Rating: M

ErenxRivaille

/Edited Chapter/

Chapter 5:

Lost Expectations

Eren was tired. He had just gotten off the stage; a major wedgie was irritating the hell out him. He really needed to remember not to wear underwear under these skin tight tiger print shorts. All they did was bother him. The worst part was that it cut off circulation to the rest of his legs, making him slip once while on the pole. It was a mistake on his part.

He was currently walking back to his dressing room.

He waved to Christa who was about to go on stage next. She was a real sweetie, in fact, most of the men loved seeing her on stage. She didn't do or wear such lewd pieces as Eren and the other dancers do. But, that's what made her so popular. She was like a pure angel, leaving the men drooling over the virgin on stage. Her blonde hair framed her petite face and she was wearing a simple white t-shirt with jean shorts and black high heels on. To be honest, Eren was a bit jealous. She usually just walked out, blew a few kisses to the crowd, a giant bright smile on her face. The men went wild. It was amazing how little she could do but get so much attention. Although, Christa got a little more attention from the women than men.

Making it to his room, his legs about buckled over when he realized how tired he was. His Theory of Compatibility professor had assigned a 13 page research paper due for the end of the week. He had been working on it after and during work. He hasn't been sleeping much, he's sure under the lights his dark circles were much darker.

Rubbing his face with his hands, he leaned back on the couch against the wall, propping his legs up on the table across from the couch. In his hands was a beer, he couldn't help but chug it. He still had another four hours here and he needed whatever he could to get him through it. Everyone here thought he was 22, this allowed him to get drinks whenever he wanted, despite being three years younger.

Putting the beer on the table he grabbed at his phone on the stand next to the couch, checking to see if Mikasa had texted him. It said no new messages and was a bit relieved. Mikasa needed to sleep, not worry about him. It was still early, about 8, but today the Club was closing early due to repairs when Connie had accidentally ripped down the curtain when he was walking by and fell into it.

"He really is the worse at wearing heels." Eren muttered, although he was glad he was able to leave for an early night.

"What did you say about me?" Connie sprang into the room, heels in his hands, as he slammed the door behind him. Eren raised an eyebrow. "How did you know I was talking about you?"

"Because it's true." Connie chuckled. Eren joined in, both knowing full well Connie really wasn't too balanced when it came to high toed shoes.

"In fact, I came here to switch these." Connie continued, holding up the pair of shoes. Eren noticed how one heel was in fact broken in half, as if Connie snapped it while walking. Eren let out a hiss, looking at the damage.

"Does the Boss know?" Connie's eyes grew a little wider. "No way, he'd take the money out of my paycheck. Marco is keeping the secret for me." He moved to the closet as he talked, looking for a replacement. He threw the old heels aside, rummaging through the hundreds of pairs of shoes in the stacked closet. It didn't take him long until he pulled out a different pair of heels. These had a thicker, but just as tall heel. They had a slender back and a closed toe, but a bit of white peeking on the tip. It would be much easier for Connie to walk in those.

"Sure you don't need a lift, or…?" Eren teased and Connie gave him a short glance.

"I hate you." Eren chuckled. They usually got along like this. They were friends, and they looked out for each other. Connie had a respect for Eren just as Eren respected him.

Suddenly, a loud beep was heard around the room. A vibrate followed. Eren looked down at the source, realizing his cell phone was the thing making the noise. Grabbing at it, he didn't notice the number, but hit talk anyway.

"Hello?" He talked into the phone. Connie looked up from what he was doing.

"Hello, is this Eren Yeager?" A gruff voice said on the other side.

"Yes, this is he."

"This is Erwin Smith wanting to inform you of your new position at Renaissance Corporation." Eren's eyes grew wide and he almost squealed in delight over the phone.

"You mean, I got the job!?" He opened his mouth to keep talking, but then he realized Connie was still in the room. He opened his mouth, knowing he shouldn't have said that. Connie looked at him, shocked spreading across his face. This was a problem. The Club didn't allow second jobs unless permission was given. This is to ensure safety and keep shifts open to all employees. The Club was also worried about competition. They thought if one was to go to another job, it would most likely be another Club.

"That's correct. We will see you in Building C6, floor 13 this Monday morning at 8. Don't be late. You are now under Mr. Rivaille's time, if there is dwindling, he will deal with the problem. If you have any trouble finding the place, ask the front desk, Petra." Eren nodded as if Erwin could hear him. It took him a couple moments to remember he was actually on the phone, not in front of him.

"Thank you very much, sir. I will be there." He spoke hurriedly, as if Erwin would change his mind. Eren was excited. He finally had the chance at a real job, a career that his parents would be proud of.

"Nice talking to you, good bye." With that, Erwin hung up. Slowly, Eren put down the phone, setting it down on the side table. He turned toward Connie, a bit worried of his reaction. Connie still looked uncomfortable, but he was slowly getting his bearings back as he took in the conversation he just heard. But before long, Connie began to laugh. "And I thought I was going to get in trouble!" He was in hysterics. Connie couldn't believe he was even worried. As soon as the Boss got word of this, Eren's ass would be out of the Club.

"You can't say anything. Please!" Eren was willing to get on his hands and knees and beg Connie at this point. He was finally given this great opportunity and he wasn't going to lose it.

"Chill, Eren. You know I wouldn't do that. You're keeping quiet for me anyway." He said with a wink. Connie held up the broken heels of his shoes as a joke. Eren grinned, glad that Connie was the one to hear the conversation. Even if the comparison of the two broken rules weren't even close, he was willing to keep his mouth shut in order to help a friend out. That was the Connie Eren knew.

"So, tell me about it. What are you going to do?" Eren wasn't even sure himself.

"I'm going to work as a secretary over at Renaissance Corporation."

"You mean the famous fashion industry?" Eren nodded and Connie whistled, giving his approval.

"You're about to make some damn good money."

"I know, I'm excited."

"Miksasa know?" Eren paused at that. "Er, no…" Eren shuffled his feet a bit, looking down at the ground like a child about to be scolded. Connie's eyes grew a bit wide. It wasn't often the two was found keeping secrets from each other.

"I gotta go, but I want to be there when you tell her!" Connie looked at his watch, realizing he was getting behind. With a smile plastered on his face, we waved goodbye as Eren nodded in his direction, watching him go.

He was truly a good person, but sometimes it became increasingly difficult to deal with him. Eren still thought highly of him anyways.

At the Club, they were all pretty close. In this type of environment it was important to get to know everyone you worked with. Everyone had each others backs. Of course, some got along better with others. Not many others took the job as competition more than anything else.

Sasha and Connie were the closest of his friends here; they always had an eye out for each other. Marco looked after everyone, and everyone looked out for Marco too. Annie was stoic, and usually alone, but she had the respect of all the employees. Christa was a sweetie, and was treated with kindness and purity. Jean lusted over Eren's position. Eren would have to guess it was around the time he had first started for when they began not to get along. He remembers being told that Jean thought of him a show off, just a boy with big words. Eren resented that. They started off on the wrong foot, and before long they were rivals, fighting for the higher positions. Eren didn't care about positions, but he did care about Jean beating him. He was popular with the men, just as Eren. Only, he was popular with the men because he had a hard time talking to women. Although, no one tried to tease him on it, everyone knew how nervous he got around women. It was a joke that was spread around fast.

Eren rolled his eyes; just thinking about Jean pissed him off. He started to fix his makeup, redo his hair, and get his server outfit on. Today, the outfit consisted of a soft black fleece jacket with long sleeves. It clung to his biceps, showing off every ripple of muscle. The zipper in the front was pulled down, showing off his chest. To demean him even more, it was required of him to wear a skirt today. The abuse would be twice as bad. The skirt was pure white with ruffles and hardly long enough to cover his knees. He felt exposed.

Pulling it over his legs, he noticed it swished against his legs. The tan of his legs made it look a little better than if he had been pale, but it was just as embarrassing. The height of his golden strap wrap around wedges made his legs seem even longer than they really are.

Jutting a hip out, he pouted into the mirror, biting his lip, hoping he didn't look as big of a whore as he did in the mirror. But, unfortunately, he did.

Getting to the main floor for his next shift was excruciating for him. He wasn't excited for another day of work. It would just include him pushing off unwanted advances and hoping the night would end in only a couple of minutes instead of a couple of hours.

Making his way to the main floor, he looked around the room, taking in the music, and the different hosts at each table. Sasha was sitting across from Connie, chatting up some attractive young girls who looked like they'd had too many margaritas for the night. Sasha looked like she was stuffing crackers into her mouth at an amazing speed, making the girls laugh.

By the window was Jean, fake laughing along to the joke the men around him had just told. Eren hoped he was suffering.

Eren started to scout out a table, or wait till he was called upon. He noticed Christa at her usual table where she was frequently requested by this older woman by the name of Ymir. She constantly requested Christa to sit with her, and Christa didn't mind at all.

"Boy!" A voice shouted in his direction. Following the voice, he noticed a group of men and women who were beckoning him forward. They all looked like college kids who were here to have a good time. It couldn't be that bad, or so, he hoped.

Trying not to trip in his high wedges he made his way to them, plastering a grin on his face. "Hey there. Do you mind if I sit with you guys?" He spoke delicately.

"Go ahead, man." One of the younger men moved away so he had a spot to take. He sat down into the plump cushions, feeling the cool couch against the back of his legs.

The two women on the end were giggling looking at one another and whispering in low voices. Some of the college boys next to the woman and a few people away from Eren looked a bit uncomfortable, coughing into their hands and averting their eyes. It was a look Eren was too familiar with.

"So, did you enjoy the show we put on tonight?" Eren took a point to ignore the one's making it awkward. He had better things to do than waste his time. There were too many instances where people came for the girl's, not the boys. And, they made it damn clear they didn't anything to do with the male dancers. It was something that the male employee's had become accustomed with, taught to pay attention to the willing customer instead of the rude.

"I sure did, I especially enjoyed watching you." The boy next to him whispered in his ear. He looked like he was about to say something more when he was rudely interrupted by his friend on the side. "Dude, that's like so gay." He spoke with a snide voice, looking away as if disgusted by the mere thought.

"I'm not gay!" The man who was just sweet talking Eren told him. Eren raised his eyebrows, taking in what was about to unfold.

"Could have fooled me!" The friend rose out of his seat. "Man, I can't do this anymore. Sitting through that show was disgusting."

Eren was actually offended by that comment. He worked hard to get to where he was now. He worked out daily, he stopped eating for days at a time, and he even allowed himself to be demeaned until he wanted to fall to the ground and hide his face. He wasn't about to sit here and take this. Blame it on his lack of sleep but his head couldn't take this any longer. "You're pretty disgusting yourself." Eren mumbled, silently hoping he hadn't heard him, but he did.

He turned toward Eren, rage spreading across his face. "What did you say to me you homo!?" He sputtered, spitting across. The women edged back and the other men were feeling uncomfortable.

"Nothing, I said nothing." Eren bit his tongue in frustration, trying to keep his temper in check.

"I don't remember you saying nothing."

"Sam, calm the fuck down, dude." A man on the side pulled at his friend 'Sam's' sleeves. Sam only shook him off, just getting started.

"Don't tell me you're on his side. He's a fucking homo. Do you know where that gay ass of his has been?" The women chuckled. Eren couldn't help but just glare at the two bimbo's. His eyes were becoming slits and Eren was losing control of his calm demeanor from before.

"How about you stop dissing homo's?" Eren's hands clenched at his sides. Eren stood up now and came around the table so he was out of the grasp of the other men. He turned toward him, facing Sam. The man was taller than him here, but Eren stayed strong. His eyes were strong, keeping his hard glare. Sam's hands were flailing as he continued to insult Eren.

"Then, how about you stop whoring around with a fucking skirt on. It's fucking disgusting. I bet you don't even have a dick. That's probably how you can even fit into the damn skirt. And why the fuck are you wearing heels you girly toed bitch." The words spit out of Sam's mouth and Eren was trying to hold his body to the ground to stop himself from planting a 'girly' toed heel into his eye socket.

"Bro, chill. People are looking." Another guy put up his hands in an effort to calm him. But the effort was half-assed. Eren knew they didn't really care what happened or how offensive their friend was being. It was people like them, the ones that let things carry on, that Eren hated more than the actual offender.

They were right, though. People at surrounding tables were tuning into what was happening, grabbing at their attention. He noticed Sasha finally noticing what was happening, and she was poking Connie's shoulder, grabbing his attention.

"I don't care. Man, fuck you." Sam turned toward Eren, pointing at him as he insulted him.

"Are you asking to fuck me?" Eren let the comment slip off his tongue. It took Sam a moment to understand before he took back a fist, and punched Eren across the face.

Eren hadn't even seen it coming; he had felt the pain spread across his cheek first. It had felt like a tap for a few seconds, but before long, the feeling of bruised bone was taking place on his face, causing him to yelp. He was knocked off balance, slipped on his heel and fell backward smacking the back of his head against the floor before he could catch himself. His body hit the floor with a thud, his right arm had taken down a plate of food with him, causing the plate to smash to the ground beside him. He could hardly hear the sound, as his ear's were ringing. Most of his focus was on his face as he took his hands to the forming area.

A scream irrupted, probably one of the women, and another male yell came out of nowhere.

Eren opened his eye slightly, not enjoying the way it stung. He tried to get his bearings but he couldn't see where he was, his eyes were cloudy and the Club was already pretty dim. An arm wrapped around his waist, sliding him across the floor and into a sitting position. It took him a moment for the ringing to stop in his ears before he could hear what that person was saying to him.

"Eren!" It was Christa's voice, he knew that. Closing his eyes for a moment helped and he could finally see somewhat around him again, but he was guessing his right eye was already beginning to swell. His vision was cloudy, his body sore, and his face burned with an untouchable fire.

"Christa?" He called out; taking what was in place in front of him. From his position on the ground he could see Annie crouching on the table, grabbing the man from the front of his shirt, and punching him like there was a timer in her head. Every smack of skin and bone left a crunching noise that could only be heard by surrounding people.

One particular punch left blood spraying from Sam's mouth and into one of the bleach blonde girl's hair, earning a particular girly scream from her. The bodyguards stood a little off, knowing to give Annie her space. They knew that was best.

When Annie felt like she should stop, she let the man's collar down, her knuckles bruised and bloody but she didn't look like she cared. She stayed as calm as ever as she jumped off the table.

"Damn b-bitch." Sam barely rasped out. Annie ignored the comment as she took her place back at the bar, giving a wave for the bodyguards to take care of the rest. His lip was swelling, cut in the left corner. Blood was falling to the floor from his mouth where she probably knocked out a few well deserved teeth. His nose looked broken; it was shifted to the left, looking unnatural. He didn't look like he'd be getting any girls for a while; his whole face looked pretty swollen.

The body guards took him out with ease, his friends following, embarrassment relevant all their faces. Eren knew they'd probably be taking to the Boss. Usually when things like this happened, what followed was banning from the Club and an agreement would take place. The Boss made deals with the creeps. This particular deal will probably be something about if Sam keeps his mouth silent, the Club will refrain from telling the police about his sexual harassment to the employees. That would surely get around town fast, and if Sam knew what was best for him, he'd refrain from telling anyone.

Finding control of his body again, Eren pushed off the ground with the help of Christa to get back up on his feet. He slipped a bit at first, but found his balance. He felt Connie's hand on his back, helping out.

"I'll get him cleaned up!" Connie volunteered, taking Eren away from all the unwanted eyes who had watched what had unfolded. The sad part was this wasn't the first time something like this has happened. Usually it was just sexually harassment but Eren saw the worst of people in this line of work. An even worse part was this isn't the first time Eren has gotten punched.

Connie led him into Eren's dressing room. He directed for Eren to sit on the couch and Eren did as he was told. Connie went over to the sink on the bureau next to the couch. It was usually there to take off make up, so there were washrags and make up wipes underneath the counter. Wetting a washrag, he took it over to where Eren sat. Connie sat on the table across from the Eren, kicking his legs out.

Pressing the washrag next to Eren's eye, Eren flinched away from it, but he pressed back into it knowing full well that Connie was just helping him.

Connie shook his head, clicking his tongue disgruntled by the eye that was now swelling. There was some blood coming out of the corner of his right eye where a knuckle must have nicked it. The only good news was that his nose and cheek bone was still intact.

"Bad, isn't it?" Eren let out a weak laugh. Connie gave him a small smile, a hand rubbing against his shaven head as he tried to think how to put it.

"Yeah, he got you good." Eren nodded, but then his eyes grew wide.

"Shit, my first day of work is in a couple of days." He hissed again, the wet cloth now against his swollen cheek.

"It's going to look its worse in a day or two." Connie muttered, causing Eren to shake his head in disbelief.

"Great. Just great." The two stayed silent for a minute. There was nothing to say, they were used to these situations. Connie has gotten into a few rounds after a couple years here. Eren usually let the sexual harassment go but when he first started here, he wasn't used to it. He knew it would happen, but not as bad as it turned out to be. He attacked the guy who had decided to sneak his hand down his pants. He was put on break and that was hard, since he had leave without pay. He also had to apologize to the man, which was embarrassing.

Multiple times after he had gotten into spats with men and women who thought of him disgusting. It became normal. Of course, Mikasa is going to be furious that someone put their hands on Eren again. But then again, he could calm her down. His newest boss is going to think of him as of a misfit. He was lucky enough to not be recognized by the rest of the staff. Especially, not being recognized by Levi.

Of course, he wasn't sure if it would stay that way.

Hello, lovelies, I am back with a new chapter. This chapter was mostly to give you guys a feel with what the Club members have to deal with on a daily basis. You also get to see how they look out for one another like a family, since they all have to deal with the harassment.

Oh, and Sam (anti-gay/tranny man above) is an actual character. I don't know if any of you will remember him, because I didn't until I looked the snk wiki. But that's one thing I love, I will never run out of characters.

Eren got the job! Of course, I mean, I don't know where this story would go if he didn't. But now, he works under the harsh Levi so it's about to get interesting.

All you reviewers inspire me to continue so you should continue to Review!