Thank you so much for the reviews. Who knew people would love the idea of Sakura being a pole dancer, and hate the idea of Syaoran being a complete ass. It's obvious that these two lovers still have enough heat between them to set the world on fire, but lust doesn't mean love.

Thank you Framboise, Daili, Lanowan, RavenKitten, SakuraKino, CuteCherryBlossom, Anjuilet, Kawaii Bell, MewMewPower, Pink Babie, and Lane (My bestest friend in the whole world!)

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Shikonstar: Thanks so much for your review. I'm glad you liked the plot… the story is pretty much going to be based off the sexual tensions, swearing and personal attacks on the characters, so the first chapter was on the beginning and pretty mild.

DeathAngel-Lavenda: Truthfully I have so many incomplete fanfics that I really shouldn't have started another one (lol another two actually since I just posted another one called Flexible Strings Attached). I really should finish my old ones, but it's so hard to ignore a great plot when it gets locked in your head.

Cherrixwolf: YAY I am back, lol, and hopefully I'll be back long enough to update my other fanfics. It's great hearing from you again!

Dreamteam: Yeah, Syaoran's a little bitch in this fanfic… and he's only going to get worse, but he just might come to his sense But, I can't give that away, now can I?

Asianktn: Yeah, it's hard to love Syaoran when he's being extremely mean, but hey… he's still sexy!

Recap: In the last chapter Sakura tried to quit her job, and we learn that that is quite a habit. Can she really quit her poling days and move on? Before she begins her journey her past slaps her in the face, and some how she ends up in bed with it! (We all don't blame her. Although Syaoran is being an ass… he is still the hottie we all love!)

Life on the Poles

By MoshiMoshiQueen

"Dialogue"

(Author's Ideas)

Color flushed against Sakura's exposed skin, and every cheek on her body (hehe get it? I know. I'm a lame-o) was a flaming crimson red.

Letting out a heated scream Sakura pounded her hands against the king size bed. How the hell could she let this happen?! How the hell could she end up back in his arms only for him to disappear again?

Mistakes. Why was her past biting her in the ass?

She suddenly looked around the room. Where in the blue hell was she?

It was a gigantic, spacious room painted a dark jade. All of the furniture was made out of a rich mahogany, and was dusted to perfection. Beautiful and expensive paintings were nailed to the walls, and silk curtains were draped against the two large windows. The bed she was lying in was covered with silk sheets, and her naked body was wrapped up in the green glory.

A hotel? Could a hotel be this rich? Knowing Syaoran it most likely was the most expensive hotel in New York, and he probably owned it as well.

Stupid bastard.

Rubbing a hand through her mangled locks of hair, she sank back into the bed's body and closed her eyes. Sighing, she wondered just what she would do with the rest of her life. Tears shockingly sprang to Sakura's eyes, and stained her face.

She was lost once again… at least on the poles she knew where she was, and knew just what she was, but here in this luxurious room she was lost once again. This room represented all of what she could have been, but now she was just a whore looking for a better world where she could belong.

She could still feel Syaoran's body against hers… his heart pounding against her bare chest. She could feel his tongue twisting with her own, his lips rushing to kiss every part of her body. Goddamn it, why could he still set her afire? It had been ten years, and his touch was still the same. That touch had ruined her… that touch has released her passion.

"Fuck you, Syaoran! Fuck you, goddamn it!" Sakura shouted, her screams echoing off the room's walls.

"I think you did, indeed, fuck me, Sakura," a voice called.

Flinging her eyes open, Sakura's body jerked up from the bed. Forgetting that she was topless she sat up quickly to face the person's whose voice responded to her own.

He was dressed in an expensive suit, but his presence still heated her blood. His eyes racked over her body in appreciation, and a smirk was plastered to his infuriating face.

"Still calling my name, I see," Syaoran said, walking slowly to the side of the bed where Sakura sat.

"You might be able to dress like a successful business man, but you are still a bastard with or without clothes."

"I love it when you call me names," he cooed as he pulled her face to his, "Call me some more."

Pulling her lips against his, he dipped his tongue into her mouth and greedily took what he thought was his. Pushing him away violently, Sakura tried to deny the fact that her body was screaming for more.

"Get the fuck off of me. I don't want you ever touching me again! Why did you even bring me here? You didn't want me anymore remember?"

Rising, Syaoran looked down on Sakura's clothes less form, the smirk washed from his face. The truth was that he never stopped wanted her, and that was the problem.

"You need to put some decent clothes on, Sakura, and then get up."

"No, I won't fucking put clothes on until you explain to me what the fuck you want with me."

Setting his eyes ablaze only made Sakura's heart rate increase, "You must have a reason, and I want to know what it is. You didn't want me! You sent me away! You ruined me!"

Ripping herself from the large bedspread, she stood before. Her face was full of rage, and her body was painted an angry rose. Punching her hands into his stomach, she screamed, "You ruined me. Look at me! Look at me damnit! Look what I am now, you bastard."

Grabbing her hands, his orbs met hers, "I am looking at you, and all I see is the woman who has haunted my visions for over ten years."

"You can't sweet talk me, Syaoran. All you see is a fucking whore."

"All I see is the woman who slept with me last night, and not for money, but for pure pleasure. I can't stop wanting you Sakura, so you are going to get over your tantrum. The past is the past."

"The past is the past? That's all you have to say after casting me off to the wolves?"

Pushing him backwards, Sakura desperately tried to look for her clothes. As little as they were they were the only things she had to wear. Fuck the people that would see her as she ran out of the room.

Tying the backless shirt on her chest, she reached for her tiny indigo shorts, and slipped them up her body.

"You can't leave here like that, Sakura."

"I can leave how ever the fuck I please. If I wanted to leave fucking naked I would. You have no power over me, Syaoran. I slept with you, but now I'm leaving," she called as she walked (more like ran) towards the door.

Before she could even reach for the door, Syaoran grabbed her by the wrists and threw her up against the nearby walk. Leaning in close to her face, he whispered into her ear, "You have no where to go, Sakura."

"I can find my own way," she crowed, her voice turning hoarse.

"You lost all of your money."

"I have a fucking account."

"Your boss all ready cleared your account out, Sakura. Stay with me."

"Go fuck yourself."

He pressed his body tightly against hers. Moaning to himself, Syaoran couldn't help but lose his control as her body rubbed against his own.

Tears, again, brushed against her eyelids, "You sent me away. You didn't want me anymore."

"I never stopped wanting you. God, I can't get your scent out of my mind," he moaned as his pressed his head into her hair and breathed.

"You betrayed me," she spat aggressively, "I believed you when you said we would be together forever. You fucking lied. I was naïve then, but I'm not naïve now. I was dazzled by you, and you took advantage of that."

"I'm still dazzled by you, Sakura. You won't leave me."

"I do as I please. You have no authority over me."

He loosened his grip on her body, and gave her the advantage to push away from him.

Readjusting her top, she looked back at him, "The only thing I'm glad of is that I never fell in love with you… if I had it would have killed me. I could survive on the fact that you were just a body, and nothing more."

Reaching for the doorknob again, she was then interrupted, "I have a proposition for you, Sakura. One you can't refuse."

"I have one for you also. Lie in that bed and fuck yourself."

"I want you to dance for me."

"I want you to die."

"I want you to be the headline of my new establishment."

"I want someone to set you a fire, and burn you until your skin melts off."

"I need you, Sakura."

At those words, Sakura gripped the doorknob harder, and swung the door open, "I once needed everything that you could give me, but now… I need you to just leave me alone."

"Think about my offer."

"I'll think about killing myself first," she said as she slammed the door and walked towards the elevator.

On the way down a elderly couple eyed her, and whispered vicious comments under their breath. Sakura merely smiled, and left them alone… while the elderly man's sword gained strength and tried to release it's self from it's stone.

Walking past the main desk, her heels practically echoed through out the building. When the doorman opened the door, she placed a ten-dollar bill in his pocket, "It's for good luck."

Syaoran felt like slamming his fist into the room's nearest wall, but he restrained from destroying his own property. How would he get her to forgive him?

It had hurt him when she stated that she had never loved him, because he had sure fucking loved her. They had been so young… what else could he have done? There had been no other choice, but to send her away. He was protecting her from his whole, nasty world, but then he sent her to another one… one that was way worse.

Resting his head against the jade wall, Syaoran sighed deeply. She would come back to him, wouldn't she? She needed the money, but damn her pride would stop her.

The Sakura he slept with was experienced, she was strong… she wasn't that young and innocent Sakura any more, and yet he still loved her with all of his heart.

Flipping out his cellular phone, he dialed a number and said, "Follow her. Don't you dare let her out of your sight, and make sure she has no choice, but to come back to me."

(Hm. It gets more complicated. Is Syaoran loveable or is just a cocky, possessive bastard? What really happened ten years ago? Needless to say I had to just figure that out myself hehe.)

This was New York, so Sakura's outfit got a few nasty looks, but mostly people were too busy to even care about a whore's presence. Life was too hectic to notice the people beneath them.

Every seedy store Sakura set foot in, she was denied service, and it was really starting to piss her off. Whores worse off then she could buy clothes, but as soon as the sales people set eyes on her, they sent the bodyguards to kick her off their property.

Fucking Syaoran.

He thought she would just come running back to him just because she couldn't buy some fucking clothes? She was tougher then that. She had to be to survive in this fucking world.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a man dressed like every other businessman in this damn city, but his eyes greedily searched her body. His blonde hair was streaked with gray, and was slicked back with gel. He was a short man with huge, sweaty hands. The sight of him sickened her, but she licked her bottom lip, and swung her body towards his. Smiling, she ran a hand through her hair, and down her chest to play with the sequins.

"Do you have a smoke?" she cooed to the man, who fumbled in his pockets for a pack and a light.

"Yeah, anything for you honey."

"Anything?" she asked silkily.

"Anything."

Looking down at his pants, she could tell how bad he wanted to take a long ride with her, and she knew sleeping with another man would piss Syaoran off so bad. Revenge couldn't be so sweet.

"Take me to your place, and give me everything."

Before he could even reach for her hand, his eyes opened up wide and his skin turned pale. Turning around, he ran away from the confused whore.

Placing the cigarette in her mouth she then lit it and slide her eyes to the right side of a broken down building. There she spotted toward huge men with who could easily intimidate a businessman into peeing his pants. They were easily six feet tall, and dressed in identical black suits. She bet if they lifted up one side of their jackets that there would be guns, and not toy ones. They both had jet-black hair, and their faces were set in hard expressions.

Sashaying towards them, her face was set in stone, and her mouth was set in a frown. "Tell Syaoran that I'd rather starve to death then come back to him."

They both didn't move an inch, and simply stared at her with blank expressions.

"Come on, boys. I have to make a living somehow. Can't you just say that you lost sight of me?" she pleaded mockingly.

When the didn't answer she simply said, "Fine I'll go break the fucking law, and get sent to jail. I can get food and clothes there. What is Syaoran going to do then? Nothing!"

Turning from them, she was then violently pulled back, "I love it when men manhandle me. Are you going to handcuff me and drag me back to your boss? Please, big boys drag me around a little."

"Don't push it, lady."

"But, I want you to push it… right into me, baby," she said as she tried to rub her body against his, "Come on. Did the boss say you couldn't have a little fun?"

"The boss said not to fuck whores," the other commented.

"Well, I guess you do as he says and not as he does."

Pouting, she walked with them through the streets, "Don't I at least get a phone call?"

When they came to black sedan, Sakura cooed, "He won't ever know if we take a little ride before we see him."

"Get in."

"I thought you would never ask me that," she said as she slid into the car.

Its hubcaps were gleaming in the sun as its engine roared viciously. The car took off quickly, and sped off with Sakura locked in it. She knew where she was headed, and it didn't make a damn difference.

She wasn't going to work for him.

A/N: This story is most likely going to be more than three chapters . I love this fanfic so much that I just want keep writing more and more and more! Please review and tell me what you think.