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The works of Rooster-Teeth and their characters are their own and that of the mighty Oum. The only thing I own are the one-shot ideas that popped into my head and whatever OCs I would create for them. This is a work of pure fiction made solely for fun, constructive reviews will be welcomed, flames will be ignored. Any references to characters in real-life or fiction are purely coincidental. If I could make money out of my ideas, it would be nice...
Oum Damn It!
Date Published: 15th July 2017
Title: Dancers at Night (Working Title)
Genre: Modern, Semi College AU, no Grimm or terrorists
Description:
Pyrrha and her friends wear different masks for the world, one for college, one for her cover job and one for her real job. But she might have trouble handling her real emotions when a certain scraggly blond comes into the picture.
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The scents of cheap beer and cigarettes filled the dimly lit room amidst the sounds of sensual club music and the wolf-whistling of men. The men of various ages looked on with excitement and lust in their eyes at the lone woman who was dancing on the platform in front of them, mesmerizing them with her full-bodied tanned figure that was barely having her modesty protected with a small string bikini, her movements around the pole that was provocative yet eye-catching, and finally the air of mystery that was increased with the mask that covered the top portion of her face while allowing her dark hair to sway around even when tied up in a ponytail. The smirk adorned on her face as she swung around the pole was indicative that she knew the effect she had on them and she enjoyed it.
As per usual, the men would attempt to try and reach out for her body only to be rebuffed. One of the youngest was the closest to touch her, but the woman smacked the hand playfully and wiggled her finger while teasing him with her breasts pressed together with her arms as she bent down. Then at the climax of the music, she grabbed the pole and swung around it with her legs wrapped tightly before leaning back, using her legs as her grip and leaving her arms free to spread them open.
The men all rose to their feet and gave their cheers while depositing their money by the dozen into the basket tray around the platform. The woman in question unravelled herself from the pole and bowed lightly before making her way to the end of the platform, swaying her hips to make them entranced and give up more of their cash. Pausing at the curtains, she turned her head to give them one last entrancing smile before going behind the curtains and walking off to a hidden door that she walked through and closed, locking it securely before continuing.
It was after walking through the corridor that lead to a junction connecting to other rooms that she stopped walking. She turned behind her to make sure none of the customers tried to follow her before letting out a sigh.
"Thank goodness that is over." The woman took off the mask to reveal a face that looked to be in her late teens and rubbed her forehead, taking deep breaths to clear her lungs of the cheap alcohol and smoke. Her mask was equipped with a device that filtered the air that she breathed through, ensuring she would not inhale much if not all of the contaminants, but it was something she did to control her emotions and clear her mind. Despite this being her occupation, she wanted no memory of the men who looked at her with such lustful eyes in her dreams.
"Hey, done with your shift, Callista?" She lifted her eyes to find one of her fellow colleagues calling her by her stage name while walking towards her in another scantily clad outfit that seemed to resemble a cross between a maid's clothing with a school uniform. The woman in question was one with tanned skin and wavy crimson hair, on top of which she had two cat ears that twitched in her direction.
"Yup, and I'm guessing you too, Crimson?" Callista asked to which the girl nodded her head. The sounds of chatter attracted their attention to a few of their co-workers who were walking down their separate aisles in various types of clothing that no mother would want their daughters to wear in public. Callista smiled lightly at the sight of her two friends and waved to get their attentions.
"Hey there, how's your night?" One of them asked as she came to her in a similar outfit that was basically a string black bikini that just barely protected her modesty and the bra was straining to contain her most notable assets. Her hair was bunched up into a ponytail and she had several patterns on her body to help people focus on her figure.
"It was fine." Callista nodded while turning to the other one. "How's yours, Frost?"
"It is not a problem." The second of the pair answered as she used the riding crop she had to push the fake glasses on her face while flicking her dark hair. She was arguably the second most dressed of the four, wearing what would be considered a business suit if not for the blatant exposure of her front and the absurdly short skirt that showed off her leggings and her underwear if she should bend down lightly. "A bit of a ruckus but it was manageable."
"Bravo my dears, you girls were making a killing out there tonight!" The group turned to find a man who would likely scar people's mind on first impressions. He was a huge man with ostentatious purple hair tied in a ponytail, bulging muscles and a moustache that curled at the ends, but the clothes he wore clashed violently with his figure. He was wearing an open shirt with frills around the collar and the sleeves, and a skirt that showed very hairy legs. Combined that with a flamboyant behaviour and you have a guy who could send any disgruntled customers to the hospital for physical and mental trauma.
But for them, he was their boss, their caretaker, and someone whom they could count on to protect their interests, bodies and their well-being. He made absolutely sure that they were treated proper and anyone who dared to touch or hurt them in any manner would be introduced to either himself or his security guards who would be more than willing to enforce the rules of the club.
"You girls are certainly the stars tonight! And in time for our regular retreat!" The man cooed as he grabbed his hands and wiggled his body weirdly, something that would no doubt horrify people at his body language but one these girls were used to. "But enough of me talking, let's get you girls out of those clothes and makeup! We must wash off the stains of tonight's entertainment!" The man gestured to the door at the left. "The communal rooms are finally fixed so all of you can finish off quickly. I shall prepare the transports for you." The girls thanked him happily and made a mad dash to the showers, creating a slight pileup at the doorway as two in particular tried to muscle their way through. Callista and her three friends were able to get in first and made sure to get the necessary items before entering the showers.
Callista took off her outfit and turned the tap to get the shower going, sighing in delight as the hot water soothed her body. After a while she pressed a button to release a special cleaning agent to mix with the water. With a cursory glance, she watched her skin starting to flake and pale as the cleaning agent made contact with the special Dust coating she covered her body with to hide her identity. Grabbing some shampoo, she started to scrub her hair to remove the grim and sweat, while ensuring the cleaning agent was also interacting with it. Washing it thoroughly with the hot water, she nodded at the sight of her hair now returning to the original colour of crimson red and her skin now showing its natural tone.
Once the special dust was removed and all the telling signs of her work was complete, she put on her normal clothes and sprayed on some perfume to hide any lingering scents, before making her way out of the showers and into the common room where they were to wait for the vans. She did not need to wait too long for the others to come out from the showers and for their respective vans to arrive. Once she and her three friends entered the vehicle, their driver started the long and complicated drive to their respective drop-off points to throw off any customer who were more bull-headed to come after them. It was a few minutes later that one of them spoke.
"So, how much do you think we earned? I reckon I got at least a couple of thousands." The now blonde-haired buxom girl wearing a zipped jacket and tight jeans leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her head as she smiled giddily.
"That won't be a surprise, Yang. Your theme tonight was by far the most provocative of the lot." Frost who was now a pale girl with a white ponytail and light blue clothes remarked with a huff as she addressed her colleague with her real name. "I could almost hear all the men screaming from my booth, Scarron had to get more of the guards to your side to ensure that they don't get any funny ideas."
"Not that I can't take care of myself, but I do appreciate the sentiment. There were a few getting a little too bold earlier. Not to mention quite a number of erections that I could do without." Yang nodded her head in agreement before leering at the pale girl. "How about you Weiss? Punished any bad boys earlier?" That question brought a blush to the pale girl's face but she managed to reply back with a straight expression.
"Well, there were a few who would likely need some new pants, and a few others in need of major counselling." Weiss shuddered at the memory. "Honestly, I seriously question the minds of some of the men in Vale. One of them was literally panting while calling me 'mistress' all the way."
"At least you two had more guards looking over you, I had to handle my customers carefully with only one guard." The cat Faunus remarked as she settled in her chair to read her book. Without her disguise, she had long black hair with a bow to hide her ears with pale skin and wore a white shirt with a dark jacket on top and tight jeans to show off her legs. "Thankfully I got enough cash from my previous acts so Scarron decided to play safe and send in fewer customers tonight."
"Didn't Scarron put you into the 'Watcher's Room', Blake?" Callista raised an eyebrow at her. "That should have some reinforced barriers installed right?"
"Indeed, but it does not stop some of the more determined individuals." Blake remarked as she flipped a page of her book. "Also it is safe to say that we won't be using that room for at least a week as Scarron would likely want to get it fumigated and sterilized thoroughly." Blake briefly showed a disgusted frown. "There are some stains sticking to the windows that really need to be removed at all costs." To that the others gave their own expressions of repulsion, even the driver let out a disgusted grunt at her story.
"Okay moving on to our final contestant." Yang clapped her hands to dispel the mood and turned to the crimson-haired girl. "How was your gig Pyrrha? Sounds like you were drawing in quite a number." The now named Pyrrha nodded in agreement.
"Tonight's pole dancing theme was quite a crowd pleaser, I am guessing that I have enough to last me for the next few months." Pyrhha paused as she took out her phone to check a message she just got. "Well Yang, looks like you are right on the money. The four of us managed to rake in close to a couple of million alone!"
"That's good!" Yang pumped her fist in joy. "I could finally buy the upgrades I need for my bike."
"Yes that is important." Weiss rolled her eyes. "But at least the club and the studio can get the necessary fixes done, the fire from last time took out quite a fair bit of the studio and we have to restrict our activities to keep up the act that we are not able to use the studio. There have been some people asking where we go for our dance lessons."
"That is true, at least we can get back our cover and do both our jobs." Pyrrha said thinking about her cover as a dance instructor. It helped with the legal side and deflect anyone looking into the seedier side of their work.
"We have reached Anchor's point." The driver called out as he slowed the van down next to a series of buildings.
"Well, here's my stop." Pyrrha grabbed her bag and exited out of the van. "See you at the academy then."
"Have a good night!" Yang called out while Weiss and Blake nodded their agreement. Pyrrha waved back as she watched the van drive off, before making her way into the building where she stayed in. Entering the elevator, she pressed the button before leaning back on the wall and letting out a tired sigh, thinking back to her work and other matters.
It had been 8 months since she started working at the club as stripper slash pole dancer, and if she were honest, she was surprised at how well adjusted she had gotten after the first couple of months, being able to slip into her persona of a confident woman who could make men get down on their knees and made them cough up their money as they attempt to get close to her body. It was practically second nature to her and it was scarily simple to act out as a different person.
Then again it was not surprising considering she wore a different mask both at the academy she was studying and at her cover job.
To the outside world, she was Pyrrha Nikos, the top academy student, competition sportsman and dancer of Beacon Academy. Her grades were among the top ranks and her talents in the dancing club were well recognised to the point of getting some scholarships. Factor in her good looks and she ended up becoming one of the most popular girls around.
She loathed the attention she got at the academy, with the people who wanted to be friends just so they could be associated with her and get gifts. It was ironic since the job she took would expose her to a different sort of attention, but there was something she hated when using her public persona to interact with the students. Unlike the men in the club who openly showed their lust for her body, the ones at the academy hid their intentions to get close, making it impossible to make real friends. Especially for the male student body who wanted to 'score' with her.
Maybe that was the reason Pyrrha could get along with Yang and the others, since they too were the popular girls and they also entered the same line of work at the same time as her, each of them having some interest in different styles of dancing and wanting to let loose some tension from everyday life, wanting to be somebody they had to repress at times.
The light pining of the lift doors broke her thoughts temporarily as she noted that she had arrived at her level. She got out of the lift and slowly made her way to her apartment, letting her thoughts drift again.
There had been close calls in the past where people would try to find her or the others at where they worked, but they had been careful in keeping up the masquerade. It was stressful in a way, but Pyrrha would not want all of her effort to go away, or her workplace that was becoming a bit of a sanctuary to be taken away.
She did not want the academy to know of her activities for fear of removing her scholarships.
She did not want her parents to learn of this for fear of their reactions.
She did not want the arrogant jocks and despicable people like Cardin and his gang to learn of this for fear of being blackmailed into questionable service.
And above all on the list, there was one person she desperately wanted to make sure that her secret was not revealed to at all.
"URG! Come on you stupid key, where are you?!"
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
Pyrrha turned around the corner to find her neighbour struggling to hold what looked to be bags of groceries in one arm while searching his pockets with another, with more bags around him and taking up a good portion of the corridor. It made for quite a comical sight as the young man whose face was hidden from the bags was literally balancing on one leg, moving in time with the swaying bags and occasionally panicking as the bags threatened to fall out and dropped to the ground. Pyrrha merely chuckled and made her way to him, stepping over some of the more bulky items before grabbing some from his arm. "Need a hand Jaune?"
At her voice the young man paused in his movements before he peeked from behind the small tower of bags, revealing messy blonde hair and one blue eye which widened at her appearance.
"Pyrrha! Hey there!" He called out before yelping as the tower started to sway again. "Sorry for the trouble but could you help me balance these for a while? I need to find my keys." Pyrrha merely grabbed a few more to lighten the load, allowing him to search his pockets quickly. With a triumphant sound he produced the apartment key and quickly opened the door, depositing the ones in his arms at the nearby counter before coming to take the ones from Pyrrha.
"Let me." Pyrrha stepped in to deposit her lot before going for the rest.
"Sorry about this." Jaune apologized with a sheepish look as he took on his share of the groceries.
"No problem, from the looks of it, you seem to have come to a windfall recently." Pyrrha peered into the bag she had in her hands. "You even managed to get hold of some Vacuo fruits, those are expansive!"
"No kidding, I was lucky that pay-check came from the three jobs I have at the same time! Not to mention the supermarkets are having a special sale going on at discounted pricings." Jaune motioned to the pile as he brought in the last of the bags. "At least I got quite a number to last me the next few months, not to mention sending some back home."
"I am sure your family would be happy for some of the produce." Pyrrha nodded as she peeked through the bags. "But make sure you have enough for yourself."
"No problem." Jaune let out one loud exhausted yawn as he stretched his arms. "Glad I got this all back here." Turning to Pyrrha, he smiled while gesturing to the kitchen. "How about I cook you something? I haven't had my dinner yet and I am guessing you do not as well." Pyrrha wanted to refuse politely but her body betrayed her by letting out a very loud growl. Jaune chuckled as the girl grabbed her stomach with a blushing face. "Would pasta work for you?"
"… Yes please." She stammered as he went into the kitchen to start making their dinner. She went to prepare the table and the cutlery as he swiftly boiled the pasta while making the sauce. As always she had to wonder how quickly he could move about in the small kitchen without knocking into anything and ensuring that the food items were done properly, which would explain how he was able to get a cooking job at the nearby store. In no time at all, dinner was ready and he dumped them onto two plates and made his way to the table, giving thanks for her assistance.
"Late night at the dance studio?" He asked as he set both their plates down and moved to sit. Pyrrha paused for a moment, wondering how to tell him about her work.
"Yes, we have a few customers who really enjoyed our dancing, they held us back quite a few hours." Pyrrha spoke with a shrug. It was partially the truth.
"Well, that is good news right? It helps to deal with last month's issue." Jaune replied totally unaware of her job. "If I recall, you had a bit of run-in with some gang that trashed your studio."
"Yes that's right." Pyrrha thought back to the time when a motorcycle group that tried to be a tad too frisky with them got kicked out of the club. They were furious and returned with Molotov cocktails to set the club ablaze. Thankfully it was only superficial but it did put a damper on profits as they had to close the club and the studio for a month to fix it. Mostly superficial so that they could keep up the act.
"I really hope you do well." Jaune nodded as he took another bite of his dinner. "Maybe I can drop by next time?" Jaune took the moment to get up and grab a drink for the both of them, thus missing the panicked expression on Pyrrha's face.
"That might be a bit of a problem. It seems the gang heard about the club getting back on its feet and they want to have another crack at it." Pyrrha said while wincing inwardly at the blatant lie. "My boss is getting some security cameras in the area in light of the situation, but I am not sure if you should come around to be on the safe side, at least until they are arrested."
"Oh, I see. That's a shame." Jaune remarked as he sat back down. "Still I would like to see one of your dance moves. It would be quite interesting."
"… Do you really want to see me dance?" Pyrrha blushed lightly at his admission.
"Well, I have heard that you are very nimble on your feet and that you have captivated quite a few people." Jaune spoke while scratching his head. "So I got a little curious and watched a video of you dancing at the competition a couple of years back, and it was really good. One of my younger sisters actually wanted to follow your footsteps and go on to be a dancer."
"I see." Pyrrha blushed heavier at the idea that his little sister wanted to be like her, as a proper dancer. "Well I guess I can show you some moves after dinner." She realized a little too late that she worded that with a very sultry tone that she normally used on her job, and that got Jaune choking a little on the food. "I'm sorry!" She panicked and patted his back while grabbing the cup of water for him to drink. He quickly took a huge gulp before letting out a few more coughs and taking a deep breath.
"Hah~ that's better." He let out a relieved sigh.
"I'm sorry!" Pyrrha bowed her head down in shame again.
"It's okay, I'm not hurt." Jaune tried to dissuade her fears. "Blame my brain for going into the gutter there. You should consider going into voice acting, I think the manner you did it could be really convincing."
"It was meant to be a joke." She covered her face to prevent him from seeing the blush that was covering her entire face while mentally berating herself at her slip. "I did not mean to sound so~ so naughty!"
"It is fine." Jaune smiled brightly at her. "But I think we can leave the dancing to another time. For now, let's continue with the meal."
Pyrrha nodded while still blushing as they continued eating their meals in silence, her heart aching for different reasons.
Aching in joy that she could enjoy this quiet moment with him.
Aching in pain for having to lie to him.
Aching in embarrassment at their conversation.
Aching in excitement at the idea of showing him her regular dancing.
And aching in fear that he would look at her in disgust if he ever found out the truth of her job.
For those reasons, she made sure to keep her secret from him no matter how much it hurt, in order to keep that moment of happiness for her.
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Hello there, this is the first M-rated idea I decided to write out for you guys. This will be a Pyrrha-centric fiction with Yang, Blake and Weiss as the supporting cast set in the modern universe, so no Grimm or huntsman. Jaune will be the 'normal' aspect of their lives, him being oblivious to their line of work and their interactions will be interpreted in their own point-of-views. Main pairing is Arkos, and maybe slow burnings of Knightshade, Dragon Slayer and possible White Knight.
White Fang will be a street gang of sorts. Some of the other male characters will be written slightly OC due to the nature of the story.
I got the inspiration from reading the early chapters of Couer's 'The Entertainer', and other fics from here and AO3 that I am embarrassed to say are smut fics where the authors have the girls come in for each chapter to strip, dance and for some authors, somehow get into an orgy. I noted that for long fics, Jaune is usually the character to be the stripper/prostitute due to him growing up in the industry (Couer's) or because of the stupid betrayal/expulsion bullshit, while the short fics will feature the girls for those quick smut moments. So I decide to break tradition and create this story where the four main girls are the dancers and they had to deal with hiding their identities.
This is a rough concept, so please R-&-R, I would like some opinions for this. Let me know if you want more one-shot ideas of this or perhaps a fully story.
And I put my pen down for now.