Well I received one review, but that's enough for me! Thank you moonprincess998, I'm putting this chapter out for you. This story is complete, I'm just proofreading it and dividing it into chapters. As soon as I get more feed back I will post the next chapter. If there are any issues/concerns let me know. I would like to have them fixed before I post. Well, enough chit chat!

I don't know if I am suppose to do this, especially in a fan-fiction that really just uses the same names and the same character traits but just in case, I do not own anything Sailor Moon related. I forgot to put this on the previous chapter but this applies to it as well. Happy reading!

The Customer is Always Right

CH. 2

Into the fray...

"Name?" The very large man in black asked him.

"Darien Shields."

Like magic, the man almost instantly moved out of his way. The club was deafening. Why the music had to be this loud, he wasn't sure. Darien was sure that if he avoided the V.I.P. room he could go unnoticed by Deemond. He walked over to the over crowded bar and found he had to flash money to get served. When he finally got his beer, he turned his attention to the dance floor. It was teeming with bodies mangling together as if they were trying to defy physics and push together. A few people looked like they were having sex right on the dance floor. Someone pushed against him, trying to get to the bar. He looked to his right...but saw no one. Then he looked down to see a petite blonde with the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen looking up to him. She seemed to be saying sorry but he could barely hear her. He turned away indifferently but kept an eye on her out of the corner of his eye. Watching her, he learned you need money or nice breast to get a drink. This girl certainly had a nice pair on her. He didn't even realize he was staring a her till she turned to leave. With three beers in her hand, she gave him a nod as she blushed and turned away. He couldn't help but watch her form as she made her way back to her booth.

Serena had been to a few clubs but it had been a LONG time. She had forgotten how loud and crowded they could be. It seemed as though Deemond was busy or hadn't found her yet as her ass was still safe. Well until some guy decided to slap hers and Mina's. Mina LOVED it, but Serena was annoyed and Amy just laughed. Yep, definitely worth it. Mina wanted to dance but both her and Amy needed a little more liquid courage before that so Serena made her way to the bar first. Someone pushed into her and sent her flying into some man at the bar. She couldn't help but notice his hard body as she bumped against him. Some one works out! He looked at her with a fire in his deep blue eyes. He was gorgeous, way out of her league. She tried to tell him sorry but she couldn't even hear herself and she seriously doubted that he heard her with the quick and annoyed fleeting look he gave her. Off to a good start already Serena! It hadn't been so long that she forgot how to get a beer in a club so she leaned over the bar and poof like magic there where her drinks. She felt eyes on her and turned to see dark blue eyes on her again. Clearly she was pissing this guy off or something. Never being one to be intimidated, she gave him a nod of acknowledgment, stuck up her chin, and swiftly made her escape. It took more alcohol than she would have rather drank before she had the guts to dance. Mina slipped through the crowd with her and Amy in tow and she began to sway to the music. When she found a space that was a little open she turned and took Amy's hands to dance with her. Amy actually looked like she was having a good time. Serena stood there, watching them and letting the music wash over her. She loved music, it calmed her. Letting herself go and the alcohol to take over, her body began to unconsciously move to the music. Not noticing all the eyes that made their way to her lithe form.

What was he doing? He was suppose to be working, not watching girls no matter how beautiful they were. But he couldn't take his eyes off the small blonde as she moved on the dance floor. Her long, blonde hair fell in waves down her back like melted gold. He watched as she lifted her hair off her to reveal her small back and shapely figure. Usually, women came to him, telling him that they wanted him, but it was the first time in his life that he wanted someone like this. This girl, who took one look at him and wanted nothing else to do with him. He had long ago given up working. Besides this place was pretty cut and dry. It wasn't any different than the other clubs he had seen in his youth. What was he doing here any ways, he was too old for this. Hell, he was almost thirty! He looked back at the blonde again feeding his desire. At least this was a lot better than his original plans. Then he saw Deemond. Crap, the last thing I need is his distraction. But he didn't look at him, he looked at his blonde. Darien watched as he walked over to the girl, put his hands on her waist, and began to dance.

Someone pressed against her back. She could feel his "eagerness" grinding into her back. Oh gross! She was upset to see Deemond dancing against her. I hope you are enjoying this Mina! She looked towards her friend who was too busy dancing with some guy to even notice her distress.

"Hello beautiful. Couldn't stay away I see." he whispered into her ear as much as he could whisper in this noise.

"I guess not." She said with as much sarcasm as she could while yelling.

"Would you like to see the V.I.P. room?"

"I don't want to leave my friends..."

"Oh they will be fine. Come on."

He proceeded to drag her off the dance floor. She didn't want to go to the V.I.P. room, at least not with him. This was worse than just some groping. She imagined herself alone in a room with him, him not taking no for an answer, and no one hearing her over all this music. She looked desperately for her friends but they had disappeared in the crowd. She tried to wiggle out of his grip and hopefully get lost in the crowd, but the man had clearly done this before. Way before she was ready, a man was letting them pass by and she was alone with Deemond.

Did no one but him see Deemond take this girl off the dance floor? He was clearly dragging her! He followed as closely as he could and watched as they vanished into the V.I.P. rooms. No one else seemed to notice or care. Why did he care? It's not like he knew this girl. But the thought of Deemond running his hands over her body made him feel sick. Next thing he knew, he was in the V.I.P. area, looking for Deemond.

"Look, Deemond. I really appreciate you having us here but I should really get back to my friends."

"Don't be shy beautiful. At least have a glass of champagne with me."

It wasn't a question. It was a demand. The V.I.P. rooms were much quieter than the rest of the club so Serena could tell by his slurred words, he already had too much champagne. She quietly sipped from her glass and he watched her. It was really creeping her out. She had to get out of here. She put her glass down and stood up, but Deemond got up and blocked her exit.

"Deemond."

"It's Travis."

"Please...please get out of my way."

"Oh I love it when you beg."

He closed the distance between them and snaked an arm around her waist. She struggled against his hold but it was iron tight.

"That's right, struggle. I love it!"

Was he too drunk to take the hint? He breath was enough to make her drunk. She began to pound her fist on his chest.

"Let me go! Someone help me!" She screamed, but just as she feared, it seemed no one could hear her.

It is so much quieter back here. No wonder Deemond wanted him to come back here. He didn't hear anything that sounded like a struggle. Maybe he had been wrong, maybe the girl did want to go with him. He heard as he turned to leave. It was clear as day. It was someone calling out for help.

Deemond threw her onto the couch. It was then that she really cursed herself for not wearing underwear. She tried to get get up but he straddled her, grabbed her wrist, and held them over her head. Then he kissed her, trying to get his tongue in her mouth, but her wall of teeth wouldn't let him. He freed one hand by holding both her wrists in one, allowing his free hand to wander over her body. Painfully squeezing her breast and then lowering his hand to the fabric at the end of her skirt. The night was turning out a lot worse than she ever imagined. There was nothing she could do to stop him and no one else to help her. The thought made her cry. When the door to the room he had stashed her in opened, the man she had bumped earlier was standing in the door way. For a second she feared he was just a friend of Deemond, but the look on his face told otherwise. The man stalked over and punched Deemond square in the jaw. He went slack against her. She shrieked and wiggled his weight off of her. Her savior gently grabbed her arm and helped her. Then pushed her towards the door. She waited as he leaned over Deemond's limp body and whispered in his ear. She watched as Deemond's eyes went from shock then anger looking right at her.

He quickly found the room they were in. His heart melted at the sight of her, the poor little lost angel and Deemond was on top of her. The tears in her eyes enraged him and took over as he punched Deemond right in his cocky face. He wanted to kill him. Kill him for touching her, for hurting her, for being a dick in general. But the terror on her face stopped him. Opted for just getting her out of there. Her pushed her out the door, but before he left he made he had made himself clear.

"Is this what you want more money for? Molesting innocent women? You can FORGET us ever investing in you and your disgusting business!"

He was surprised to see the girl was waiting for him. He shut the door behind him and hoped Deemond wasn't dumb enough to follow him Tears still followed down her cheeks and her face was red and puffy. She looked so adorable. He couldn't help but brush her tears away. She jerked a little at first, understandably, but then leaned into his embrace.

"Are you okay?"

"I am now. I didn't think anyone was going to help me. How did you know?"

"I was watching you on the dance floor. I saw him drag you away."

"Others saw, but no one did anything."

Her tears began to pick up again. He pulled her into his arms and stoked her tiny back. What was he doing? He didn't even know this girl. It wasn't because she was crying, he had seen plenty of women cry before and he feel like this. Course those women were crying because of him. He just couldn't seem to sop himself. Maybe he drank more than he thought.

His arms were warm. She didn't even know this guy, but he did just save her from a fate worse than death. Plus she had drank a bit too much so her emotions at this moment were all over the place. She decided either or both were a good enough excuse for your current actions. She pulled away in horror when she realized she was soaking his shirt.

"Oh. I'm so sorry. Here you are saving me, and how do I repay you? I ruin your shirt!"

"It's okay, it's an old shirt." he said laughing.

She looked up to see he was picking on her so she smiled. He grabbed her chin gently.

"That's better."

For the first time she really took in his appearance. His ebony hair fell gently into his dark blue eyes. Long dark lashes swept across his eye lids. He had strong cheek bones and chin as Mina would put it. He was just so...beautiful. Maybe it was the stress of the moment. Or the drinking. Or maybe it was just the sweetness of the beautiful man in front of her. She wasn't too sure she cared either way why she did it but she slowly leaned up and kissed this man. Her savior. And to her pleasure, he kissed her right back.

He was kissing her. This was not what he expected at all but here she was kissing her. She tasted sweet and he gave into the moment. He wrapped his arms around her again and pulled her deeper into the kiss. Electricity travel up and down his spine in pleasurable waves. He licked her lower lip and she granted him entry. Her tongue played against his. He was fearful that this fantasy, this dream he had stumbled into would soon end and he would wake up alone in his bed. She nibbled his lower lip and sent waves of pleasure through his body. His hands, at the fabric of her dress, clenched and unclenched as he tried to retain control to not throw her down and take her in this hallway. Was she doing this on purpose? Driving him insane? As if to answer him, she pulled away, leaving him wanting. Her eyes hazy with desire suddenly cleared with realization and she tired to pull away.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

He held her tight and pulled her back into his embrace making her face him.

"It's okay."

I guess all she needed was his permission because she grabbed his mouth with hers again.

What was she doing? She was attacking this man. Right after he had just saved her from the same thing. He didn't seem to mind too much but men are different than women. Just cause there bodies say yes doesn't mean that they actually want to. She found the strength to pull away somehow.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

He held her to him, pulling her back into his arms. Arms that were so warm and strong and...mmmm.

"It's okay."

His voice was so deep and husky with desire. That was enough for her. Which was good cause she didn't know if she could keep away from him any longer. There was something she was forgetting. It kept pressing in the back of her mind. As warm butterflies filled her body and pooled at the bottom of her belly, she shook the feelings altogether and focused. Her legs where shaking as this man began filling her again with desire. Her mouth scorched from the touch of his lips and the heat continued down as he lay a trail of kisses across her chin then down her neck. She let out a groan that seemed to only fire him more as he turned them both and pressed her against the wall. With one hand gripping his collar and the other tangled in his hair, she held on and enjoyed the ride. His hands tickled down her sides, only grazing her breast and her hips and then back up again to cup her face returning his mouth to hers. What would Mina or Amy think of her kissing a man that didn't even know her name or her his? Wait. Mina and Amy. They were still on the dance floor. How long had she been here? They were probably looking for her by now. She gently pushed him off, breaking the kiss. Both of them were panting. She stared into his darkened eyes, and tried again to remember what it was she was suppose to do. As his lips began to lower to hers again, she put one finger up to hi mouth to stop him and smiled.

"I should go find my friends. They are probably looking for me."

Her knees weak she wobbled her way out to the rest of the club. Mina and Amy must have been looking for her, cause when they found her they seemed freaked. She wanted to go back to her savior but they were so set on leaving and not loosing her again that they pulled her with them to the cool night air.

In the haze of moment, he stupidly watched her leave. Then realized he didn't know her number, her name, anything that could help him find her again. He ran after her seeing her mix in with the crowd. He searched and searched, but he was too late. She was gone.

Sorry this is short, it just made a logical stopping point.