Jaune couldn't believe he was doing this, but here he was.
Never in his life did the young man think that he would be going out to a strip club, but that was exactly what he and his friends were doing right now. As they'd told him, his eighteenth birthday only came once, and he needed to celebrate it with style. He needed to enjoy all the things in life that up until this point he hadn't been able to do. Legally, that is. Somehow he knew that among the gathered group that a few of them had partaken in certain activities when they'd been underage.
What a group they made. Among them only one member of his team had joined them, that being Ren. He seemed reserved, which wasn't unusual for the boy, but he was even more quiet than ever. Was it just his natural introverted nature? Was he maybe feeling guilty about going to a strip club when he had Nora back home? Not that they were official, or had even ever expressed their obvious feelings for one another openly, but still. Did he maybe harbor some sort of reservation toward looking at naked girls who weren't his childhood best friend-turned-sort-of-love-interest?
Speaking of reservations, however...
"I'm probably not gonna do much, since, you know, I have a girlfriend," Neptune said.
A few groans sounded in response to the statement. As he'd said a number of times, yes, he had a girlfriend. Hurray for Neptune. Weiss Schnee was indeed back at Beacon, and Jaune wasn't sure if she had any idea what her new boyfriend was up to tonight. Maybe all she knew was that he was going out for Jaune's birthday party, one that she hadn't been invited to. If that was the case then Jaune wasn't about to spill the beans and potentially cause a rift between the two.
"We get it, dude. You have a girlfriend," Sun, the next member of the party said. "Rub it in, why don't ya?"
The epitome of cool, Sun didn't seem fazed at all by the fact that they were going to see strippers tonight. In fact it had been his idea to celebrate Jaune's birthday there in the first place. It wouldn't have surprised Jaune at all if he'd gone a number of times already back home in Vacuo. In a place as lawless as Vacuo, not to mention how hot it was, a place where you could take off all your clothes was probably more of a necessity than a luxury in the westernmost kingdom of Remnant.
"Aw, what's wrong? Sad that Blake's being even colder than the Ice Queen?" Yang teased. "Don't worry, she'll come around eventually."
The token girl of the group, Yang had expressed interest in coming along more for the food and fun atmosphere than anything else. However, in her own words, she 'could appreciate a nice pair of tits just as much as the next guy'. Part of Jaune was happy that the party wouldn't be a complete sausage fest, and Yang added some nice flavor to the group, not to mention another close friend. The same, however, couldn't be said about the last member of the group...
"Oh man I can't wait to get inside," Cardin Winchester grinned excitedly. "Boobs and beer and wings. This is gonna be awesome."
It amazed Jaune just how much the two of them had made up since Forever Fall. While they may not have been good friends like he was with Ren and Yang, and they weren't even cordial acquaintances like with Sun and Neptune, the two of them were doing better. What better way to continue to mend fences than to invite him out for his birthday? Cardin seemed very excited, very eager, and very appreciative of having the chance to go with them, so why not?
The sextet, which in its own way was fitting, arrived outside of their destination. Bright pink neon lights spelled out the club's name, the Rogue's Gallery. Jaune felt a chill run down his spine as he stared up at it. A part of him wanted to turn around and walk away, saying he would rather have his party at Chuck E. Schnee's like he had as a kid, but his friends had all gone to so much trouble for him tonight. How could he deny them? How could he deny himself too? If he was being brutally honest with himself, despite his nervousness he was more than a little curious to see what this place would be like.
After being checked by some sort of guard or bouncer for their IDs the group was allowed access to the club. Sun grabbed the door and opened it, and with an exaggerated swing of his arm ushered the rest inside. "Lady and gentlemen, the party awaits."
Inside was like a different world. The lights were low, but not so much that he couldn't see in front of him. Most of the lights were focused on the stages which littered the massive room. Several of them lined different sections of the walls, most of them containing poles, and some of them occupied with women who were in the middle of their routines. Even from a distance Jaune could make out the most beautiful sight a young man like him could ever glimpse. Boobs. Big boobs. Medium boobs. Small boobs. Boobs of all shapes and sizes. They were beautiful. They were fantastic. They were boobs.
In the middle of the room, like a central hub which one could go back to in order to refuel and regroup, was a large circular bar. The group made their way toward that first as a place to sit down and plan out how they wanted to attack the night. They could get some food and drinks there too if they so desired, and right now Jaune was feeling just a little bit thirsty. In more ways than one.
"Wouldn't it be amazing if Miss Goodwitch was here?" Sun asked as they found a table large enough for them near the bar.
That was as random of a question as Jaune had ever heard. His brow furrowed as he regarded the faunus boy. "What? Why would she be here?"
"'Cause it's amateur night, dude," he grinned. "Just think. After a long week of dealing with idiots like us she needs to come here and unleash her wild side to get the stress off her chest. Oh man, can you imagine? A naughty teacher routine?"
"Angrily taking off those glasses as she dances..." Neptune added. "Looking at us with scorn and loathing..." He paused, blinking as he drew silent. "I mean not that I would care much, since I have a girlfriend and all..."
"Wow you really do have a type, huh?" Yang asked. "Do you want Weiss to look at you with scorn and loathing while she dances for you?" She laughed, shaking her head as the mental imagery filled all of their minds. "Because I can totally see her doing that too."
Weiss on a stripper pole? Jaune could definitely appreciate that, and not just because he'd once fallen for her. Weiss possessed incredible flexibility, as well as paradoxically long legs for someone as short as her. If there was anyone who could probably perform well on a pole, it was her.
"N-no," Neptune stuttered in denial. "We haven't done anything close to that. I- I would never. Weiss- she's a classy woman!"
The group laughed at his discomfort. It really was just a case of guys being guys, and no malice was directed toward him. Thankfully it was Cardin of all people to get them back on track, and off of Neptune and Weiss' backs.
"I'd like to get something off Miss Goodwitch's chest," Cardin agreed. "I mean, have you seen those tits?"
"Only in my dreams," Sun sighed.
"I gotta admit, those are some pretty amazing tits," Yang agreed. "She's seriously gotta have a heavy duty bra to fight with weapons like those."
Sun nodded. "Seriously. I'd pay attention in class everyday if she showed some more cleavage. It's a crime that a woman that fine is hiding those assets away."
"What, the boob window isn't doing it for ya?"
"Nah, man. What we need is like full shirtless display. I'm not asking for the world here, no need to be totally topless. Maybe just a black lace bra. I could totally see her rocking something like that. And knee-high boots. Maybe stockings and a garter belt..."
"And here we're learning a lot about Sun's fetishes that I don't think any of us wanted to know..." she joked. "What do you want her to do with that riding crop, Sun?"
They all laughed again, Jaune included. Maybe this was a good idea. This was a lot of fun. They were a lot of fun. He didn't think he would ever publicly say the kinds of things they apparently all thought about Miss Goodwitch had it not been for this atmosphere on this night.
He wondered what their teacher would have thought if she knew that her students were talking about her in such a manner. Would she be understandably angry and offended by such lewd and crude remarks? Or would she maybe be secretly flattered that people half her age looked at her with such lust and desire? There was no way he would ever find out, for what happened at the Rogue's Gallery stayed at the Rogue's Gallery.
"Speaking of big boobs..." Neptune trailed off, pointing to one of the stages.
All eyes focused on a pale redhead dancing around the tall silver pole which stretched all the way to the ceiling. True to Neptune's word, her breasts were as enormous as they were bare. She'd lost her shirt, or tassels, or bra, or whatever she'd been covering up with long ago. On display were all of her assets, and they were incredible to behold.
At least, until Yang spoke up. "Fake."
Most of the guys refocused their attention on Yang, whose own eyes remained locked on the dancing woman. It was as if she was examining and judging them like some sort of boob critic.
"You think so?" Sun wondered.
Yang nodded. "Mmhmm. Total implants."
"No way," Neptune argued. It appeared that he had fallen in love with those boobs, and honestly, Jaune didn't really blame him.
"I'm kind of the boob expert around here," she argued. "Since I'm the only one who has them and all. Do you see those things jiggling? Natural fat bounces and jiggles. Silicon doesn't."
Jaune wasn't about to argue with her before, and he definitely wouldn't now. As he stared and appreciated the massive pair of sweater melons, he could see what she was talking about and found himself agreeing with her. Those things would probably stand straight up even if she was lying on her back. Natural boobs, to his knowledge, didn't behave like that.
"Okay, okay, fine," Neptune conceded. "But how about her?" he asked, pointing to another woman.
Her hair was bright like sterling silver, and her skin was dark as chocolate. She had a body delicious enough to match it. Her breasts were smaller, but that ass was something else. Wearing only a purple thong, most of the fabric was lost in those bountiful cheeks of hers. With an asset like that, it didn't matter that her breasts were more on the average side.
"Nice," Yang commented. "Reminds me a bit of Blake to be honest."
Sun found himself lost in a coughing fit, garnering everyone's attention. Only Yang seemed unconcerned, knowing exactly what she'd done.
"Ugh it sucks being single," Cardin griped. "You two are lucky to have girlfriends," he said to both Sun and Neptune.
Maybe Cardin would have better luck if his bullying past hadn't tainted his reputation. While he'd improved since the first semester, he still had a long way to go in order to repair the damage his actions against people like Jaune and Velvet had caused.
"Sadly she's not my girlfriend," Sun corrected him. "Not for lack of trying though."
Yang offered him a pat on the shoulder. "Aw, cheer up, stud. Blake's a cold and flakey one, but she opens up. Eventually. Sort of."
Each add-on sounded more and more like an inevitable defeat for the faunus boy. Jaune could relate. He'd suffered nothing but defeat at the hands of Weiss, who was happy and content with Neptune now. He wondered how she'd react if she knew he was out at a strip club?
"Now you wanna talk real... check her out."
Jaune followed Yang's gaze to a newcomer on one of the stages. Wearing only a pink thong and a pair of mismatched brown and pink tassels on her large breasts, a young woman with bright pink hair and sparkling blue eyes strutted over to the pole with confidence that he could scarcely believe. How could anyone be so comfortable with so much of their body on display for complete and total strangers?
She was... incredible to behold. Jaune stared in awe as the pink-haired girl grasped the pole and began to dance around it. Her movements were hypnotic. They were somehow sensual and classy at the same time. It was less of a sexy dance and more of an art performance. A visual display of the wonders the human form was capable of.
Her body, while incredible to behold, wasn't half as impressive as what she did with it. Her short legs seemed as if they had no restrictions to how they moved, and she was able to lift it high enough to be parallel with the rest of her body. This woman... she was a marvel. Jaune wouldn't have believed such movements were possible had he not been seeing them himself.
"See something you like, Jaune?" the blonde girl next to him teased knowingly.
He nodded absentmindedly. Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes. Not only was she stunningly beautiful, but her body moved in a way which confused, aroused, and amazed him. Humans shouldn't have been able to move like that. Not even the most flexible of huntresses with their Aura could pull off moves like those. And yet somehow... this stripper was?
She had everything. A cute face. Large natural breasts which bounced and jiggled with her incredible movements. A nice full ass which concealed the thong string in its thick cheeks. She was short, probably even shorter than Weiss. Maybe he just had a thing for short girls?
If nothing else, she was worth coming out for tonight. To witness such perfection in the flesh, emphasis on the flesh, made all of this a win. Nothing he would see on any porn site would ever compare to this pink-haired beauty. To have the privilege of seeing her, if for nothing else than the ability to close his eyes and remember her while he jerked off, would make this the most memorable birthday of his young life.
Neo was a fickle creature. Growing up in a world where her decisions were not her own, it only made sense that she would do things on a whim now that she'd finally found her freedom. Was it any surprise that she found herself here in a strip club on amateur night?
This wasn't her first rodeo. No, far from it. Over the past several months she'd found herself up on a number of stages in a number of clubs whenever they gave people off the street's the opportunity to come in and strut their stuff. As a result of her disguise, her stripper persona, Cotton Candy, had become an underground hit among the club owners and regulars alike. She'd chosen the name not only because of the pink and blue colors of her disguise, but because she possessed the sweetest ass on this side of Vale. Clad in only a pink thong, it showed.
She didn't do it for the money. No, she had plenty of that already. Plus the tips she received for her performances were peanuts compared to what she could get from one night on the town with Roman.
She didn't do it for any kind of physical gratification either. Neo knew she was hot, and that she could have any man she wanted if she was in the mood. Not that she would give any of these random slobs the time of day. Whenever she felt the need to get off she'd go back to her place, light a few candles, open up her scroll, and make a night of it. Those times were always fun, albeit a little bit lonely.
No, the main reason she did it was for the thrill. For the sense of power and control she felt over a sea of gawking onlookers who stared at something they could only have in their dreams.
Wrapping her arms and legs around the pole, she hoisted herself up and spun in circles around the smooth metal. It was all incredibly easy for the young woman. Not only did she have experience, but she had the prior training to make moves like this come naturally to her.
Neo's gymnastics lessons at Lady Browning's Preparatory Academy came in handy here. She was certain the old hag would have been furious if she knew what use those talents were being put to here and now. One of her star pupils, meant to be the epitome of class and high society, was dancing near completely nude at a strip club in front of the dregs of society who the woman would have only ever encountered in her nightmares.
The mere thought of Lady Beat's reaction to this sort of thing made her grin as she spun. The former Trivia Vanille dancing naked for strangers? Climbing up and spinning on a pole? The horror! The scandal! How could someone once so high have fallen so far?
How? Because Neo craved chaos. She loved it. Doing anything and everything on a whim was what made her heart pound in her chest. Her life of crime was just another example of this. She wasn't in it for the money, though it was an obvious perk. No, she did it for the fun. For the thrill. For the simple fact that she wanted to, and no one could stop her.
Landing back on the stage, Neo held onto the pole and bent backwards. As she did she lifted up her leg so high that she was performing the splits while standing. She had the moves. She had the flexibility. And she certainly had the assets to drive men wild. To be able to control them in such a simple way was just another aspect of this gig which drove the young woman wild.
A glance over the crowd showed numerous pairs of eyes absolutely focused on her. Lost as they explored her body. Lust. Greed. They were the usual reactions to a body as amazing as hers. Sadly, much to their dismay, they could only look and never touch. Neo wouldn't have it any other way. Like a cat she enjoyed toying with her prey, flaunting herself in front of them and knowing they could never have her. They would give her money, and she would only take more and more of their hearts and minds.
Neo's disguised blue eyes fell on one of the patrons in particular. Seated at a table with what appeared to be his friends, she saw a blond-haired boy staring up at her. It was a curious sight, one which Neo almost never saw from the kinds of guys who frequented Vale's strip clubs. He looked upon her not with lust. He wasn't leering creepily at her like so many of the other older, regular customers did. No, he stared in awe. Like he didn't just appreciate her admittedly amazing body. He appreciated the performance. How she was able to move. How she could bend. How someone of such a short stature used it to her advantage as she climbed, flipped, and spun on the pole, much to the delight of the audience.
The man... no, the boy, couldn't have been older than eighteen. Judging by his reaction to her this was probably his first time seeing nude women in the flesh. It was probably his first time at a strip club. He seemed woefully out of place. Dragged here by his friends, perhaps? How cute.
In that moment Neo knew she had him. He was hers. He was mesmerized and utterly enraptured by her. Just the ability to have so much power and control over a person's reactions was intoxicating to her. It drove her to do what she did here. Neo always sought freedom and independence in her earlier years. Now free to enjoy life however she wanted, she enjoyed manipulating the emotions of others for her own amusement.
One of his friends, a blonde girl who Neo had to admit was very attractive in her own right, beckoned her to come over. With her other hand she held a wad of cash, and Neo knew what she was asking for.
One pants-ruining lapdance coming up. Emphasis on the coming.
Hopping off the stage, Neo sauntered over to their table, brown and pink tassels swishing as her hips swayed, where the rest of the boy's party was staring at her as she approached. Pulling out a seat and sitting down across from the blonde girl, she tilted her head and smirked questioningly as she awaited her proposal.
"It's my friend's birthday," tall, blonde, and booby said. Holding up the cash, she held it out for Neo to take. "So how about a nice birthday lap dance for him?"
Neo plucked the folded up bills from the other girl's fingers and opened them up to count. Again, it wasn't as if she cared about how much she made tonight, but it was only right and proper to be paid the necessary amount for a performance.
Satisfied with the amount, Neo smiled and nodded. She was about to give birthday boy here a night he'd never forget.
Standing up, Neo spun around blondie's chair gracefully to find herself standing before the boy. Then, turning around she found a seat on top of his lap, earning a sharp gasp from his inexperienced lungs.
First timers are so cute, Neo thought as she began to slowly grind her ass on his crotch. So innocent. So easy.
The growing pants-tent under her was obvious, and Neo found herself amused by how big he was getting. Was he hiding something fun down there underneath his pants?
Around them his friends cheered and hollered as she performed, appreciating the fact that the birthday boy was getting the best gift he'd ever received in his life.
"Yeah, Jaune!" one of the boys said.
"Get that ass!" another encouraged.
"Damn this is hot," the girl said. Neo always found it amusing when women came and got just as much out of it as the men did.
To his credit the boy made no attempts to touch her. Strip club etiquette demanded that no touching occurred except for what the performers explicitly allowed. If Neo wanted the boy, Jaune, to touch her, she would take his arms and place them on herself. Right now, however, she was just enjoying the ride.
His cock had been fully awoken now, and Neo could feel its hardness through his pants on her near fully exposed crotch. She gave him less then five minutes until he creamed himself. She didn't want to hurry it along either. Not only because she wanted him to appreciate his little birthday gift, but because she wanted to hold his awe and attention for as long as possible. She wanted him to be hers for as long as the money would allow. The power and control was worth far more than the tip money she'd received from blondie.
Still, Neo appreciated a good performance as much as the next girl. Reaching back with an arm she found his hand, and clamped her fingers down on the back of his hair. She tousled and squeezed it as she ground herself against his crotch, earning heavy breaths from the boy beneath her.
"You're amazing..." he gasped. "You're so amazing..."
Neo grinned wickedly. She knew she was, but it was always so nice to hear. Especially when the words were as genuine as they were from such an inexperienced boy.
Minutes passed as Neo's ass rubbed hard and deep on Jaune's pelvis, and still he'd shown no signs of cumming. Neo, on the other hand, her pussy covered by only a thin layer of fabric, was starting to get a bit turned on herself. The bulge in Jaune's pants was beginning to rub her the right way, and like a genie in a bottle, she felt the increasing urge to spill out of it herself.
This wouldn't do. This wouldn't do at all. Frustrated now by her inability to make her mark burst, Neo ground harder and faster on him. His breathing and reactions clearly indicated that he was both feeling and enjoying it, but he still wouldn't pop. Neo on the other hand found her own breathing beginning to hitch, and if she continued like this it was almost certain that she would get off before he did. To do so here in public, that was simply unacceptable.
Giving it her best effort, Neo's ass was rubbing him as hard as it could, and her harsh movements were only matched by the harsh breaths now pouring from both of their lips. She gritted her teeth, realizing she was close. No! She would not cum in front of all these people. If she were to do that... if it were to happen... not here...
The time that she'd been paid for had long since expired now, and Neo stood up with a sudden jolt. She'd been close. So close. A primal, lustful part of her brain hadn't cared and would have been fine with rubbing one out in public, but she had an image to maintain. Cotton Candy was a sweet treat that didn't let herself climax on clients in public. In private, however...
Neo found her balance after her initially wobbly legs had stood up, and she turned around to face the still seated Jaune. Then, wiggling a single finger to beckon him to stand, the boy did just that. Like putty in her hands, she could manipulate him to be anything she wanted.
Right now she wanted him to be her little cum slut.
Grabbing him by the wrist, Neo pulled Jaune after her as she hurriedly exited the main room of the club. Whooping and cheering from his friends followed them as she led him to one of the back rooms where she would be able to finish the job properly. For both of them.
Neo was horny now and it was all his fault. Getting both of them off would be worth the money she'd already been paid. Even if it wasn't, it didn't matter much to her. The body wanted what it wanted, and right now she wanted to cum. Almost as much as she wanted him to. At this point it was a matter of pride.
He came with her without protest, and Neo dragged him to one of the VIP rooms, closing the door behind them before turning around to set her predatory gaze on the innocent little rabbit that she'd cornered.
The sound of the door closing and locking had a sense of finality to it. Like he was a prisoner who'd just been led to the execution chamber in order to meet his fate. Only here his executioner was an amazingly beautiful woman who'd just given him a lap dance.
Jaune was still hard as the woman approached him, gently pushing her palms against his chest and forcing him to backpedal until the backs of his legs hit something. He fell backwards onto a black leather couch, and seconds later the girl who'd been paid to give him a lap dance crawled back on top of him and straddled his waist.
She stared down at him with an expression Jaune couldn't fully read. It was as jumbled and mixed up as his own feelings were right now. There was... frustration? Anger? Lust? Eagerness? Whatever those feelings were, they were nothing compared to the physical acts she was taking with him.
Her hands pressed down harshly on his shoulders, pinning him to the back of the couch as she slowly began to grind herself on him again, this time facing him. Those intense blue eyes bored holes into him as she performed, as if silently urging him to cum. He hated to break it to her, but thanks to the twin layers of underwear and jeans, he wasn't going to do that anytime soon.
Fingers dug into him, and the woman rubbed herself harshly against him. As desperate as Jaune's breaths were, hers were somehow just as bad, if not worse. If he didn't know any better he'd say that she was getting off to this more than he was. Could that be... why she'd brought him back here?
He saw how her teeth clenched, and how her blue eyes stared down intensely into his own. Then, to his surprise, she released her hold on his shoulders. Small and nimble hands came to rest on her large and full breasts, or more specifically, the tassels that covered her nipples. She removed them and tossed them aside to reveal perfect pink nipples that peaked the mountains that were her amazing boobs.
"Wow," he gasped. "Those are amazing..."
After giving him an eyeful of everything she had to offer, the woman resumed her grinding. Boobs bounced wildly as her movements grew harder. Teeth sank into her lower lip. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she rode him, snorting out harsh breaths from her nose as she gave him the most incredible lap dance Jaune could ever imagine. It was his first, so he had no idea how they were supposed to be done, but he wasn't sure if grinding her pussy on him was the way strippers normally operated.
Thus far Jaune's hands had been unoccupied, sprawled across the back of the couch while the alluring stripper did her work. However as a couple more minutes passed, her movements slowed and her accusing eyes opened back up to peer down... angrily at him? Then without warning her own hands lashed out, grabbing Jaune's wrists and bringing them down and forward. Behind her.
On her ass.
Feeling those amazing cheeks was an experience Jaune could scarcely describe. She was so thick. Thick in a good way. She was firm and supple. So much to squeeze even in his large hands. Given permission now, Jaune groped his stripper's body, or at least her ass, to his heart's content. She smiled down on him as she began to rub herself on him once more. Perhaps this was merely a ploy to make him cum. Maybe it was some sort of stripper's pride which dictated it?
With his hands full of ass and his eyes peering up at amazing tits, she grunted harshly as she ground against him. She panted and moaned, not uttering a single word as she did so. It was becoming more and more obvious to Jaune that this was less about a lap dance now and more about getting herself off. Yet... he didn't care. Not one bit. If an absolute hottie like her wanted to use his body in order to make herself climax, and he got to enjoy her perfect body while she did so, who was he to complain?
Tiny squeaks slipped through her lips, and Jaune watched in awe as her face became a mask of pleasure and bliss. Even though his dick was still hiding in his pants, he felt immense pride that his body was able to do this to a woman. Even if she was doing all the work, he was the toy she was using to get herself off. This truly was the best birthday ever.
It only got better when for a second time the woman grabbed a part of his body and yanked it forward. This time it was his head, and with two hands holding onto it she shoved it directly into her chest. Jaune's vision was completely blacked out as his face was buried into her immense mountains of boobs, and she began to shake and sway them side to side, rubbing his face into her cleavage. All the while he heard her lustful breaths in his ears, the sensation only heightened due to his lack of vision.
Seeing this escalation as a green light, Jaune's own lustful and horny mind only wanted one thing. To go a little bit further. Struggling against the iron grip she held on his head, Jaune managed to move his mouth enough so that he could latch onto the front of one of her breasts. He sealed his lips around that hard and perky nipple, and he greedily began to suck. If she didn't want it she could always tell him to stop or push him away. However, considering she'd already planted his hands on her ass and shoved her chest in his face, he didn't think this would be an issue.
And it wasn't. Her breathy moans only increased as Jaune got his first taste of tit, and he licked and sucked it as hard as he could. The stripper breathed hard, and harsh, guttural groans rumbled in her throat. She still said nothing. Her body did all the talking for her. And as Jaune got a mouthful of her fleshy assets, she squeezed him tighter against herself, wildly bucking and grinding her crotch up against his. Until, finally...
She wailed. It was a high pitched, keening noise which came from the back of her throat, but even though he couldn't see her, to Jaune it was as clear as day what had happened. She'd just orgasmed. The sharp, jerky motions of her hips which replaced the frantic grinding only backed his theory up. Soon, after a few seconds, the movements stopped entirely.
His stripper still straddled his lap, arms clinging tightly around his back while her head rested against his shoulder. Jaune reluctantly released his mouth's hold on her breast and his hands' on her ass. Instead, out of pure instinct, he wrapped his arms around her back, and his hands came up to stroke her long pink hair.
Or... at least it had been pink. When he brought his head up and opened his eyes, he found that it had changed colors. Half of her hair was pink and the other half brown. How had that happened? Had she literally fucked the pink out of herself while grinding up against his cock?
"Whoa. Your hair," was all he could say while holding her close.
It took a few seconds, but eventually she pulled her heaving back away from him so that she could regard him with her weary eyes. Those too had changed. Where they'd once been blue now they were also pink and brown, though oddly enough, were on opposite sides of her hair. The mismatched eyes blinked, and a hand came up to absentmindedly touch her hair. Even though she couldn't see it, she must have realized that they'd changed colors. Jaune wondered if this would be a problem.
Luckily, that didn't seem to be the case. She breathed a soft, incredulous hiss of a laugh and shook her head. Then to his disappointment she stood up from him, removing her hot body, both literally and figuratively, from his. On his crotch where she'd done her work there was a dark blue stain. She'd came alright. She came hard, and all over him. Jaune wore the stain, also literally and figuratively, with pride.
The stripped pointed down at his crotch where he was still hard and made a motion with her right hand. One which Jaune understood all too well as being one of a guy jacking off. She was asking him a very interesting question without even saying words.
Had he cum as well?
Jaune shook his head. "Nope. I didn't cum."
The answer seemed to frustrate the young woman, whose now mismatched eyes narrowed on him. Her mouth clenched into a pout, and a second later she descended down onto her knees in front of him. Crawling over the last few inches toward him on her knees, she rested her palms on his thighs and stared up into his eyes. While holding his gaze with her own, those nimble digits of hers crept down his pants until they rested on his crotch. Until one set of fingers laid on the button of his jeans, and the other on his zipper.
Her head tilted to the side and she waited, silently asking for his approval to continue before she made another move. Yet again she had conveyed her intent without saying a single word. Jaune wondered if she was unable to speak, and that was why she thus far hadn't.
He nodded, knowing what she was asking about. "Yeah. It's okay."
She smirked, and wasting no time she unbuttoned and unzipped Jaune to release the beast from within. After many long minutes of being teased by the woman, and after he'd gotten both a handful and mouthful of her finest assets, Jaune's rock-hard length popped over the band of his boxer briefs, much to the delight of the stripper who was the cause of his problem.
Jaune's heart pounded as she gripped his length with one of her tiny hands, and the sight of it only made him seem even larger than he already was. She gave him a few pumps, sending lightning bolts shooting through the young man's body. It was the first time anyone but himself played with his cock, and it felt amazing.
"That feels nice..." he whispered as she began to softly pump him.
She flashed a toothy grin at him, and then, after only a few seconds of stroking him, came down to envelop him with her mouth.
Jaune's eyes went wide as the small and sexy stripper began bobbing up and down on his cock. Her lips sealed around him and her tongue flicked and licked as she took him as deep as she could get him. With his length he must have been hitting the back of her throat, and yet she took him with ease.
"Oh my gods..." he gasped. "That feels so good..."
It was Jaune's turn to breathe and moan while he was serviced by the skillful stripper. When he wasn't entirely in her mouth she pumped his shaft with one of her hands, while her tongue licked across his head. The feeling was indescribable, and yet, the physical gratification wasn't even the best part of it.
The woman's eyes flicked up, and as she took him in and out of her mouth her gaze on him was absolute. The sheer passion and intensity of her maintaining eye contact with him was incredible, and Jaune could hardly believe that he was getting a blowjob from such a woman. Somehow the fact that she was staring directly into his eyes while sucking him off made the experience impossibly more sexy, and as she worked her mouth and tongue to perfection Jaune could feel himself nearing his limit.
"I can't last much longer," he whispered to her.
Like a predator sensing weakness, the woman's motions only became harder after that. She wanted him to cum. She needed him to. He needed to as well. To be denied a release after all of this would be the worst case of blue balls in the history of mankind. Luckily for him, he had a stripper who seemingly wouldn't be content until he came just as hard as she had.
Frenzied stroking and sucking forced more breaths and moans from Jaune's lips, and she showed no signs of relenting. She pumped his shaft hard while she sucked off the rest of him, and Jaune needed to let her know how good of a job she was doing.
"I'm close," he warned her. "I'm so close. This feels so good..."
He wanted to clench his legs together, but the woman's presence between them wouldn't let him. He was trapped in his mouth and hands, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Almost there... almost there...
"I'm gonna cum," he said. "Gonna cum..."
With those last words she came up off his cock, at least with his mouth. With her right hand still gripping his shaft, the woman stroked and pumped as hard as possible, sending Jaune over the edge at long last.
Aiming his shaft as if it was a hose, the stripper pointed it at her bountiful chest. Jaune erupted, sending spurt after spurt of molten hot cum onto her, coating her beautiful tits with long white streaks of seed. He groaned as she milked him for every last drop, and for long seconds new shots were shot onto her. Finally after about thirty seconds of pumping and shooting, Jaune had spent the last of his load, and what was left before him was a woman's chest coated in his thick white spunk.
Judging by the devious smirk on her face, she didn't seem to mind one bit. If anything, she revelled in what she'd been able to make him do.
Jaune leaned back against the couch, breathing hard as the woman stood up before him. Offering a smile and a wink, she turned around and practically skipped away from him to a doorway further inside the private VIP room. Closing the door behind her, Jaune was left to think about what had just happened.
He'd gotten not only a lap dance. Not only a blowjob. He'd also made a hot girl cum all over him.
This really was the best birthday ever.
Neo had wettened one of the hand towels with water and soap, and cleaned up the immense amount of cum she'd received off of her chest. She realized he was a big boy, but who could have known he would have had so much to shoot? Was he really backed up or something? When was the last time he'd rubbed one out?
Well, in any case, any future times would have her in his thoughts. Such was the power that came with the feminine body for simple men such as him.
Cleaned of his seed, Neo used another towel to dry her chest. A glance down at her left breast showed that her nipple and the area around it was tinted red. Jaune had given it quite a hard suck, and to be honest she was perfectly fine with it. Sucking her sensitive breast had helped her get off while she'd ridden him, and she was pleased that he was able to service her in such a way.
What was surprising was how he'd tended to her after she'd climaxed. It was obvious the boy was inexperienced, and yet he'd had the sense of awareness to hold her close and stroke her hair after she'd cum. And cum she had. So hard that...
Neo frowned as she peered into the mirror. Her disguise of Cotton Candy had been utterly shattered. Literally, when it came to her Semblance. As a result her natural heterochromatic eyes and pink dyed hair had emerged. Luckily the boy didn't seem freaked out by it. He'd even let her blow him in her natural state. Well, that wasn't much of a stretch. What guy wouldn't let her blow him regardless of what color her hair and eyes were?
In the end she'd gotten what she wanted. Her pride was restored by making him cum, and she'd gotten a treat as well. Even better, it was with a young and inexperienced boy that she'd been able to dominate. It was the cute and innocent ones that she loved the most, and Jaune epitomized those traits. She would always go down as his first experience, and he would remember her for the rest of his life.
Clean and content, Neo opened the door and exited the bathroom. Walking back out into the VIP room, she saw that he'd put his cock away, but he was still seated on the couch. His eyes stared at her, and her boobs, and she smirked. He really couldn't get enough of her, and she couldn't blame him.
Skipping happily back over to the couch, Neo twirled on a heel before plopping down hard on the couch next to him. The best parts may have been over, but she could still have some fun with the boy.
She smiled warmly, batting her eyelashes provocatively as she tilted her head slightly. She clearly wanted his attention, and was asking for it without saying a word.
"That was... incredible," he said, breaking the silence. "You're really incredible."
Neo already knew that, but it was so nice to hear.
"I... don't exactly know how to do this. It was my first time at a strip club."
I'll bet it was your first time for a lot of things, she thought.
"So, um," he stumbled, reaching into his pocket and taking out his wallet. He reached in, grabbing all the lien notes inside. "For everything you did. Is this enough? Sorry I'm not exactly experienced in all this."
Neo smiled as she accepted the money. Poor thing. It was probably all birthday money he'd received from friends and family. All going to her. All for a nice little blowjob. The lap dance had been paid for by his friend already, so he was offering to pay her for the private experience.
Counting the notes, it wasn't too much. Absolutely nothing compared to what she already had thanks to her crimes with Roman, but it was the thought that counted. Jaune had appreciated her little performance enough to give her everything he had. What a sweetheart. What an innocent, pure-hearted little sweetie.
Folding the notes, Neo stuck them between the side strap of her thong and her thigh. She was sure she could use them later to grab some food or buy a new video game for back home. For now though, her main source of entertainment would be Jaune. The night wasn't over yet, and in all honesty she could keep him here as long as they were both willing.
"I'm Jaune, by the way," he awkwardly stated. "Not sure if people normally go around giving their names in a place like this, but, um, yeah. Just in case you wanted to know."
She already knew his name thanks to his friends, but Neo appreciated the sincerity in his words. He really was an innocent little rabbit, wasn't he? And like the feline that she was, Neo enjoyed toying with the cute little bunny that she'd sunk her claws into.
Pointing a thumb back at herself, Neo used her index finger to draw a letter C in the air. Two of them, in fact. The initials of her stripper persona, Cotton Candy.
"CC?" Jaune asked. "Guess that stands for something, huh?"
Neo nodded.
"That's weird," he began, and Neo's brow furrowed. Was it weird? Thankfully he continued, not being a total doofus and sticking his foot further down his throat than his cock had been down hers. "My family crest, it's kind of like a stylized CC. Well, it's more like one C inside of another." He smiled warmly. "I guess it's pretty cool that I got someone named CC tonight."
One C inside of another? I bet you'd like to have your C inside of mine...
The question was, would she? Could she see herself wanting another go with Mister Tall, Strong, and Dorky?
It took only a glance to see that this boy was not only large, but fit as well. While not a classically attractive pretty boy, he was cute. More than just physically though, he had a sweet and innocent personality which was the kind that Neo absolutely adored. In the criminal underworld such specimens were unheard of, and the only people she was used to dealing with were those who were cruel, cunning, and ruthless. Even her partner in crime Roman, while charming in his own way, was cold and heartless when it came down to business. Not Jaune, though. Not this happy-go-lucky little bunny rabbit. He was as kind and innocent as they came, and that was just the kind of little side piece Neo could see herself double dipping into when it came to a little fling.
Neo lived off of her whims, and in that moment she knew what she wanted. Standing up, she happily hopped over to where her clothes and other belongings were kept and grabbed her scroll. Sitting back down next to Jaune, she opened it up and handed it to him.
He gave her a questioning glance. "What's this?"
A scroll, dum-dum. Unable to speak, Neo instead pointed at him, and mimicked the motion of texting with her thumbs. She then pointed to her scroll before staring back up at him expectantly.
"Do you... want me to add my number to your scroll?"
Dum-dum has some brains at least. She smiled and nodded happily.
"Oh. Sure."
Neo watched as Jaune made a new contact in her list and added his number. When he was finished he handed the scroll back to her, and Neo opened up the camera app. Without warning she took a candid picture of the boy's surprised face to use as his profile picture.
It embodied who and what the boy was. It was too fitting. It was also extremely unflattering, and she turned her scroll around to show him how he looked in that moment, sticking her tongue out teasingly as she did so. His reaction was exactly what she'd hoped for.
"Hey, I can give you a better shot than that," he protested weakly.
Neo shook her head, and held the scroll up against her still naked chest over her heart.
In the end Jaune relented quickly, and shook his head with a sigh. "Okay then. If you say so."
She did say so, and she did that without even speaking.
"So should I give you my scroll to put my number in?"
He could. But... honestly? She didn't want to. He would get her number eventually when she texted him, but for now this was strictly a power play. He would get her number when she decided that he would, and not a moment sooner.
Plus, she wanted him to wait for her. He wouldn't have to wait long, but still. She wanted him to know who was in charge in this little arrangement. Despite not wearing pants at the moment, she wore the pants in their burgeoning relationship.
Neo shook her head, and stuck her tongue out once more. Jaune seemed to get the message, and accepted it with a nod.
"Alright then. I guess I'll be hearing from you then?"
She shrugged coyly, her eyes wandering up to the ceiling. She so did enjoy playing with her food.
Jaune took her response in stride and chuckled softly. "Alright then. Fair enough."
What a good little boy. So submissive and understanding. Perhaps Neo had truly struck gold tonight, finding a cute and innocent young man with a heart of gold himself.
But for now, their time would have to come to an end. Absence made the heart grow fonder, and Neo wanted Jaune to think about her all night tonight. So it was with the greatest reluctance that she stood up and walked over to where her clothes were and began putting them on.
"I guess I'll get going then?" he asked.
Neo nodded. What an understanding boy. He even was able to pick up on her non-verbal form of communication pretty quickly.
After Jaune had left and she'd dressed herself, Neo splashed down on the couch once again. She'd made a nice haul tonight in terms of tips, but the real jackpot had been the boy. Kind, cute, innocent, and oh so easy to control. Not to mention a nice cock. It was everything she could want. She would definitely be getting in touch with him again in the near future for a little bit more fun. After all, she needed more friends than Roman. Who better than someone who could see to her needs?
He had a crush on Cotton Candy, but soon enough he would get the full Neo experience.
Author's Note: Special thanks go out to the one and only Imyoshi for the story summary. I just couldn't come up with a good one for some reason.
So this idea was developed by my friends and me one day when I just asked for a premise for Silent Knight smut. And you know what? For me it works.
What we learned about Neo from the book Roman Holiday is a lot of great info about her past, her motives, and her personality. She is a true creature of chaos. She does things on a whim for the fun of it. She craves freedom. She does whatever she wants and hates being told what to do. So it's sad to see what she became in the show as Cinder's little minion.
Will there be more of this? Perhaps. If there is it won't be a long story. There's definitely enough material in my mind for a chapter 2. More smut, of course, but comedy and heartwarming fluff as well.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it. As always, thanks for reading.