that you're feeling better – well at least you seem to be feeling better." I nodded at her in agreement, "good. Serena, I have to ask you something – Mina and I discussed this…"
Uh-oh, the dreaded words, Mina and I discussed this. I'm in for it now.
"and she told me not to talk to you about it, but I have to get it off my chest. Is this a work-related issue, a love related issue, or a combination or both?"
Oh shit. How did they get so good at reading me…I mean Mina I could understand by now – but Raye too? Ugh. How am I going to hide this from my own personal paparazzi? "I don't know what you're talking about Raye…I was just in a pissy mood this morning, that's all. Slept on the wrong side of the bed, you know me."
"Like I believe that – you're bullshitting me Serena and I don't appreciate it." Raye stood in front of the door with her hands on her hips – daring me to lie to her again.
Damn, damn, damn, damn! Well I'm going to have to avoid spilling the beans somehow. "Ok you got me Raye, here's the truth my problem is…"
Someone tapped Raye on the back of her shoulder, "Darien! There's my star performer! Wow you're here early." She shouted happily.
He's here now too, it just gets better and better today doesn't it Serena? I couldn't see my day getting any worse but it just didI couldn't see him – but just hearing his voice made my blood boil with anger. How dare he come here early and make my day, which had been getting better, worse.
"Hey Raye. Actually I usually try to come early on Saturdays – but most of the time it never works out that way. I always like to relax around here before the show – you know me. Who were you talking to anyway? I could've sworn I heard another voice coming from the room."
"One of the new bartenders – I don't know if you've met before. Serena, have you met Darien, he's one of our highly acclaimed strippers here at Polaris."
"No need for introductions Raye, we've met." Darien said as he appeared in front of my eyes, a neutral expression on his face. Yes unfortunately we have met is what I wanted to say, but I kept the thought to myself as I nodded in agreement with Darien's statement. "Hello there Serena" he said cautiously. "Raye – could you give me a minute with Serena? I really need to talk to her in private."
"Oh sure – no big deal, go ahead" Raye said, an evil grin plastered on her face. Knowing Raye, she would most likely go somewhere where she could still hear the conversation and then grill me about it later. I really wanted Raye to stay – but simultaneously I was slightly intrigued by what Darien wanted to say, so I decided to let him speak. If he even tries to touch me, I can always kick him in the nuts. Hell I might even kick him in the nuts just for fun. I'd surely get a great laugh out of it.
"About yesterday…"
"I really don't want to hear it. I should just walk out of the room right now." I got up and started to walk towards the door, which he blocked with that muscular body of his.
"Can you please just stop being so damned obstinate and listen to me for just one second?" Darien demanded as I stood there in shock.
Damn! Maybe I accidentally said that whole thing about kicking him in the nuts out loud. "I'm listening."
"I don't know what kind of guys that you've dated in the past Serena, but I can assure you that stereotyping me as someone who just wants to get in your pants is not flattering nor is it appreciated. I admit that my behavior last night was a bit inappropriate, but I was just having some fun, joking around – and apparently you can't take a joke. So I apologize for my actions."
All right, that's over now I can leave after I tell him that I accept his apology, yada yada yada. "Apology accepted, now I have to…" I tried to leave – but he just kept on standing in front of the door.
"Wait a second, don't be so hasty, I'm not done yet." I just looked up at him in surprise – what else does he want from me? "I was serious yesterday when I told you that I was hoping that you were into men. You see I think that you're really cute Serena."
"And?" I said, rolling my eyes…wherever this was going, I wanted to go in the opposite direction.
He sighed with frustration, "forget it, obviously someone doesn't want to be bothered today. See ya meatball head." Darien gave me a curt smile and quickly turned on his heal – then left.
"Meatball head? What the hell? Darien you come back here right now – I am not a meatball head!" Did Raye tell him to call me meatball head? Great just great. I tried to run after him. I looked outside the door for Darien and didn't see him- it was as if he had vanished into thin air. I quickly gave up on trying to find him and decided to go sit down and do my makeup before the dressing room got crowded. What just happened? Was Darien trying to ask me out? Nah – but even if he was, does he really think that I'd go out with him? Although he says that he's not that kind of guy, I wouldn't put it past him to make me a roofie cocktail while we're on a date. So yesterday was his way of innocently flirting with me? Flirting – ha, flirting my ass! It's just like I thought, he's bad news and that's why I'm not going to go out with him, no matter what he does. The next thing I know – the cavalry comes into the room in the form of who else but Raye. I saw her reflection in the mirror as I was applying my mascara.
"What was that all about Serena?"
"Nothing Raye."
"Nothing huh? Well then how come I don't believe you?"
"Because you refuse to believe the obvious – and decide to make up ludicrous stories using your imagination."
"Actually that sounds more like you meatball head" she replied, really emphasizing the words meatball head. Damn her, she definitely heard it all. Unfortunately I had temporarily run out of insults, so I glared at her through the mirror while I continued to put on my makeup. "I know what you're thinking Serena – yes I heard every word. Could it be that our "business man" Darien seems to get you hot and bothered? I wouldn't blame you, he's a nice guy with a nice body – if you like men anyway. You know he was flirting with you right Serena? Why didn't you just jump on the opportunity and go out with him? You're single after all."
"He's an asshole Raye, I'm not interested. Besides my love life is fine right now – I'm actually enjoying being single."
"You and I both know that that's a lie – especially since you're going to your own sister, the matchmaker might I add, to make a personal video file."
Well she got me on that one. "All right, so maybe I'm not happy being single. But Darien just isn't my type – I mean he's a stripper."
"So?"
I got up from my seat and walked toward Raye, a little bit peeved. "Raye strippers are dirty people."
"Serena! You want to tell me this here of all places!"
"I know Raye, but no one's really here yet – besides Darien, but he left already. Just let me finish all right?"
Raye nodded at me to continue, despite the frown on her face. "Anyway, who knows what kind of diseases he has from all the people that he's slept with? I'm not naïve Raye, I've been to strip shows before. I mean I'm a bartender – I work along with strippers. I know the way that they think, I've seen that lustful look in their eyes. They turn into animals once they are on that stage taking off their clothes – you know it as well as I do Raye. I've seen it before from behind and outside of the bar. While they're performing, they search the crowd for a woman that they think is pretty enough, and then they take her home. Those kinds of men go home with a different woman every night. It would be too heartbreaking for me to go through that again, I don't need another Seiya in my life Raye." I concluded, a grim frown on my face.
Seiya was my last boyfriend he's a singer who is starting to really hit it big. I can barely go anywhere nowadays without seeing his face plastered on a billboard. We went out for three years, the first two of which were wonderful. His songs were all over the radio, and his debut album had yet to come out. At first he was a really sweet guy, fun, easygoing, and was always able to bring a smile to my face. But his fame changed him completely into this horrible monster, one that was all too familiar to me – a liar and a cheat. Before Seiya, I had dated many of those types of men, I thought that he was different, but I was wrong. "I never want to experience another Seiya as long as I live Raye, which is why I asked Mina to help me change my love life once and for all."
"I didn't know it was that serious Serena. I mean Mina did tell me about your relationship with Seiya and what a jackass he was – but I didn't think that you equated all strippers to be like him?"
"Not just strippers Raye, a lot of men out there are like Seiya. Seiya wasn't even a stripper himself - he was a singer. It seems like all men who are in the public eye have a problem with staying faithful to one woman. I don't need another heartbreaker walking into my life – and Darien fits the mold to a tee."
"All I'm saying is give Darien a chance Serena, you might be pleasantly surprised. Not every stripper is a sex-crazed animal."
That's when everyone else started showing up for work. I left the conversation at that and told Raye that I would elaborate on it more later, Raye went out to the front to go and turn the lights on and start setting up for the busy day ahead. Raye had become like a sister to me, and since Raye and my sister had been together for a few years, I guess it was only natural. Lita walked into the dressing room as I was putting the finishing touches on my makeup.
"Hey Lita."
"Hey Serena, how's it going?"
"Great. Hey I was wondering if you'd like to go shopping with me, Raye, my sister Mina and a few other girls?"
"Sounds great to me, I haven't gone out in a while and it'd be nice to meet some new friends. So I'll be there, what time do you want to go?"
"Mina said that we're leaving from my house at 10:30."
"Do you want me to meet you at the mall?"
"Yeah, meet us at the mall, and I'll give you my number so that way you can call me when you get there."
"Okay, hold on a second Serena," Lita said while she dug in her purse for her phone, "all right, give it to me" she said as she pulled out her phone. I gave her my number and she typed it into her address book on her phone. "Gotcha, well thanks a lot for the invite Serena, I'm excited. I better get dressed though – maybe I'll see you tonight, that is if I work at the bar. If not then there's always Monday, I picked station number 20 for the nights that I work the bar."
"That's the station next to mine!"
"Yeah. I specially requested it. Let's just say that the head bartender and I are great pals."
"She likes good cooking as much as I do doesn't she?" Lita nodded and smiled. "A girl after my own heart. All right, well I'll let you get dressed." I walked out of the dressing room and into the club. So far my day has been horrible, and there's no way that it could possibly get worse.
The time for the club to open came rather quickly. All the rest of the bartenders, cooks, waiters, and strippers – or entertainers as they prefer to be called, poured in seemingly at the last second. I was already waiting at my station for Polaris to open its doors to the public, and once it did – I was close to being in over my head. Customers poured onto and off of the barstools at my station in the blink of an eye.
Around 7:30pm, Amy came into the bar. "What a coincidence. Hello again Amy."
"Hi Serena. I decided to come by again and say hello. I had nothing else to do and I don't want to be bored on a Saturday night."
"Don't you have to go to work Amy?"
"I'm on the morning shifts everyday except for Sundays – then I come in during the late afternoons. I only get called in at night if it's a real emergency. So how's your night been going so far?"
"Stressful, but I can handle it. Say, how do you feel about going shopping tomorrow? We were thinking of leaving at 10:30 to go to the mall."
"We?"
"Oh sorry, Mina, her girlfriend Raye, me, and a few other people."
"Sounds like fun, I'll be there as long as I don't get called in." Suddenly a loud buzzing noise came from Amy's waist. "Ah – emergency, guess that means that I better get going, I'll see you later Serena." With that Amy left without ordering a drink – which of course was a good thing. My night was going fine at this point, I had completely forgotten the events of this morning and last night; I had no complaints, until a sickeningly familiar voice permeated the air.
"Yo! Barkeep, give me your strongest drink, and keep those nice hooters bouncing while you're at it." My back was turned to the man– but if I remembered the body that the voice belonged to correctly, it would be better if I didn't turn around. "Hey chick – I said I need a drink. Move that tight ass or I'll take my business elsewhere." I spun around – angrily, and to my dismay I was right on the money with my prediction of whom the voice belonged to. The long black – almost blue hair, devilish blue eyes, and a confident smirk – it could only be my ex, Seiya. The last person that I wanted to see today, if I had to choose between his company or Darien's, I'd definitely pick Darien hands down. "Oh-ho! Look who it is, why hello Serena. I didn't know that they let little sluts like you into Polaris."
"Seiya – you better change your tone, and learn how to address a lady, or else I'll have the bouncers on your ass quicker than you can blink."
"I don't mean any harm baby doll, you know me." Seiya replied, his eyes fixated on my breasts, then when he noticed that I was staring at him, he looked into my eyes. "Actually, I was just thinking about you the other day."
"Oh really."
"Yeah, the truth is sweetheart – I want you back. I heard that you were working here, and I want to kiss and make up."
"I don't believe your bullshit Seiya, and even if I did, I'm not interested."
"Oh come on Ser"
"Don't you call me that – only loved ones can call me by my nickname."
"Ok Serena, my angel, my sweetheart. Just hear me out on something, please?"
"You have until you pay me for your drink." That's when I grabbed the nearest – and strongest bottle of alcohol and poured a few shots into a clean cup.
"Thank you baby. Honestly, you know that whole thing with that girl – whatever her name was, it wasn't what you thought. You just happened to walk in at the wrong time."
"You consider the wrong time to be when I walked in and you were already inside of her?"
"Yeah – no! Seriously, I wasn't having sex with her."
"Then what were you doing when she was screaming "I'm going to cum Seiya" – you obviously weren't giving her and the rest of her bachelorette party a private concert at an 'undisclosed location.' Seems to me that you wanted to give her a 'special screening of your new album' – in the apartment that we shared, on the bed where we slept together."
"Serena, it's not like being a rising singing super star is an easy job. I've got to climb my way to the top."
"By sleeping with as many women as you can?" By this time I had finished making the drink, "that will be $20."
"Baby, all of that is in the past – I'm not like that anymore, I've changed. Come on get back with me. Remember all the great times that we had – about all the orgasms that you had while I was thrusting my manhood inside of you?"
"Give me your $20 dollars and then get the fuck away from me before I have you thrown out on the curb like the trash that you are."
"Fine" Seiya replied, pulling out his wallet, taking out a 20-dollar bill, crumpling it – and then throwing it at my breasts. "I'm sure that it took a whole lot of these to make those knockers bigger – I'm just helping you out for your next operation." I growled at him, he winked at me, and leaned as close as he possibly could to me. "If you ever change your mind, I'll be hard and waiting pussycat." With that he left – and went straight to the dance floor, where he quickly found a bimbo with huge breasts to freak dance with. He made sure that I could see him from my station, dancing as close to the edge of the dance floor as he possibly could.
Seiya was grinding hard against the girl and touching almost every part of her body that he could. At this point I couldn't hold onto my strong demeanor anymore, before the next customer could ever sit in the barstool, I ran to the head bartender and asked her if I could take a bathroom break. She nodded her head yes, and put up a little "closed temporarily" sign on the bar right in front of my station. I ran to the employee bathroom as fast as I could, tears and mascara running down my face. Damn it Serena, you should have bought that waterproof mascara. I don't even know how much time passed as I sobbed, looking down into the bathroom sink. Eventually the bathroom door opened, and through the mirror I saw the reflection of a nice looking woman with long white hair. From the moment that she came in, she was blatantly staring at me as I heaved and coughed while I cried.
"I saw you talking to that jerk while I was on the pole," were the first words out of her mouth. I turned around to look at her in shock.
Why would she – a stripper of all people, be paying attention to me – when there is a sea of people waiting for her to take off her top?
"Some words of wisdom, don't ever let an asshole like that control you," she said to me with a disgusted look on her face. "People like him aren't worth the time and effort. Come on, let me help you – let's get you cleaned up. I would die if I went out there looking the way that you do right now – you look a mess with mascara running down your cheeks." Then she grabbed my hand and dragged me to her station – and this woman had a pretty strong grip. I plopped down into my seat, staring at her in disbelief. She pulled up a chair adjacent to mine and sat down, studying my face while deciding what she needed to fix. "What's your name?" She asked as she grabbed her makeup kit and took out a few makeup remover pads.
"Serena" I replied as she cleaned my face with the pads.
"Where is your makeup bag?"
"O-o-over…"
"Just point if you can't choke the words out."
I pointed to my bag – and the woman grabbed it, searched for my makeup kit, found it, and took out some foundation and mascara. As she talked to me, she fixed my makeup. "On stage they call me Yasmine, but my real name is Yaten." She quickly finished my makeup, and gave me a charming smile, "much better now Serena."
"Thank you," I replied as Yaten began to remove her makeup. Yaten looked considerably different without makeup – more masculine, which I found to be somewhat peculiar.
"It's no problem at all," she replied, "ah I can't wait to get these clothes off after I'm finished. So how do you know that guy anyway?" Yaten asked and as I told her the whole story of how Seiya and I met – and how he cheated on me, she started taking off her clothing. First she removed her sexy top, then the bra, which was when I realized that Yaten wasn't a girl at all – he was a boy that dressed in drag! I couldn't help but stare, this was the second time today that I had confused someone's gender and it was really starting to bug me. "What's wrong?" Yaten asked, staring at me, "oh – ha, you didn't know did you?" He started laughing, "I can't believe that no one told you. Some of the guys here dress in drag to appeal to women with kinky fetishes – and of course gay men who might enjoy the site of an obvious man in drag. Apparently I'm not so obvious then?" By that time Yaten was on the ground laughing.
"Well it's not like it's really apparent – I mean you make a very attractive woman, I never thought that you were a man. You kind of have a girly voice too – no offense or anything."
Yaten continued to laugh – mustering out a "no problem" while I, very flustered at this point, tried to make excuses as to why I never noticed that he was a man.
The door opened and in popped Raye, apparently the head bartender had told her that something was wrong with me. "Is everything all right in here?" Raye noticed Yaten, who was still laughing – until he saw her, and then he straightened up really quickly. She looked over at me with a gentle smile, "Serena – I saw Seiya in the bar tonight and I had him kicked out of Polaris, hopefully he'll never come back" she looked at Yaten again then decided to change the subject. "I see that you've met Yaten. My guess is that you didn't know that he was male right?"
"Yeah, is it that obvious?" I asked, Raye nodded. Geez this is so embarrassing. "Well anyway, don't worry about me Raye – I feel better now, plus I told Yaten all about it. He's a really nice guy. Thank you for helping me out Yaten, now if you excuse me – I have a bar to tend to. I've been away from my station for too long tonight."
"Are you sure that you're going to be all right?" Raye asked me, once again concerned about my condition.
"Yep, I'm completely fine now." Which of course was a lie, but I had to do something to get my mind off of this horrible day, and going back to work would occupy my mind for a while. I got up, waved goodbye to Yaten and Raye, and walked out of the room – back towards the bar. As the "witching hour" approached, more people started to pour into the bar in droves. I was getting a bit tired, but I decided to hang in there – I could always leave a bit early if I got too tired, Raye probably wouldn't kill me over it. The night was really starting to heat up as the most popular stripping acts took to the stage. Familiar music started to play, and as the DJ announced "the business man," Darien took to the stage for the first time. Against my better judgment, I decided to sneak peaks at his performance while I was pouring drinks for the people lined up at my station, as well as send drinks to the waiters awaiting at the other side of the bar.
When Darien came onstage all the women and gay men in the house started screaming things like: "Darien I love you!" "Take it all off Darien, I want to see every inch of you!" "I want to have your babies!" Someone even tried to propose to Darien while he was on the stage. Even I was slightly intrigued by Darien's behavior while he was performing. He tore his shirt into shreds like it was a piece of paper. Next his pants came off, and there he stood – almost completely naked with only a thong to cover his genitals. Damn he has a nice ass. Wait a minute, what the hell am I thinking! I'm not attracted to him.
Darien stood on the edge of the stage, the area with no nearby poles, and he was gyrating up and down to the right and left. He practically glided down to the floor, and started to imitate sex with the stage. Darien was thrusting on top of the stage, his ass and lower back muscles tightening with every thrust. I watched him move back and forth on the stage, who the hell wouldn't get turned on by that? I might be indifferent to Darien, but any woman would love to be made love to like that. I give him credit; the man knows what he's doing. It seemed to go on forever, and he was so enchanting that I couldn't keep my eyes off of him; I even over-poured a few drinks. But I still got the drinks to the customers who ordered them – despite my inability to look them in the eye most of the time; I was completely fixated on Darien. A few girls fainted; some men were holding out there hands, seeing if they could touch Darien – any piece of him. Next another stripper brought a microphone and a chair onto the stage; he placed the chair right behind Darien and put the microphone in the seat of the chair. While I was watching, Darien looked up directly at me. Once he caught me staring at him, he started smiling, and then he stood up. He picked up the microphone from the seat of the chair.
Oh shit, this can't be good.
"Well ladies and gentlemen, it's Saturday, and you know what that means. Today is the day where some lucky person is picked to sit in this chair, and get a special dance from me." There were screams of approval coming from the audience. "Now normally you know what happens is that everyone gets a number, and Raye, one of the owners of Polaris, picks a number using a random number generator. The person whose number correlates to the number that Raye picks gets a dance from me, that's the way that we normally do it. Tonight is going to be a bit different." The crowd immediately hushed, focusing on every word that Darien said, their eyes fixated on him. "Tonight, it's men's choice, and I already have someone special in mind whom I want to give a dance to. I had to ask a lot of people if I could get permission to do this, and they granted it to me. So without further ado the person that I choose is…"
Well I guess that means he's not available anymore, thanks anyway though Michelle, not that I was ever interested. Wait until I get to rub it in Raye's face that she was wrong. Darien wasn't flirting with me, like that would ever happen! Apparently I was right though – new woman every night…
"That beautiful blonde that probably made a few of your drinks tonight, Serena." A few people moaned and groaned out their frustrations that it wasn't them that Darien had picked and left. But a decent amount of Darien's crowd stayed to either just see who I was – either that or they were voyeuristic, which was something that Darien might not mind, but I do.
Hell no! I'm not going up there – no way. I'm comfortable at the bar – I'm not deserting my post to make him happy. Besides the head bartender would never let me leave for a frivolous reason like that.
"Well you heard the man Serena," the head bartender said to me. "Get up there and sit in his chair."
"Seriously?" She nodded at me. "You're joking right – I have my job to do, and I don't want to go up there. I have stage fright…"
"I don't want to hear it Serena, get up there – the man wants you."
What happened to all the sympathy that she had for me earlier? I guess it went out the window. Maybe she thinks that this will make me happy or something – more like ruin my life. Fuck was the only word that I could think of as I reluctantly dragged my ass from the bar to the stage. Lita had heard my name being called from the kitchen and came outside to yell, "go Serena!" I felt like I was being sent to the electric chair, in my head I could hear the words "dead girl walking." Finally, I made it to the stage, where Darien gave me a sweet smile. The microphone had already been given to the same male stripper who brought out the chair.
"What took you so long blondie?"
"I'll appease you today Darien" I replied through gritted teeth, and plopped my ass into his chair.
"I know that you'll like it Serena, don't be so uptight. Let me take control, just enjoy yourself." Darien quickly sat me down on the chair. I gripped the armrests tightly as I braced myself for Darien. He gave me another smile after noticing my grip, "don't worry Serena I'll be gentle."
Darien started by lightly touching my face. Then he got closer, he was only a few inches away from me – and I almost fainted when I saw his manly physique up close. He started touching himself, first his abs, his thighs, then his package. I wanted to cover my eyes, I wanted to scream – but I just sat there simply fascinated by Darien's physique and the way that he carried himself on stage. Maybe this isn't so bad after all. He was so sexual and sensual with me as he started to get more into giving me a semi-private dance. In my own mind there was no one there, just Darien and I, as he started to touch me while he gyrated next to my face. The way that he moved his hips, it was almost poetic.
I'm actually starting to like this a little…no Serena, don't fall into his trap! Darien is another Seiya – in fact ten times worse than Seiya. I mean sure he's nicer than Seiya, and a lot more attractive, not to mention that he has such a nice ass. Maybe I could learn to like Darien. No other stripper had ever captivated me as much as he had. His movements were snake-like, I had never seen such flexibility in a man before, I was absolutely mesmerized by Darien's stage presence, as he started to kiss my neck. That's when I felt it; he was leaning into me while his body was pressing into mine, and something hard was against my shoulder, while he continued to kiss my neck. Darien's actually aroused by all of this. Wow, I don't know whether to be flattered or disgusted. This is actually kind of nice…the way that he gently caresses my cheek. The way that his lips feel on my neck. Could it be that I'm actually enjoying this? He moved his mouth towards my ear, "if you let me – I could be the one – I could be all yours." That was sweet- I didn't know that Darien was capable of such words.
I looked into his crystal blue eyes; he seemed to be telling the truth, but how could I be sure? He kissed my lips, while we were onstage despite cries of outrage and despair, as well as catcalls from the audience. The magic of the moment disappeared into reality the second that his lips touched mine. Who the hell does he think he is? He has no right to kiss me! Darien doesn't know my history and he doesn't know me! I already told Darien that I don't date guys like him anymore – and I guess that I'm going to have to re-state the point. I refuse to be hurt again by someone like him, no matter how attractive he is and how enticing that body of his is. I don't want this – and I don't want him, he's a playboy, just like all of those other guys who perform for women. Never again will I let an asshole control my emotions! I pushed him away from me and stood up quickly, knocking the chair down.
"Serena, what the hell? I thought that you were enjoying this." That's it. With that I slapped him across the face, he stared at me in shock. It seemed as if the entire club had gone quiet. Okay maybe I did go a little far with the slap, but he deserved it. I quickly ran off the stage. Some of the audience members cheered, a few booed, but I didn't care. I went back to my bar station, sure it's not what most people would do – but honestly the employees' dressing rooms weren't a great place to hide either, as I had found out earlier.
"Are you all right?" The head bartender asked me. I shook my head yes. "Seems like something went on up there that most of us didn't see, what did he do to hurt you?"
"I'd rather not talk about it if it's okay."
"Fine by me. You know, it's almost closing time, why don't you go home? Get a rest, especially since Polaris is closed tomorrow. You've had a really stressful day, and I don't want you to get too stressed out. You're a great bartender, and the customers always have great things to say about you, I think that Raye would agree with me that we wouldn't want to loose you."
"Thank you. You know what, I think that I'll take you up on that offer. I've had a pretty bad day, and I just need some real rest and relaxation. So I'll see you on Monday then."
"See you on Monday Serena, enjoy the rest of your weekend."
"I will, thank you again." I quickly went to the backroom to grab my bag and get out, when I noticed a note on the top of my bag. I picked it up and read it.
"Serena, I'm sorry if things got a little bit intense on stage between the two of us. Please excuse my behavior tonight, I got carried away, and I can assure you that it won't happen again. I don't want our relationship to be affected by this; I've really enjoyed getting to know you. Once again, I apologize. I hope that we can still be friends, and that maybe I can make this all up to you. - Darien."
On the way home my mind kept on drifting towards the dance and the note that Darien had given me. Maybe Raye was right – maybe I should give him a chance. I guess that he's not completely like Seiya, he apologized for being a jerk. The least that I can do is try to be friends with him, what harm could that do? After I got home, I put on my favorite bunny pjs, climbed into bed, and shut off my light. I had had a horrible day – and I couldn't wait to get to dreamland, where everything was all right, and Darien…well between you and me, tonight he was the prince in my Cinderella-esque dream. Who would have thought it?
Another author's note (author's end note so to speak): All right – well that was really long, sorry about all of that. Please review. I hope that you guys really liked chapter two. I'm already working on chapter three, but I don't know when it will be done…hopefully I'll have it up by Wednesday (the 4th of July). Thanks all.
