(RANT: I'm too nice…not even meeting my quota, and yet I just can't help but get too excited and post something new as soon as I'm done with it. ./ Tobi Frowning Face. Anyway, the rating went up due to this chapter…I had planned to keep this clean with only vague references to sex, because I don't like stories that revolve around sex and I just figure everyone's got the same mind set as me, even though this has never been true…anyway I thought maybe I needed that little scene for her character development. If you think I should take it out let me know, 'cause I'm not too happy with it. Ah god, I still can't believe I wrote what I did…) THIS HAS BEEN RE-WORDED! -2/10/09-
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine, nor is the Don McLean and Def Leppard song reference, and the same goes for Alice in Wonderland, which we all KNOW is about a little girl experimenting with acid (no, don't you deny the evidence!). Okay, I don't think I forgot anything.
Chapter Six
Bright city lights passed by Anko in a blur as the taxi sped toward its destination. She sat in silence, not acknowledging the driver or the horrid public access talk show going on about the recent crime waves and idly picked the peeling leather. She attempted to organize her shifting emotions, until settling on fear. Her heart began to hammer when the cab hung a right and pulled up to the curb, coming to a hard stop. A bright neon sign spelled out the name of a well-known popular gentlemen's club, Toad Fire.
The cabbie leaned over the seat and eyed her hungrily. "I could wave the fee for a small favor." He grinned exposing a mouth full of sores.
She narrowed her eyes, this was the main reason she hated taking cabs to and from work. "How about," she batted full lashes at the balding man, "you pull around the back and wait for me to get ready?"
The man smirked and nodded eagerly as he shifted the car into drive. "Oh, yea, I'm getting' some tanight!" the cabbie cried happily as she stepped out, showing more leg than necessary.
Anko grinned to herself watching the yellow cab disappear. "Heheh, works every time." She reached into her purse retrieving her cell phone, and dialed the number to the local police department. "Hello? Yes I'd like to report prostitution in the 500th area of East Date Ave. Yea, I just saw a yellow cab park in the ally with a girl, no, no she's not that type of fare I assure you." She paused and pretended to listen to the other voice. "Alright, sounds good." She snapped the phone shut and dropped it into her purse.
Inhaling deeply she started toward the club, nervous anticipation building with the click of her heels and her brain screamed to stop, flag down a taxi and ride it far into the country, never come back and start a new life all together. The door jingled as a man and woman exited the club, both gushing and leaning onto each other to walk without falling down. She slipped in through the opening and tried to make her way unnoticed to the changing room.
"Hey, hey!" a deep baritone voice boomed above the fast paced music, "How's my second favorite girl?"
Anko stopped and and rolled her eyes before turning toward the source of that loudness. She grinned at the white haired bartender, noticing his blonde wife behind the bar helping him deal with the flow of customers. "Hey Jiraiya! Hello Tsunade, volunteering again?" Taking a detour over to the bar, she squeezed in between patrons and leaned on the sticky surface.
"What? Volunteering? Hell no, she just wants to be closer to her stud!" Jiraiya exclaimed wrapping an arm around her waist as he dipped his eyes over her impressive bust.
"Hmm, real stud," Tsunade murmured just barely audible over Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar on Me. "Now start fillin' some glasses." She handed out a mixed drink and two beers to some nameless customers. "What time you going on? I thought you were off tonight…" Male cheering roared in the background as a girl spun around on a pole, tossing the last of her clothes to the wooden platform.
Anko shrugged, appearing to be unperturbed by the situation. "Yea, I was supposed to be off, but Orochimaru called me in."
The older man's brows furred together. "He's not working you hard, is he? I can tell him to lay off. As far as I'm concerned you shouldn't have to pay off your father's debt."
"Tell me about it. I'll never know why you work with such a man," she replied, thankful to have at least one person on her side. She checked her wristwatch and smiled a goodbye. "I gotta go get ready. I'm on in ten."
"Alright see you up there sexy momma!" Jiraiya called out. "Yeah! BAM!"
Anko left the bar scene and trudged down a narrow hallway adjacent a large, clover-like main stage with stainless steel poles positioned in the middle of the "leaves". Lining the orange walls were rooms for the more…private shows, complete with yet more poles, a bed and shower stall. A large dressing room loomed at the end of the dimly lit hallway, and, with the insertion of a security key, she was greeted to the sight of several girls skirting around. Unlike the rest of the club, bright florescent lights beamed from the unfinished ceiling ducts and vibrantly illuminated various stage girls.
She coolly made her way through the glittered, naked bodies occupying the space, greeting a few with smart comments and fake laughs while still managing to ignored them; after all, they only knew each other by stage names, no need for more than the formal BS to keep things civil.
"Hey Red," Anko said as she sat next to a blonde well known for dying her pubes fire hydrant red and opened a drawer, pulling out a black thong with a matching fishnet bra.
"Hey there Viperess, I thoughts you was off?" the girl replied as she tousled her hair and doused it in hairspray. "Can't stay away from Mr. Snaky's snake, huh girlie?" She smacked her gum at the end of the statement and added some black lipstick.
"Please," Viperess replied as began to undress. She reached for the stage bra and stopped, noticing a shifting figure in the mirror's reflection.
"Hello darling, how are you this evening?" an unhealthily pale man with haunting gold eyes and long black hair inquired.
"Fine."
He chuckled and ran a hand down her neck. "What are you doing? I thought Kabuto told you." He bent to her level and whispered in her ear. "You'll be working the back tonight." His wolfish grin grew at the shudder that raced through her body and he couldn't help but run his long tongue over her pulse. "And this time, I'll be keeping a close watch on you. Heheh, you still owe me another seventy grand, so don't think about pulling another one of your famous disappearance acts."
She tried to respond but found no words and watched Orochimaru move on to a new girl. Red's mouth fell open and she turned to Viperess excitedly, instantly spewing misled facts about their boss. Her eyes fell to the fishnet bra a top the dresser, blocking out the annoying chatter and she took a deep breath to steady a racing heart. She was no longer Anko, she was Viperess now, the venomous bite of the night.
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The compressor of a refrigerator kicked on, settling in sync with the hum of the air conditioner. Sirens wailed through the streets below, racing off to an unknown and faded into early morning gloom. Shadows danced along monotone walls, transforming everyday household objects into creatures from of our deepest terrors.
Iruka sat in the arms of darkness as television rays flickered over deep frown lines, another nightmare fresh in his mind, and keeping him away from sleep. He absently changed the channel, surfing from infomercial to infomercial; a monster movie from the '30s caught his attention for a brief second before he lost interest. He groaned in aggravation and silenced the television, to be instantly engulfed in inky blackness. Only the lights of neighboring buildings offered light to the darkness, to his darkness; the darkness that constantly plagued his conscience and took the form of horrifying nightmare, cursed to forever relive those endless days from his childhood.
He ran a finger across the bridge of his nose, feeling the uneven skin and wincing at the contact. Iruka pulled his digit back as if burned and buried his head in his hands, biting back a sob as the hardened face of father flashed through his mind's eye. His heartbeat increased and the air took on the weight of lead as he gasped like a fish out of water. Tears burned his eyes, fighting to free themselves. He balled his fists and pushed them against his eyes, as if to physically hold back his pain. After the wave passed, he took several deep breaths and pushed his emotions into the recesses of his mind. He stood and walked to the sliding glass doors, opening them to the humid breeze of summer as he stepped onto the balcony.
The concrete jungle's beat stilled with the waning hours of morning. Iruka sighed and leaned onto the rough, craning his neck skayward trying to find a star to no avail. He glanced over to his neighbor's balcony, hoping to see her perched on the edge, legs swinging carelessly above the city streets. They could keep each other company, he could cook a late night--or early morning--snack for her and she could chase away his recent nightmare with her brash nature; yet, to his great disappointment, it seemed he would share the evening with a dead potted plant.
*EXTREME CRUDE, LEWD WARNING!!!!! DON'T READ THIS SECTION IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT!!!!*
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A muffled scream filled one of the many tacky private showrooms of the Toad Fire club as Viperess snapped a leather whip over the bare hide of a customer. The costumer's hands were cuffed behind his back and aside from a gag-ball, he was completely naked. Long brown hair framed his handsome face and as the next lash came he yelped, wishing for his usually ever present toothpick. He buried his head into the red sheets and resisted his body's demand for release.
"I'm getting bored of this pig. How about, we move on to something a little more fun? Huh? You like having fun, right?" Viperess hissed as she returned the whip to, hanging it on a hook with the rest of the toys. This room in particular was used mostly for bondage and very little--if any--intercourse occurred in here.
Smoky eyes flashed over various assortments of out-of-the-ordinary sexual devices; standard whips, spiked paddles, clamps, electric cattle prods…the works. Viperess' lips contorted into a sinister grin as she made her choice. The customer glanced over his shoulder, drool seeping around the gag and cheeks deeply flushed with arousal, it wasn't everyday he got a knockout to tease him; however the initial excitement fade and his eyes grew wide when his over-stimulated brain processed the information. He rose to stand, but she drove the heavy platform of her boot into his kidneys and sent him back on the bed. The bed shook with the impact of his upper body and inky spots flickered through his vision.
"Get down you filthy maggot!" She chuckled darkly, slipping long legs through black harness straps, and pulling the crude sex toy to her waist. "You're gonna like this you slut," she spat with pent-up anger from the night before.
Her vict--err, customer struggled against his cuffs and wiggled on the bed, trying to get away, big panicked eyes flashed over his shoulders. Without wasting another second, she forcefully pushed the dildo into his opening, fighting much resistance until all eight inches of hard rubber disappeared inside him. Her twisted grin increased in size and in a single fluid motion, she wrapped her arm around his throat forcing him into a choke hold while beginning a fast thrust.
White foam bubbled and flew from the corners of the man's mouth as he screamed and thrashed, desperately trying to loosen her chokehold. His world dipped into black before exploding into full color as his body betrayed him, releasing into tangled bed sheets. He gasped for air when the assault did not stop and found tears prickle his eyes, this was definitely not what he had expected when he saw the sign and even more so when he was assured a dominating night. He was going to the manager as soon as that god damn clock rang!
Through the violent thrusting and trapped somewhere deep inside the façade of the ever sadistic Viperess, Anko body shuddered at the very realization of this-this atrocity. Her muscles contracted, tightening on the man's larynx and at that very moment, murder seemed like a good way out of this huge mess. Not to mention she recognized him from the night before, Genma was the bastard's name…she would know on the count he had her scream for him.
"Who's screaming now?" she panted, sweaty and slightly out of breath with the amount of effort she exerted. "Scream my name asshole, come on scream my fucking name! Say Anko, come on you slut, SAY IT! SAY ANKO!" A mumbled cry reached her ears, only serving to add fuel to her fire. "You make me sick!" And through her own madness, her eyes burned and when she blinked, something wet and foreign rolled down her cheek.
An obnoxiously loud buzzer rang loudly inside the room; time was up, it was over…thankfully, any longer and she very well may have killed the man. Calmly, she released her grip and pulled the dildo from him, earning a relieved sigh from the costumer. Viperess shuddered at the contents of the aforementioned sex toy and abandoned it on the floor for the next person to clean…there was no way in hell she was cleaning that thing. She strolled to the buzzer and silenced it with, yet another special key. On the bed the violated man tossed her anxious glances and motioned for her to un-cuff him. Ignoring his pathetic pleading, Viperess grasped the door handle, sending a small glimpse toward the bound man.
"Fuck you," she rasped and exited the room, being sure to lock the door behind her.
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*END CRUDE, LEWD SECTION*
Once inside the changing room she quickly discarded her leather corset, platform heels and fishnets in a ball near the designated laundry site. Eyeing the clock nervously, she slipped a mesh shirt on and fumbled with a skirt. She grabbed her tan trench coat and quietly slipped out the back door and sprinted down the alleyway barefoot. No time to bother with her shoes, not to mention it's damn near impossible to run in stilettos.
She traveled over warm, uneven asphalt with Orochimaru's voice ringing in the back of her mind, "Don't try anything funny my dear Anko, I have some gentlemen lined up for you."
Her arms flew at her sides as she ran harder, choking on air as it burned its way down her lungs. "Don't disappoint me, and if I have to send Kabuto after you again…"
Pulling a sharp right, she broke off the alley and turned onto a main sidewalk, not slowing down the slightest as she passed empty office buildings and closed shops. Something sharp sliced through her heel, throwing off her balance and only the gracefulness learned from dancing kept her from falling. "I'll have him teach you a lesson you won't soon forget."
A taxi passed by and loudly stalled out, the engine turned twice before finally sputtering to life. Anko frantically waved her arms and started shouting, as the car's engine revved and started slowly driving off. Her shoulders dropped as the last of her strength faded and she slowed to a limping walk. Two loud honks brought her back and she rose her head to see the taxi's hazards flashing and a hand waving for her.
She bolted to the safety of the cab, jerking the door open and dropping into the backseat. "Fifty-first and second," she huffed, ducking low in the seat. "And hurry too." Anko winced at the pain spreading from her side to the rest of her body.
The grandfatherly cab driver spared her a worried look as the car lurched forward. "You okay sweetie?" His grey eyebrows furred at her through the rearview mirror before he rummaged around in the front seat, and produced a white medical kit. "Here," he handed it to her. "Your foot's bleeding all over the floor."
She accepted the kit and retrieved some gauze. Holding it to her foot she offered an excuse, "Late for a very important date," she quoted the White Rabbit from that acid trip of a movie…man, she loved that movie.
"Uh-huh, you ain't running from anything I should know about, are you?" The left front wheel ground against the fender as the yellow taxi turned.
She handed the first aid kit back to the man. "What? No, no." She swallowed hard and tried to settle her racing heart. Where am I going to go? she wondered. I can't even lock myself in my apartment and pretend I'm not there…fuck, what am I going to do?
Her eyes rolled to watch the empty streets pass by and as they got closer to their destination her heart pounded faster than during her sprint. Oldies music floated from the speaker, and she forced herself to focus on the AM static and absently began to hum along to the tune of American Pie.
"--you're okay?"
Anko jumped, not realizing she had spaced out or that she had been humming a rather dry song. "What?"
"I said, are you sure you're okay? You look terrified sweetie." The cabbie's grey eyes locked onto hers.
Her eyes grew two sizes as her apartment building came into focus. "Yea, just peachy." She exhaled heavily as the cab squeaked to a stop. "How much?" she asked, with eyes still trained on the building as her mind conjured up a thousand different places to hide.
"No charge sweetie."
That snapped her from her daze. "What? Are you sure?" The old man nodded with a smile. "Cool," she replied, greatly confused. She pushed door open with a rusty whine and stepped onto the sidewalk, trying to figure out what she was going to do about her predicament.
"Wait," the cabbie called. Once he had her attention he continued. "If I were you, I'd be sure to not be alone. This night has a bad air about it."
Yeah, this old man had to be strung out on heart medication. "Oh really? You don't say?" she asked with a sarcastic grin, tossing the bloodied cotton gauze.
He nodded and shifted into drive, the transmission clunked and the engine knocked louder. "Just an old man's intuition. Have a g'night."
She gently closed the door and watched the car fade into the distance as an idea came to her, albeit it was not a great idea but it was still worth a short. Anko turned tail and raced to the building, dragging her lame foot behind without much thought. She swore loudly as she fished through deep pockets for the security card, sweat gathered at her brows when she couldn't find it. Relaxing for a moment she remembered it was in her breast pocket and dug damn thing out. After violently swiping it through the reader twice before registering, it and beeped for her code number and she hastily punched in the security code. Shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot, the doors finally buzzed open and she rushed in heading straight for the elevator.
There was no way she was going to repeat last night's adventure!
(A/N: I hope you enjoyed…ah, still can't get over the strap on! If you think it should come out, let me know!!! .) Tobi Smiley Face. Come on, let's make it popular!)