Hey everyone!
first off to all of you who commented! Thank you all!
Q: human dragon
I like this story… Not gonna tell you why I just like it :)
A: That's okay, I wasn't planning on telling you why I decided to make it! XD
Q: WildlyLaughing
This is a downright hilarious fanfic! Gotta say, thank you for writing this thing. I'll definitely be adding this to my community for other people to enjoy
A: Glad you're enjoying yourself, that's always nice to hear. I'd actually never heard of communities before, you made me look it up. Now, all I need is for someone to make a "TV Tropes" page for this baby! XD
Q: Guest
This can obviously only end with Jaune saving the world by pleasing Salem.
A: You might be surprised, actually. Think about it, if that was the way it ended, how could I set the stage for the sequel? ;)
Q: Asianman2
This is a great change of pace in this fic section. Loving it so far and I greatly enjoyed the limey but lemony enough scene. Not too hard not to soft. Just right for this story.
Now he is "ready for business" who is next? Will it be another toss or maybe a full date service?
A: Obviously I don't want to reveal much, but the preliminary plan is for the gigolo role to be a side-job that grows over time and takes on a life of its own.
Q: Josh Spicer (chapter 1)
Man the one time Ozpin isn't being a sneaky Susan…
"Please do not conclude that I am a cruel man."
*leaves the room and unleashes a fucking belly laugh*
So for a premise that you've given this is a pretty angsty first chapter.
A: Sorry about that, the angst was sort of intentional. The trouble was that 1) I wanted Jaune to be as in-character as I could manage 2) I wanted Jaune to NOT end up in Beacon 3) I wanted the story to be reasonable. Jaune deciding his father's right and doesn't try to become a huntsman? Not in character. Jaune works his a$$ off for five years, gets told by Ozpin "maybe next year" and he responds "nah, I'm out"? Not reasonable. Honestly, blue-eye originally wrote the chapter with substantially less "angst". Ozpin tried to break the news to Jaune very gently, much like Qrow had for Jaune's rejection by Signal. I asked him to adjust it, because there was no way Jaune was going to throw himself into his new "occupation" while Ozpin was offering him hope (even if it WAS false hope).
Q: Imperial-samaB
Not gonna lie I thought it would be cinder but oh well. This is a fun start
A: Yeah, I wanted to drop a hint that Glynda was just a fake identity and eye color was fairly subtle. I didn't actually think about the possibility readers would jump to Cinder until I was almost done with the proofreading.
Q: Aravas
It returns after 2 months…damn.
Still, I can say that you did a great job with this chapter! Was not expecting Lisa to be the lucky first lady, truth be told. She rarely gets love…
A: Hey, you can't rush perfection! :) Thanks for the kind words. Yeah, I knew I didn't want an Original Character (I'm not a fan). I also needed a lucky lady that fit the role. The more I thought about Lisa, the better a choice she seemed.
Q: TigerJacob
Well played, here I am trying to figure out why glynda would be willing to work in that capacity with criminals (a side benefit of being ozpins informant for this specific group, but that sounded more like qrows thing) and then I realized glynda has green eyes so I thought cinder…and ran in my head why that sorta made sense. At least you didn't just keep us in suspense of it.
Look forward to more, thanks for the read!
A: Yeah, like I said to Imperial-samaB, I wanted to drop a subtle hint she wasn't Glynda. The second misdirection to Cinder was a happy accident. I didn't want to keep you guys in suspense that long. Originally, she was going to at least reveal her first name right before the sex. But, after I fell in love with the spit-take at the end, I decided to save the big unveiling for the chapter finale.
Q: JohnJuanRamboJr35
Nice chapter and I hope your doing good through this crisis. And cause of your story I started my own gigolo story of Jaune too. But sadly it's not as detailed as yours tho. But hey I can't complain I'm not that experience in writing but I'm getting better in time.
A: Glad you're enjoying and same to you. I'm happy we were able to inspire you, and don't worry too much about the quality of your story. As blue-eye keeps trying to beat into my thick skull, you can't get better if you don't work at it!
Q: Xealchim
Much better, first update was not spaced well lol
A: All thanks for spacing goes to blue-eye, he continues to be awesome! I just come up with the chapter plot-points, handle the spelling and proofreading, and try to remove more perspective and continuity errors than I add! XD
Q: 0akarigan0
Excelente capítulo, muy bien desarrollo y con una gran narrativa. La suciedad fue muy buena.
Una duda, las historias del petron están más avanzados eh incluyen otras nuevas? Muchas gracias y felices fiestas a ambos.
Espero Blue Eyes este mejor y supero pronto cualquier problema que tenga.
A: My understanding is that there's two or three P tr30n exclusive stories. A teaser set of chapters are published to fanfiction for at least one of them. But, it's got to be lagging almost a half dozen chapters compared to the full story by now.
Silber D. Wolf, FuryJoe, Vanitas50, R-king 93, glad you're enjoying the story!
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Chapter 4: Practice Makes Perfect
Jaune's eyes opened, he looked around the room in a daze. The blonde teen was sitting in his boss's office for the third time today, although he had no recollection of how he'd gotten there.
"Finally back?" Junior observed, staring at the boy. "How are you feeling?"
"I… I'm okay, I think… What happened?" Jaune asked, finally realizing he was sitting on the small sofa inside Junior's office.
"I was hoping you could tell me… From what I understand, you suddenly collapsed out of nowhere… The girls were really worried about you and brought you here…" the older man explained.
"I collapsed? Why would I-" The young blonde cut off, suddenly recalling what had happened.
Junior noticed the look of dawning realization on his employee's face, "What? Did you-"
"Lisa!" the Arc in the room shouted.
As soon as he heard that name, the leader of The Red Axe Gang paled. 'Oh Brothers, did she really break him after all?' Perhaps Jaune's prior lack of trauma HAD been too good to be true, maybe he'd been a ticking time-bomb all along? "W-What about her?"
"S-S-She's…" Jaune swallowed heavily, staring up into his boss's face. "She was on TV!" the boy yelled, rising up from his seat so quickly he felt a little dizzy.
"J-Jaune…" his boss stammered, his gaze pointed firmly at the floor.
"She is! I saw her, right before I-"
"Jaune…" The older man sighed heavily, reaching for something in one of his desk drawers. He pulled out a remote and aimed it at the screen behind his bartender. The screen lit up and he quickly flipped through the channels, stopping at a 24-hour news network.
Lisa's face appeared on the screen. She was covering an old story, interviewing some professor.
"Her name… is Lisa Lavender, she's the head news anchor for the Kingdom of Vale." The older man took note of the shock registering on the boy's face. "…she has been, for years now…" Junior added, for good measure.
"And you didn't think that telling me was a good idea?" the blonde teen groused, finally out of his funk.
"It's pretty much common knowledge… I assumed that you would've happened to check the news at some point… Besides, it wasn't my place to tell you to begin with. Haven't you ever heard of client confidentially? Most ordinary women don't want it to be common knowledge that they're illegally hiring gigolos, let alone prominent public figures… You know, I can't help but think about the time we met, when you admitted to me that you were thick-headed… I never imagined just how much…"
Jaune had the decency to look away, vivid memories of his sisters and mother telling him that he was always missing the obvious. Head in the clouds, they would say…
"Well, I'm not one to watch the news. …and everyone needs love, it's not that big a deal…" the blonde teen argued, flinching at his boss's raised eyebrow.
"I would say that it's much worse than just being dense… But hey, what do I know?" Junior shook his head.
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Finished with her last class of the day, a young Arc walked briskly through the halls of Signal Academy. Said girl's mind was currently preoccupied, thinking about her idiot of a brother. He had decided to run off on his own, to try and get accepted into Beacon (of all places). He KNEW he still needed more training… at least, if he ever wanted to succeed.
She had never thought of her only brother as weak, frequently offering to train with or even spar with him. He'd almost always insisted on developing his skills alone, refusing Joan's sincere efforts. Last night, while talking to him on the phone, she'd finally gotten him to admit the truth. He'd spurned her help for the sake of his PRIDE. He was bound and determined to prove, both to his father and his teachers, that he had what it took to make it as a hunter. She had never understood that bravado of his… He could have always asked for help, she would've been thrilled to assist him. Did he think SHE would have thought less of him? She'd never do that!
"Yep, you're looking at a future student of Beacon!" crowed a proud, female voice.
Joan stopped in her tracks, turning to spot a group of students her age huddled together. She moved closer out of curiosity, spotting the individual doing the bragging.
It was a girl she didn't know personally, but one she had seen walking around from time to time.
"Did you say Beacon?" Joan interjected, the kids all swiveling to look at the newcomer.
The busty blonde in the middle of the group didn't seem annoyed at being interrupted, "sure did! Not even done with school and I've already gotten an invitation to attend Beacon!" Her smile grew even wider, clearly proud of the honor.
"Oh, cool! I'm planning on going too" Joan gushed, pointing at herself.
"Is that so?", the blonde bombshell smirked as she looked the new girl over. "You must be pretty sure of yourself… name's Yang! I'm gonna be the strongest huntress to ever graduate from this place!" the girl bragged, the crowd surrounding Yang agreeing with her. A few even added their own compliments, although all of those were guys (whose eyes were aimed about a foot too low).
Joan just stood there, blinking in surprise. 'So, this is the famous Yang?' she mused, staring at the other blonde. Sure, she looked fairly strong, but not really someone all that special… Honestly, she seemed like the type to jump into a dangerous situation headfirst, then think about it later.
"Something the matter… New Girl?" Yang asked, returning Joan's gaze with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" Joan shot back, the female Arc embarrassed at being called out in front of everyone.
"You don't look all that impressed… care to share why?" Yang pressed, moving towards the other blonde.
"I didn't say anything-" the Arc began to defend herself, cutting off when Yang breached her personal space.
"It's more like what you DIDN'T say… as if you have an issue with how awesome I am…"
Come to think of it, there was some truth behind the bombshell's words. While Joan didn't have an issue specifically with a girl she didn't even know personally… she had never cared for anyone that put other people down to make themselves feel better. They reminded her of the innumerable jerks who had made fun of her brother, just because he wasn't as well-trained as they were.
"Yeah, I was definitely right. You got a problem with me, New Girl?" Now Yang didn't look nearly as cheerful and friendly as she had before.
Yang's attitude was really starting to annoy the Arc. "My name is Joan, not New Girl. …and no, I don't have anything against you." The young Arc turned around and started walking away, she saw no reason to get angry at someone she didn't even care about.
A hand grabbed her shoulder, stopping her. "Wait a sec… you think you can just give me sass and walk away?" Yang chided, sounding more amused than angry. "I'll have you know that NO ONE walks away from Yang Xiao-Long!" she declared proudly.
"I'm not looking for any trouble-" Joan began, trying to be as diplomatic as possible. Her father had always drilled into her that keeping a cool head was critical for a hunter… it kept them alive.
"So… you're just scared, huh?" Yang shrugged. "Well… not like I can blame you… I'll let you off the hook, New Girl… Why don't you run back home to your mommy?" she mocked, turning away.
"My name… isn't NEW GIRL!" Joan replied angrily, spinning around to face Yang's back.
"Oh~, did I hit a nerve? Why don't you MAKE me?" the boxer goaded, approaching her target. "I'll tell you what… if you can hit me once, I'll bother remembering your name…"
Joan had promised her father that she wouldn't rise to anyone's bait. Nicholas had lectured her, time and time again, that doing so would only make her a target. At the time, Joan had sworn to take the high road. But, in the heat of her fury, remembering her promise proved to be too much for Joan- let alone keeping it. She nodded to her new opponent. "Fine…" Joan would make this girl regret ever talking about her family.
…
There was excited muttering as a group of their fellow students escorted the two blondes to a small sparring ring. It seemed that rumors of the impending showdown had spread like wildfire, more and more people joining the crowd. A number were even waiting for the pair at the arena itself, as if they were just itching to watch a fight.
Yang strutted along, a cocky smile plastered to her face. Like a boxer, confident that they were about to level their opponent in one hit. Unfortunately, all of Yang's friends (and not-so-secret admirers) were amping her up even more as they moved along.
Just how cocky could one person get?
Joan didn't have anyone praising her, or even paying her much attention. Admittedly, Joan didn't have very many people that she was close to… But, that was her choice. She had a few close friends, and her family… that was enough for her. Better than all of Yang's sycophants and eye-rapists…
When the group arrived at the arena they spotted a tall man standing there… he was a teacher.
"I see that you still looking for trouble, Yang…" the man chided.
Joan recognized him instantly, 'I think his name was-'
"Uncle Qrow? What are you doing here?" Yang shot back.
'Her uncle?' Just great, now Joan would get in trouble and her opponent was going to get off scot-free.
The man sighed heavily, glancing towards the young Arc. "You're… Arc, right?" the older man asked, Joan nodding in response.
"Yes Sir" Joan answered.
Yang smirked, "suck up…"
'Well, excuse me, he's not MY uncle!' Joan groused, glaring at the blonde next to her.
"Yeah, I thought so… you look a lot like your brother and father." Qrow smiled.
"You know my brother, Sir?" That was news to her, seeing as Jaune had never been admitted to Signal.
"Sure do… your dad too." He stared at his blonde niece. "Now… what are you doing here?"
"Oh, nothing much… Just thinking about having a friendly spar, with NEW GIRL here~" she cooed, deliberately needling Joan again.
"I bet…" The older man looked like he believed Yang EVEN LESS than Joan did. "Well… since I'm already here, may as well act as a referee…" The man walked to the arena's periphery, taking a quick sip from the flask at his side.
"Good… Now you can't back out… New Girl" Yang whispered, moving to one side of the arena.
'I can't wait to shut her up' Joan mused, claiming the opposite edge. In the meantime, a large crowd had gathered around the ring. Several more teachers, a sizable chunk of the student body, even some of Joan's friends had shown up. Her friends were obviously confused by the situation, the normally calm girl acting very uncharacteristically at the moment.
The young Arc inspected her opponent's weapons. A pair of sturdy-looking yellow gauntlets. They looked as if they would be painful, if they were to hit their target. 'No doubt she's got a few more tricks up her sleeve that I CAN'T see.' Joan chose to keep her distance for the moment, pulling out her blade. She chose to keep her shield hidden at her side, camouflaged as the sword's scabbard. It was strikingly similar in design to Crocea Mors, the blade that her brother always used… When it had come time to make her own weapon, she'd insisted on it!
"Lucky we're still here, New Girl… 'cause I'm about to school you!" Yang sang.
Joan wanted to groan at the terrible joke, even more so at the catcalls from the sidelines it received. Her opponent's silence seemed to annoy Yang, apparently miffed that she'd failed to elicit the response she'd wanted.
"Nothing, huh? Well… no worries… I'll just focus on sending you home crying to your BROTHER…" the blonde taunted with a smirk.
Something snapped inside of Joan. She glared angrily at the blonde bitch, her reaction pleasing the blonde boxer.
"Alright, enough banter out of you… start this thing already!" Qrow bellowed, spurring them to begin.
Yang was the first to make her move, rushing forward. She leaped up in a high (and heavily-telegraphed) jump, her fist raised. The boxer was leaning forward to slam into her target when it suddenly melted away.
Joan shot to the right at the very last second, slamming her blade into the boxer's side. The force of the hit imparted enough momentum into the still-airborne blonde to send her flying off to Joan's left.
Yang was in the air for nearly another two seconds before her gauntlets shifted and expanded, echoes of gunfire filling the arena. The busty blonde suddenly stopped in mid-air, lightly dropping to the ground. All of the momentum that had been threatening to fling her out of the ring had vanished. She cracked her neck, flashing a vicious smirk at Joan. "Well, look at that… You actually DO have some skill in you, New Girl… Too bad you didn't knock me out…"
"I thought you said that you'd stop calling me that, if I hit you once?"
"I changed my MIND… you'll have to BEAT me for that!" Yang found herself pumped at the prospect of sparring with someone who didn't flinch away from her, someone her own age that would actually put up a fight. While Yang was far from a slouch, she wasn't exactly known for being a prodigy either. What she WAS (in)famous for was, to put it delicately, "playing rough". Most of her opponents found it smarter to focus on losing as little face as possible, rather than actually trying to WIN. Shotgun blasts to the face hurt like a bitch, regardless of whether you had Aura or not!
"Typical…" Joan groaned in annoyance.
"What's the matter, scared?" Yang mocked. Secretly disappointed by her opponent's lukewarm reaction, Yang fell back on pushing the same button she'd exploited earlier. "You can always run back to your brother…"
Anger returned to Joan's face, the Arc readying herself. Yang smirked internally. 'Too easy' she chuckled, aiming the gauntlets behind her. Yang unloaded their chambers, using their momentum to run towards her opponent, vowing to not fall for the same trick twice.
The second the blonde berserker was close enough she shot to the side with almost pinpoint accuracy, ending up right behind the blonde warrior. Yang used what was left of her momentum to drive a kick at the girl's back, intending on driving her away. …at least that HAD been the plan, right up until Joan slammed her blade down over her own shoulder. The improvised parry had the effect of substantially softening the blow of Yang's surprise attack.
It still hadn't been enough to stop the Arc from sliding a few feet, Joan turning on her heel as quickly as she could. The swordswoman darted off to the side and around Yang, her father's lessons running through her mind. 'A moving target is much more difficult to hit… never sit still for long!' It was an important lesson, no doubt about it. The troubling part was that ordinary Grimm didn't use any strategy, short of rudimentary instinct. On top of that, the most dangerous encounters were typically when the Grimm attacked en masse. In a scenario such as that, staying in motion would be impractical at best. …had that been a lesson against HUMAN opponents?
Yang smirked at the scene, throwing herself into motion once more, sprinting forward. Her quick legwork brought her to within a few feet of her opponent. During her charge Yang had fired her gauntlets again several times, making her movements more random and frantic.
'Not gonna fell for that one again!' Joan swore. She readied herself, the blade at the side of Joan's body pointed at the boxer. The only way Yang could hit her was if she both closed the distance between them AND got past Joan's guard. 'Fat chance I'll let her!' Eyes hardening, she jumped back and to the side.
As she did Yang punched the empty spot where Joan had been not a millisecond ago, peppering the space with a shot from her gauntlet for good measure. The whiff seemed annoy the blonde boxer, as she'd used her signature move and it nearly always worked without fail. Yang seemed to speed up even more, now flashing a feral grin. "Are you just going to run away the entire time? Too chicken to face me?" the boxer goaded, continuing to try to hit the blonde warrior.
"Maybe you're just too slow? If this is all you need to get into Beacon, then their standards are WAY too low…" Joan snarked back. If her opponent wanted to use insults to distract her, then Joan would follow suit… despite it not being her style.
Yang frowned, lunging into the air. Now a fair distance away from Joan she smirked, aiming her fists forward. She began to rapidly punch the air in front of her.
'Idiot… there's no way that she's going to hit- Shit!' Eyes popping open in shock, Joan jumped away just as the area she'd vacated exploded. Obviously, the boxer had a hell of a lot more range than she'd revealed up till now.
'What the hell?! She can hit me from there?!' The young Arc cursed quietly, left with no choice but to deploy her shield. Joan took cover behind it for several seconds, desperately needing the time to come up with a new strategy. While hell was raining down upon her, every second counted.
"What's the matter? Did you stop to tie your shoes, or something?" Yang crowed, continuing to fire at her opponent.
'I need to take her down.' Joan peeked out from behind her shield, shocked to realize that the boxer was nowhere to be seen. Before she'd even managed to glance away from where she had last seen Yang, Joan was blown to the side.
Years of training kicked in, Joan dragging her sword against the ground to stop herself from flying away. She shook her head to clear it… only to see Yang dashing right at her, a winning smirk on her face and her fist at the ready.
Joan's blade came shooting up the second she could manage it… only to be stopped by one of the blonde's gauntlets. 'Shit!' Not a second later a punch slammed into her gut, powerful enough to nearly lift her off the ground. The Arc was given almost no time to recover, two more punches landing on her chest.
She thanked the Two Brothers; if she hadn't had Aura, she more than likely would have been crippled! Who in the hell punched someone with a fucking shotgun attached to their arm?!
The next hit came as an uppercut to her chin, Joan probably had a few moments before she'd be down for the count. The shield on her arm swung up, saving her from experiencing the unpleasant feeling of getting blown sky-high.
The clang of metal against metal rang out loudly, Joan pushing her shield away. She parried Yang's arm, leaving the boxer open for an attack… only to be stopped, Yang free arm swinging up to block the strike.
The blonde berserker spun in her spot, kicking Joan's shield (and the girl attached to it) several feet away. Thank Oum she didn't have shotguns on her bloody feet!
"Not bad, New Girl. …and here I thought you'd be out cold by now… Maybe I should take you seriously?" Yang mocked, prowling around her opponent. The crowd cheered and howled, clearly out for blood.
Joan mimicked the jester. "Really now? You claim to be the best around, yet you still haven't knocked me out. Despite all of your surprises, and the fact I've never seen you fight before… You sure as hell didn't pull any of your punches, either…" The young Arc smirked back. "Why not come on over here and finish the job?" Joan beat her sword against her shield, taunting the boxer.
Yang started running, firing her gauntlets behind her and shooting forward like a bullet. The boxer quickly appraised the metal shield spinning towards her face, moving her head to the side with only a second to spare. Her gaze quickly shot back to her opponent. "Got you!" Yang crowed, moments away from utilizing her combo and finishing Joan off.
Too engrossed in where she was planning to strike, Yang failed to notice the smile on Joan's face. Something hit the back of her head, breaking her focus. That was all the invitation Joan needed. She swung her blade at Yang's face, knocking the brawler's head to the side with all the force she had. Joan spun and sent an upward slash into the boxer's ribs, knocking her away and dragging her face across the floor.
"Now, stay down…" Joan lifted her arm, her shield rattling on the ground and flying directly at her before connecting to her arm once more. 'The best? Ha! Don't make me laugh…' the young Arc snickered. Then she heard someone talking… no, they were cackling.
Yang very slowly rose up from her spot on the ground, a big smile on her face. "Well… didn't expect that one… That's on me…" the blonde admitted coolly, she locked eyes with Joan.
Yang looked different, her hair more alive than only a minute earlier. It was actually shining, to the point of it being nearly blinding. As Joan stared at Yang with apprehension, the boxer's eyes seemed to flicker and change from lilac to red.
The berserker's arms snapped to her sides. She clenched her fists, a few dozen empty hulls popping out of her gauntlets and falling to the floor. She pulled about a dozen or so new shells from her sides, throwing them into the air. She elegantly snapped them into her gantlets, all without ever moving her eyes off her opponent.
"Now, let's see if YOU can stay standing…" Yang growled, moving into a guarded stance.
'Is she using her Semblance?' Joan puzzled, trying to remember if she'd ever heard about Yang's Semblance before. 'No, it doesn't matter… I've just got to stay on my toes, make sure to dodge. …and if she does get me? I'll have a nice surprise waiting for her' the young Arc vowed, focusing on her Aura and her own Semblance.
The berserker rushed forward, moving straight ahead, one clear objective in mind.
Joan did the same, refusing to remain a stationary target, she swung her sword down.
The two were merely feet away from one another when a figure appeared right in between them. Yang's fist was directed to the ground, Joan's sword stopped by a different blade. The ground exploded off to the side, the resulting cloud of debris having to dissipate before either could see what had happened.
Between the two girls now stood the pair's long-forgotten referee, a cocky smirk adorning his face. "I think that's enough for now, don't you?" the teacher teased.
"Uncle Qrow? What are you doing?" Yang questioned, now more confused than angry.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he shot back, a little annoyed. "I'm just making sure that you don't go overboard and destroy a training arena… like the last one?"
"I didn't destroy it…" the blonde boxer pouted.
"You brought the roof down! What did you think that meant?" Qrow growled, facepalming. He was far too sober for this, despite that he was drinking even now.
"Wait… so, C-ring on the east side of school? That was you?" Joan asked, staring at the blonde berserker. "I always thought that it was just an accident… But, now I get it…" Joan smirked.
"Yep! Now you gotta see why you're so lucky that my uncle stopped me…" By Yang's cocky tone, it was obvious that she was WAY too proud of her "record".
"Excuse me? He stopped BOTH of us… But, I DO see what you mean… …you blonde gorilla…" Joan shot back in a biting tone. Her brother would probably be upset that she'd stooped to such a level, resorting to insults and name-calling, but this stupid slut couldn't see reason.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, YOU BITCH?!" Yang shouted in anger. She lunged past her uncle, who grabbed her arm and held her in place.
"YOU HEARED ME, YOU BLONDE GORILLA!" Joan yelled back, she too was struggling to get to her opponent.
Qrow was left stuck in the middle of two teens out for blood, a loud groan boiled out of him. 'I'm NEVER having kids…' the older huntsman vowed… Somehow, all of this was Taiyang's fault… Or, at least SOMEONE blonde.
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Jaune rested on the bed, having recently finished attending to his "customer". He attempted to catch his breath, staring away from the beauty in his arms. He was back inside the same hotel room it had first started, where he'd become a man. The clear night sky could be seen through the window, the stars twinkling around the shattered moon.
"Not bad Jaune… not bad at all~" a sensual voice purred.
"You say that… but you always say that after we're done… I'm honestly starting to think that you only tell it to me to make me feel better" the blonde teen muttered, his gaze drifting to the white-haired woman pressed up against him. Lisa Lavender… the head news anchor of Vale. He hadn't even found out until AFTER he'd already slept with her. That had come as a surprise for him… So much so, that he'd fainted on the spot.
"Please… I think you can tell by now that you did a good job… I wouldn't come back, if you didn't…" the older beauty chided. Objectively speaking, Lisa was telling the absolute truth, the young Arc had significantly improved over the last two and half weeks… He'd transformed from hopeless and inexperienced, into quite a decent lover… There had even been a few, rare occasions when she'd even say he'd been great! The fact he was in phenomenal shape, that he was always so eager to please and attend to her every whim… It was just what she'd needed… except that she'd already had her fun with him.
The pair relaxed in bed, having done the deed for the third time that evening. The blonde teen was lying on his back, Lisa sprawled out on his chest. She'd decided to stay there after they had finished, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles. She stared into his eyes, one of her fingers repeatedly grazing his right nipple. She languidly played with him, delighting in her ability to STILL make him hard. "Besides… you don't hate it… I can guarantee that!" She smirked at him.
"Of course not! There's no way that I can regret this, it's been great, but-" the blonde teen retorted.
"You still haven't taken any other clients" the older woman interjected. Lisa had taken it upon herself to contact Junior, discreetly fishing to see if the blonde boy had taken her advice to heart. Jaune's boss had informed her that Jaune had expressed interest, the teenager agreeing to take on more customers like herself. But, despite the Arc's alleged willingness to expand his clientele… so far, he'd still only met up with her.
"It's… It's just… how am I supposed to even start?" Jaune moaned. "Do I just ask some of the women I know from The Club if they want me to work "overtime"?" His tone ALONE was enough to make her laugh.
"I can just picture it! 'Hey there, ladies… want to have a look at the famous Arc sword?' Pfft!" The woman started cracking up again at the thought.
"I'm glad that my misery is able to bring you so much amusement…" the blonde teen groused. Jaune's friendly banter was leagues different from the stilted, awkward words he'd had to offer their first night together. After what they'd shared, and the numbers of times they'd met, the blonde was far more comfortable with her then he'd been initially.
"I like to find amusement where I can… It's a part of my job after all, remember?" The older woman giggled to herself. "…and what misery? You're going to get paid to "spend time" with women…"
"Well, unfortunately I've already reached the top in that regard… I doubt that anyone else is going to be as beautiful as you…" Jaune declared, his hand rubbing her slender waist.
"Ohh… not bad, Jaune… I'll give you full marks on that one!" the woman mused. 'He's making this part SO difficult… But, that just makes it all the more important to nip this in the bud' she thought sadly. "I think that I've had my fill… for now…"
"Your fill? Do you mean you need to go?" Jaune asked, staring at the woman.
"Yes, I do…" She slid out of Jaune's gentle grasp, walking over to the chair that had her clothes draped over it.
"So… I'll see you in a few days? Or, next week?" the blonde teen questioned hopefully.
"No… I think that I've gotten enough for now… I should be good…" The woman started getting dressed, purposely forcing her gaze away from him.
"You- Oh, right… this was a short-term thing…" The blonde teen tried, and failed, to hide the disappointment in his voice.
'Oh… he sounds so heartbroken.' Typically, Lisa would have been thrilled by how quickly her partner had grown attached to her. It would mean that she'd successfully imprinted herself onto him, just like she'd wanted. Doing so usually made Lisa feel like a REAL woman… beautiful, desirable, sexy, a goddess in the flesh. …but, this time, his dismay only made it harder for her. "It's not you Jaune, it's me… Your performance is quite good, I just want someone new… That's just the kind of person I am…" the older woman explained to him gently. She couldn't stand the idea of being exclusive, she never could… she'd always loved her freedom far too much. In her younger days, she'd taken a new lover to bed nearly every night. The only real reason that had stopped was Lisa's fame, both her blessing and her curse. Still… nearly three straight weeks with the same partner was VERY unusual for her, despite her newfound caution upon finding herself a minor celebrity. Best to end things now, before she ran the danger of catching feelings. "…but you should definitely stick with this!" the beauty advised him. Now fully covered, Lisa was intent on proving to herself that she was still every bit the man-eater she'd long prided herself on being. She turned around, forcing herself to look at Jaune's expression.
The boy looked like a kicked puppy, eyes wet and bottom lip quivering. "W-Well… maybe I might come back and see you, at some point…" Lisa didn't understand, what the hell she was doing?! Why give him hope, when she didn't intend to see him again?
"You w-will?!", the boy didn't even try to hide his exuberance.
"S-Sure…" she lied. The whole reason for Lisa hiring Jaune to begin with, was because she wanted someone new on a regular basis. The real purpose of THAT was to AVOID any attachments, at least on her part. Jaune had already proven to be significantly more dangerous than normal in that regard, disqualifying him from the roster of her "regulars". There was no reason for her to give him hope… Still, she did anyway. "But… from now on, I'm only willing to accept the best… If that's you… I might just give you another try." She glanced at him again, comforted by his now-smiling face.
"I'll do it! I'll keep going!" The blonde Arc looked far more alive than he had only minutes prior.
"Good… Well it was fun Jaune, see you around…" She winked at the boy before walking out of the room.
'Well… that was enjoyable… I'll be sure to have a nice talk with Junior about my next toy…' the anchor mused, walking towards the elevator.
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A few weeks had passed since Jaune's last "appointment" with Lisa. True to her words, she hadn't called on him again. From what his boss had told him, she'd had her fill for a bit. Lisa would contact Junior again, when she wanted someone new.
The blonde boy did as he'd promised, informing his boss that he was ready to take on a couple new clients. As soon as he'd committed to Junior, the older man admitted to already having several offers on hand. Most were Jaune's regulars from the bar… women that he'd talked to a number of times. Jaune wasn't sure what to think about the fact that a few of his best customers looked at him that way… or that they'd already approached Junior (unsolicited, no less!) to ask if Jaune provided any "special" services. Despite being a few years older than him, he still found them quite beautiful… Jaune had honestly thought they were just being friendly, the blonde dismissing their subtle (or, if they'd had a little too much to drink, overt) propositions as good-natured teasing. According to his boss, they'd been interested in 'renting him' for a few hours, or even a full night in some cases.
It was awkward at first, at least for him… But, they had all been extremely kind and gentle towards him. Saying it was okay to be nervous, or that they would made sure he enjoyed himself. He'd applied his limited skills as best he could, helping to refine them a bit in the process. That they had been more than enough, at least for now, had come as a bit of a relief.
He recalled his very first customer after Lisa, she had been a ravenette women named Vella. She'd been quite the looker, and only seemed a few years older than him. Vella had been eager to chat, sharing a drink with him at the start. When it was apparent that his nerves had eased a bit, she'd made her move. From there, it had gone as one would have expected.
In the end, she had been left quite satisfied… Sweating, shaking, mumbling to herself, with a beautiful smile on her face. She'd been a bit less demanding and aggressive than Lisa, though she'd reached her finish much faster. Jaune couldn't say he was surprised, Vella was a textbook case of a frustrated housewife. She'd admitted as much when they'd talked over that first drink. All he'd needed to do was make sure to focus on what she asked for, right until she was ready for the main event. From there he'd dived in headfirst, all while making sure to pace himself as much as possible.
It had proven to be a shrewd strategy, if the words his boss had waiting for him back at The Club were any indication.
"I got a call about your little side job." There was a shit-eating grin on the older man's face. "Not bad, from what I heard… Definitely delivered, from what she told me…" His teasing made the younger boy blush heavily, Jaune glancing away in embarrassment. This was all still fairly new to him, after all.
"So, I take it that… you're still open to continuing?" Junior prodded optimistically, seeing yet another opportunity in the young Arc. The older man remembered the call he'd received from Lisa after her final night with Jaune. It had been surprising to hear that she was satisfied… at least for now. She had mentioned something about work requiring her utmost attention, and that she'd be occupied for a while. Lisa had taken great pains to explain that Jaune had a lot of potential in the business… provided he was willing to see new clients. But what was really fascinating to Junior hadn't even been what she'd said, but that she'd bothered to do so at all. Lisa would probably never admit to it, on pain of death, but he couldn't help but speculate that the lovable goof had gotten under even Lisa's infamously-thick skin.
That had been all the leader of The Red Axe Gang needed, to want the blonde to continue with his side job. Anyone that could SURVIVE that woman, let alone leave an impression on her, definitely had what it took to make a LOT of lien… and Junior would be entitled to a cut of the proceeds! Not to mention how good Jaune had been for his club already, the popularity of both his establishment and its star bartender rising in tandem. Hell, he didn't even need to spread the word about his newest "independent contractor", a noticeable portion of his clients had ALREADY inquired if the young bartender was "on the menu".
After a bit of encouragement on Junior's part, pointing out all the advantages thereof, he received an actual promise from his newest employee to keep working as a gigolo part-time.
He set the blonde teen up with an apartment near The Club, inside of a complex located in a nicer area of Vale. After all, it would only hinder business if any clients were attacked before they arrived or after they left. The fact that it was located in a relatively quiet area would keep the useless cops even farther away from the whole thing… not that Hei expected them get off their asses and actually do anything. A big bonus was that particular complex was actually owned by Junior, he had several other "independent contractors" located there too. Not only did keeping them together make it much simpler for his gang to make sure they remained unmolested, the prostitutes and gigolos helped keep each other safe too. Jaune may have been a shit hunter, but for a civilian… he was actually fairly dangerous. Those abs you could grate cheese on, were good for more than just being eye-candy for the customers…
Junior made sure to explain a Scroll app that his other 'workers' used, something that made the whole thing run as smoothly as possible. It was called "Ticket To Ride". He hadn't named it, obviously. Junior had wanted to christen it 'Bumps In The Night', or something witty like that. Sadly, he'd been informed by the twins that such a name would make it near impossible for many customers to use it. They had droned on and on about things like "plausible deniability", as well as "subtlety". Honestly, they had no taste!
The app allowed customers to anonymously schedule sessions between themselves and their choice of "contractor", or a randomly chosen one. The interface would even reject any appointments scheduled for when Jaune wasn't "open for business", an Oumsend if he was with someone who wasn't aware of his little side job. It gave clients the option to specify which of Jaune's services they were interested in ahead of time, even listing the associated fees if the sex-worker was so inclined (although few of them were). However, Junior had drawn the line at processing electronic payments through the app. What did they think he was, crazy?! All of this helped ensure that his 'workers' would experience as little hassle as possible, minimized the risk clients would run into each other, kept both workers AND clients out of the police's sight, prevented family or acquaintances from walking into something they shouldn't have, …and helped Junior make sure he got his cut of EVERY "transaction".
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The young Arc was in the middle of one of his few nights off from work. He had something very important to do at the moment, gazing thoughtfully at the man on the other side of the counter awaiting his response.
But there was no way for him to know which choice was the right one, there were just so many of them!
"Sir?" the man prompted, confused by the blonde's lack of response.
He had to do it! He HAD to CHOOSE!
"One!" the Jaune responded.
"One?" the older man parroted, bewildered.
"One of each!" the boy elaborated.
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A few nights earlier, Jaune had been walking towards the back of The Club. He'd intended to change out of his uniform, as his shift was done for the night. As Jaune had done so he'd spotted a familiar person, his objective changing immediately. The blonde had moved towards the individual, looking forward to saying hello.
"Oh, hey kid! How are you holding up?" asked a smiling Roman. He was sitting in the VIP area in his usual spot, drinking a whiskey on the rocks.
"Hey Roman, I'm doing fine. Great, actually!" the young Arc enthused, taking a seat across from the fashionable man.
Roman seemed delighted, smirking at the response. "I bet… considering what I heard from your boss. I take it that "business" has been good?"
"Um- Yeah… you know…" Curse his stutter, it was always awkward to talk about his side-job with someone for the first time. Junior and a few of his men were already in the know, though they never mentioned it (per their boss's instructions).
"Hey, I'm not judging you or anything… If I wasn't so swamped with my work, and my fans, I'd probably be stealing all of your clients." The older man smiled.
Jaune nodded in response. "Then I'm glad I don't have to worry about you just yet!" the blonde teen answered, smiling back.
Roman laughed in amusement, he didn't regret helping this guy out at all. Speaking of which… "Say, Kid… I was kind of hoping to run into you here, actually." The admission encouraged the blonde to listen closely. "I have… a meeting with an important individual soon… I seem to recall you asking if there was anything you could help me with?"
The second he reminded Jaune, the Arc's eyes opened wide. "Yes! Whatever it is, I'll help!" he quickly offered, noting the older man's expression. "You probably saved my life Roman, I can't thank you enough for it. I'll do whatever I can!" Jaune enthused.
"That's what I like to hear! But don't worry, I'm not asking you for a kidney or anything… All I wanted to ask, is could you spend some time with my assistant?" the master thief inquired. Roman wanted to keep his pint-sized trump card out of sight for a bit, what better way than dumping the little psycho on the blonde kid who owed her his life?
"Neo? Really? That's what you want from me?" the boy asked incredulously.
Roman nodded in response. "Correct! You don't have a problem with that, right?"
"Far from it! I've been wanting to thank her personally, I'll be glad to!" The young Arc was smiling broadly as he spoke.
"Happy to hear it, I'll let you know the date later…" Roman grinned, at least he'd gotten Neo's new babysitter sorted out. Not that he'd refer to Jaune like that… out loud… to his face. It was a good thing, too. Otherwise, Roman would have been forced to ask his assistant to lay low for a while. Problem was, when Neo got bored, everyone around her became a source of entertainment in her eyes. That tended to make NOT drawing attention to herself a dubious proposition… especially with a woman as "stabby" as Neo…
The two continued chatting about current events and whatnot, the older man catching Jaune's attention when a specific topic came up.
"Semblance?" the young blonde prompted, this was the first time he'd heard the term in many years.
"Yeah, you know… that thing that makes it possible to move faster, or lift bullheads? Or, do pretty much whatever? Yeah, that…" the thief explained with a scoff.
The blonde teen's eyes were shining in awe at this new insight. Hunters had SUPERPOWERS?! No wonder they could be as badass as they were in those stories he'd loved! Could he fly? Would he be able to punch a Goliath to death with a single strike? Was it possible to shoot lasers from his EYES?! A tap on his shoulder roused Jaune from his daydream, his gaze snapped back to the older man.
"I'm picking up some sort of fascination from you… a lien for your thoughts?" Roman prompted, even if he could easily guess what was on the blonde's mind.
"I was just thinking about how awesome having a Semblance would be!" Jaune stared at the fashionable thief, recalling how Roman had been the one who'd unlocked his Aura. "How do I-", he swallowed the lump in his throat, "…get my own?"
Roman's eyes closed, he took a short sip of his drink. "I'd be careful what you wish for, Jaune… While they can be quite powerful, and are usually very useful… they can become a CRUTCH. Many hunters and huntresses with the so-called "good" Semblances often rely on them far too much, becoming overly dependent on their power. …not to mention the fact that they are often unlocked by life-or-death struggles. So, trust me on this… If it DOES happen… you'll probably wish it HADN'T…"
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"Okay… here you go lad!" The older man behind the counter smiled as he handed the blonde teen his order. Two large cones of ice cream, with five balls of different colors and flavors for each of them.
Jaune fished out the necessary lien and paid the man, grabbing a cone in each hand. Leaving the counter, he pushed his back against the door, carefully exiting the shop. The blonde instantly spotted the small woman leaning on the side of the building.
"Thanks for waiting!" he enthused, smiling broadly. Jaune moved closer to his pink-haired companion. "Here you go…" He handed Neo her own ice cream, eyeing the other one still in his hand. The young Arc had vowed to do something for his pink-haired savior at some point, but he hadn't wanted to come across as pushy or rude. Both Neo and Roman were probably very busy with their work. Naturally, he'd jumped at the chance to thank his savior in person. After only a brief chat with Roman, Jaune had learned what he could do for the small beauty.
Neo smiled as she took the cone from the blonde, happily licking away. Her tongue flickered around a few flavors… sliding up and down, before giving the treat a soft suck. She glanced at the blonde next to her out of the corner of her eye.
Jaune was staring off to the side, clearly embarrassed by the semi-sensual sight. The Arc was currently berating himself, for sexualizing what was no doubt Neo's perfectly innocent attempt to enjoy her treat. Jaune just hoped he wouldn't think about Neo when he was with his next client…
The small woman smirked upon seeing the boy blush and look away. Dear Oum, this boy was so much FUN. There was just something about the blonde Arc… Perhaps it was his innocence, or his friendly demeanor towards everyone. It really made her want to PLAY with him…
Neo recalled the last time she'd decided to enter Junior's club. She'd come to mess with some unsuspected victim, like she often did when she was bored. That, or when Roman was busy and didn't want to involve her… While skulking around, she'd discovered some VERY interesting facts about The Club's newest addition. After eavesdropping on the twins (who seemed more irritated than usual), she'd found out about blondie's little side-gig. Her interest had instantly been sparked, she moved closer to Junior's office.
"So, I take it that… you're still open to continuing?" the leader of The Red Axe Gang had asked, receiving an affirmative from the young (and apparently not so innocent) blonde.
Neo's eyes gleamed. She smirked at the information that had fallen into her lap. How long had it been, since she'd had fun with a different sort of blade…? It probably didn't help matters that Neo was often very… enthusiastic. Civilians tended to… stop breathing, even when Neo's playtime involved ninety percent less steel and one hundred percent fewer pieces of clothing. But blondie had an unlocked Aura, she'd watched Roman do the deed himself! Which was important… for once. After all, she doubted Roman would be happy if Jaune ended up "broken". Junior either, for that matter. Neo didn't know how much the blonde charged, but it hardly mattered to a successful lady such as herself. Besides, she would DEFINITELY be getting her money's worth. One way… or the other!
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Chapter uploaded on March 3