"I think you can do much better than me. After all the lies that I made you believe guilt kicks in and I start to see the edge of the bed where your nightgown used to be. I told myself I won't miss you but I remember what it feels like beside you. I really miss your hair in my face and the way your innocence tastes and I think you should know this. You deserve much better than me." – Hinder
The above song captures my Syaoran perfectly. I love it.
Beware: As asianktn said this fic is sexily scandalicious.
Note: Yes I am making this fanfic more than three chapters.
Life on the Poles
By MoshiMoshiQueen
Beta Reader: Chibi Neko-Chan2
"Characters Talking"
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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.
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So what was he supposed to do? He just couldn't let her go a second time. Syaoran shook his head violently. He would never let her go. Never.
Pacing Syaoran felt sweat trickle down his forehead. His hands were balled at his side and his eyes held rage and fear. He had paced so hard that he was starting to leave a trail in his plush carpet.
"Where the hell is she?" he mumbled to himself.
"I'm right here big boy."
Whipping his head around Syaoran came face-to-face with Meilin, who seductively crawled up to him dressed in a tight, red outfit. She wore a red shirt that plunged at her breast line and tied into a knot at the middle of her torso. Her navel area was bare and a ring was nestled in the middle of her belly button. Her skirt was cut practically up to her crotch and her cheeks were slightly exposed. Her body shouted for any male attention, but her heart shouted for Syaoran.
She wrapped her lean finger around a piece of her onyx locks and twisted it in a flirtatious manner. Her lips were painted a rich red and pouted slightly as she locked eyes with Syaoran.
Disgusted, Syaoran pushed away from her, "Meilin I don't have time for your games."
"You never have time to play and it is starting to piss me off, Syaoran," she stomped angrily as if she was a child.
He smirked in response, "I have time to play. You're just pissed that I would never want to play with you."
Balling her hands into a tight fist she screamed, "What is that supposed to mean? I know you have had a little tumble with some women, but they mean nothing to you. They never have and they never will. Why don't you just stop playing with me? You are mine."
That barb caused Syaoran to boil over and he lunged forward in anger. Pushing his face towards Meilin's he spate out, "Let's get this straight. I will never be anyone's possession especially yours. I don't care what my parents agreed with yours. I'll never have you Meilin. You need to get the fuck over it. I don't want you."
Biting the tears back Meilin responded in rage, "You won't have a choice!"
Turning his back on her he said, "I've always had a choice, but you don't want to get over your delusions."
"We'll see about this Syaoran. It's time that you figure out that you aren't in complete control of anything."
"Just get out. Now. I don't want you in my presence anymore."
"So I see that he's still tugging you along on a leash, Meilin," a sneer came from behind them.
Whipping around Meilin came face-to-face with her worst nightmare. When she got over the shock she spat out, "I thought you were wrapped around a pole somewhere, Sakura. Who dug you out of your whorehouse?"
"Actually for the past few hours your praised husband-to-be was wrapped around me," Sakura commented as she sauntered towards Syaoran. When she reached him she wrapped her arms around his waist to reiterate her comment.
Flames flashed into Meilin's red orbs, "You'll regret this, Syaoran."
"Didn't you hear him? He doesn't want you. He regrets ever meeting you."
Screaming Meilin stomped out of the room at a full-blown rage. She destroyed everything in her path and the sound of glass breaking could be heard throughout the apartment building.
After a few minutes they heard screams and screeching tires.
"I think she kicked a dog on the way to her car," Sakura remarked as she stepped back from the rock hard body that belonged to her own worst nightmare.
"I'm surprised you aren't all ready married to that bitch. I thought mommy and daddy had your life all planned out for you," Sakura said as she walked around his front room.
"Weren't you listening? I'm in charge of my own life."
"Oh, really? That's new. A little too late, I guess."
Syaoran grabbed violently onto Sakura's forearms and pushed her towards him, "Stop pushing away from me, Sakura. I'm not that person anymore."
Struggling against his grip she replied, "Well, what a coincidence I'm not that same person anymore either. Let me tell you this. Just because you fucked me doesn't mean that you are in charge of me."
Syaoran decided to let the comment go and he loosened his grip as his temper simmered, "You need to get some clothes on."
"Yes, daddy," Sakura cooed as she brushed his hands away from her, "I'm still not going to work for you. I'll never be your slave ever again."
"The word slave would imply that you didn't have a choice. You had a choice Sakura and you melted in my arms anyways."
"Don't flatter yourself. The first time we did it I was innocent and the second time I was just horny. You aren't different than any other man I've been with."
"Really? Is that why you scream my name so loud, why you melted in my hands like putty, and why you not only came once but three times? You were just horny?" Syaoran countered as he handed her a black, lanky dress.
"Exactly. You don't know my body anymore, Syaoran. Maybe I ride the pleasure roller coaster three times every time I'm with a man."
Holding up the dress Sakura snorted, "What is this? Are we going to a tea party?"
"I know it's more clothing than you're use to, but you are just going to have to get over it. We are going out to dinner."
"You? The fancy, rich businessman is going to go out to dinner with a whore?" she taunted.
Grabbing her against Syaoran grumbled, "Don't ever call yourself that again. Do you hear me?"
"You can't deny the truth. I am what you've made me."
"Just get changed now," he said before he pulled her into his embrace and heatedly pressed his lips against hers. Sakura tried fighting but her body denied her and sank into Syaoran's warmth. "I hate you."
But, I love you Syaoran thought to himself as he watched her run to his bathroom with fear and anger shaking from her body.
Once she was in the bathroom Sakura splashed her face in cold water and let it drip down her neck. Breathing heavily she pressed her head against the bathroom mirror in desperation. Letting out an annoyed huff she wrung the dress in her hand.
"Fine you want me to get dressed, Syaoran. Let's see how you deal with this," Sakura said to herself as she cut slits up the sides of the dress and wrapped it tight around her body. The tops of her breasts were laid lusciously out and the black dress hugged around her curves in all the right places. The dress plunged in the back and she rubbed water on her long legs to make them shine seductively. Strapping on her silver stripper shoes that were arched to the extreme Sakura giggled in anticipation to Syaoran's outrage.
"When you play with fire you're gonna get burned," Sakura said with satisfaction.
When she opened the door she was shocked to see that her plan backfired. Instead of rage all she saw in Syaoran's eyes was pure pleasure. Before she could even protest he shoved her up against the front room's wall and lifted her until she had to wrap her legs around his waist. ( Steaminess. I love it.)
He set her afire by pressing kisses down her neck as his hands wandered up her body. The heat was so intense that Sakura moaned out loud. (Ever seen the movie 8 mile with eminem? If you have you know what I am talking about.)
Suddenly her world began to shake once again and her tough foundation was slowly beginning to crack. (Gotta censer the guards would kick my ass if I went further ). Screaming out Sakura's world went black.
"So, tell me again how I am just like any other man you've had," Syaoran purred as he placed a kiss at the nape of her neck.
"Bastard," she breathed out.
"Yes, but I'm your bastard."
Letting her down from the wall, Sakura slid her dress back into place and smoothed down her hair. "This doesn't mean anything. I'm not going to work for you."
"We'll see about that," he said as he pressed his hand on the middle of her back and walked her out of his apartment.
As they entered the elevator the elderly couple from earlier gave them a nasty look. Sakura smirked at them and said, "Too bad you guys are too old to fuck, right?"
Disgusted the older man rushed his wife out of the elevator as Sakura laughed.
"Do you have to be vulgar?"
"If you don't like it then you can just let me go."
"Never."
"Then you are going to have to get over it aren't you?" she said as she pushed a lock of hair out of her face.
"Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?" Syaoran asked as he helped her push the hair out of her face.
"Pretty words won't affect me," she replied even though her heart ached as it skipped a beat at Syaoran's touch.
As she tried to brush past him he placed his hand on the middle of her back once again but with more force. Pushing his body up against hers he whispered, "But this affects you."
They entered the restaurant that was connected to the building and every head turned. It wasn't often when Syaoran brought a woman out to eat. He usually only brought them to bed and sent them away. There was no need to feed them.
Sakura was usually confident, but this was no stage. There weren't blue lights to hide the audience or music to drown out her fears. There was no pole or paint to hide behind. She was entirely exposed in front of the vultures. Her face was bare of her usual mask and she couldn't act like she was someone else. Wasn't it funny that she felt more comfortable on a stripper pole then at a dinner table?
Syaoran, who was use to the looks, felt Sakura's hesitation and supported her by leading her to his table. Shaking off her initial fear Sakura turned on her seductive side and slid into the chair as if it was a silky bed. Women shot looks of jealousy and men let their mouths fall.
Picking up the menu she traced it with her fingertips as if she was tracing a man's assets. She licked her lips, flicked out her tongue, and gained the confidence she needed to face her next obstacle.
"Syaoran, what is the meaning of this?"
Looking up, Syaoran answered, "Mother. Father. How nice to see you. You remember Sakura, right?"
Question and Answer Section
Q: What was going on earlier. You lost your second chapter?
A: Stupid me deleted it by accident and then I couldn't find my back up copy. Needless to say I was in a panic, but in the end I found it.
Q: Sakura seems to cuss a lot.
A: I think it gives her more personality. It adds oomph. It makes her feel more in control and powerful.
Q: People like your sarcasm. Is it real?
A: I'm pretty catty . I'm pretty quick with my words. Just like Sakura's cussing it adds more personality.
Q: Syaoran is an ass.
A: Isn't he? It's great. The internal battle between Sakura and Syaoran is pretty hot.
Q: Are you going to tell us what happened between them ten years ago?
A: And ruin all the fun? Of course not.
Q: Does Meilin have something to do with it?
A: Maybe. I am a big fan of Meilin's character, but I needed a bitch and I don't like to make up characters unless I really have to.
Q: What do Syaoran's parents think about her?
A: You'll have to wait and see how that situation plays out. No hints there.
Q: Why did you make this fanfic so hot?
A: I'm pretty passionate and how could you have a pole dancer without the heat? I'm not an innocent writer. I'm pretty mature. Even wrote a few lemony lime fanfics. I can't put them on though. I think that passion should be celebrated. There's nothing to be embarrassed about as long as you do it tastefully.
Q: Now that's a different side to you.
A: I like to keep people guessing. I really enjoy this fanfic a lot. It's fun and exciting to write so you should see another update soon. If anyone has anymore question just send them to me and I'll answer.