Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out you guys, but she's here now and I hope you enjoy. Not much of our Naru gang cause we're partying at Kanpai for this chapter. As a note before you read, if you want to see it like I am, I picture Kubo as a mix of Seiya from Sailor Moon and Akira from School Rumble. I don't really have anything to compare the other characters to so invision what you want, lol. This chapter might seem like filler, but it definitely pushes the plot forward. Exciting things are about to happen!

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The second half of the first semester was flying by way faster than I had expected it to. After mine and Shikamaru's midnight escapade, I knew I was skating on thin ice so I tried to keep a low profile over the next couple of weeks. I kept my schedule to going to school, coming home, going to work on the days I had to, and then coming home and going to sleep. I recalled, annoyed, that I didn't want any of my other secrets getting out.

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It was the Monday after the sleepover and the girls and I had just made our customary walk towards the street so I could have my regular 'after lunch' vape session. When we approached the guys congregated on their usual bench, I could immediately tell something was up from the curious way Naruto kept looking at me.

"Okay, I'm gonna rip your eyes out of your head if they find my tits one more time Naruto," I rolled my eyes, drawing the attention of the other guys at the mention of my private parts.

"Sorry Raki," he bashfully looked down for a moment before looking back up at me, "It's just….can I see it?"

"See what?!" I crossed my arms while looking at him incredulously, now noticing that Shikamaru had slammed his face into his hand and was shaking his head back and forth.

Naruto looked around before whispering, "The tattoo…."

"His eyes, your mouth! What the fuck Shika?! Is that what you wanted the picture for?" I was seriously considering finding a new best friend.

"Well that's not exactly how it happened. What the fuck man?! I told you not to make a big deal about it," he glared at our blonde male friend.

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Once the beans had been spilt and my entire group of friends knew about my tattoo, I swore them to secrecy. By lightheartedly threatening them with the potential of some mild violence I was hopeful that I had convinced them not to talk about it. The more it got around, the closer my brother got to finding out. He'd go through the roof, and when he landed…well that'd be the end of my social life.

In order to keep my promise to my brother and all ten toes in line, I had even started to study in some of my spare time. I had a few months until this semester's finals and I wanted to be twice as prepared as I had been for the midterms. The better I did, the less Obito would be in my business. I would have plenty of time to study though, in about two weeks school would let out for summer vacation.

It would be a lot easier to manage working and studying without having to go to school for half the damn day. I was even looking forward to the possibility of having time to improve my social calendar, and actually having a life outside of school and work.

'Maybe I can get Haru to take me out for a dinner.' I thought. I wasn't interested in him romantically-which he knew, but we always had a fun time when we hung out after my shifts. He had been pestering me to hang out outside of Kanpai, and after getting to know him a little more, I felt comfortable enough to trust him. He was a nice guy and his flirting was lighthearted, not vulgar and creepy. Sakura and Hinata had also mentioned wanting to go to the beach, so needless to say I was ready for my hot girl summer.

As I threw a change of clothes into my little glittery white plastic backpack, I wondered what fresh hell Baki had cooked up for me tonight. Over the past few weeks- not including that first night- some of my tickets had been "mysteriously deleted"; a drink had been spilled on a newly cleaned table in my section; and when my orders matched some of Baki's, the drinks found their way into the hands of her customers first, rather than mine. It would have been petty to retaliate, not that I was above being petty, but I didn't want to stoop to her level. Besides, rather than being pissed, I was more amused. So far I had escaped any kind of repercussions, not even being reprimanded once, which is what I think she had been trying to accomplish.

Kubo had been a fantastic manager, often stepping in for Ms. Yashida, who I almost never saw. Kubo, I suspected, had caught on to Baki's little schemes. That's probably why I never faced any ramifications, but I, nor she, had any proof Baki was sabotaging me so as of yet I didn't have a solution to my "bully" problem. Instead little wisps of karma appeared in the form of things like Haru asking me for my number in front of her, or the girls assigning me the VIP section on nights when Baki wasn't there. I think they only did it because they were intimidated by the bigger section-one waitress took VIP while the rest of the "dining room" was split between the rest. I took it willingly though, and used all the extra practice I could get.

As a result, I had gotten the hang of the waitressing thing, and even managed to recruit a decent following of regulars that requested me-something that I think infuriated Baki. She was the type of girl that needed to be the center of attention, and couldn't stand the thought of competition. I mentally rolled my eyes, preparing myself for the walk to Kanpai and the night ahead knowing that sooner or later our rivalry would have to come to a head. My bet was on sooner.

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'If I was a gambling woman I would have won.' I mused to myself as I sat on my bed staring at two stacks of cash rolled up and secured in rubber bands. There was roughly ¥42,000 there, it was 4:15 a.m. and I had just finished counting it. They mostly consisted of ¥1,000 and ¥5,000 notes but somehow I had ended up getting a couple of ¥10,000 bills. 'Holy shit. Not bad for the first night and a partial shift. This might actually work.' I might actually pull this off.

I didn't know what I wanted to do, but I knew I wanted it to be big, coincidentally meaning I needed big money. I wanted to make an impact, a positive one, and I wanted it to make a difference. Of course, I could always go to my grandfather, as scary as that thought was, and beg for whatever money I needed- provided I furnished a "practical"- his words, "boring ass vanilla"- my words, business plan to go with my request. But where was the fun in that? Besides, his and my definitions of 'practical' quite often clashed. If the money was self made I could do whatever I wanted with it. Hell, I could start a sex toy company if I wanted to, but that might actually put Grandfather in the ground, and his hateful ass would probably haunt me for it.

I looked around my room trying to decide where to stash the rolls of money. Clearly my nightstand table was not safe from Obito's prying eyes. I shuddered, remembering the midterm report fiasco. My eyes continued to scan until they landed on my closet. I had never known him to prowl in there so I got up and opened the door on the right side. I looked up at the highest shelf that wrapped around the top of the closet. There was a round fancy pink box that I had gotten from a high end lingerie store, something that Ito wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. He refused to acknowledge the fact that I was old enough for stuff like that so I tried not to shove it in his face.

I grabbed the box down, threw the rolls in, pushed the lid back down, and set it back up in its little home. I was confident that my mini hoard was safe for now, but I knew it was only a temporary solution. Sooner or later I would have to put this in a bank account, and not one that my brother knew about or had access to. That wouldn't be that hard to achieve. 'All I'll need is my ID, my hanko, and my Shikamaru' I mused. I would get him to go with me to set up the account, and maybe use my last few ramen coupons to treat him as a thanks. I gave my head a short nod as if confirming my plan with myself and sat back down on my bed.

I peeled off my clothes and tossed them on top of an already formed pile in the corner. I grabbed the large t-shirt that I had worn to bed the night before and slipped it over my head. After plugging my phone in to charge I crawled over to my nightstand and opened the drawer. I kept a small glass pipe and a little pink plastic container inside, along with a lighter and a pack of rolling papers. I filled the bowl of the pipe and took a hit as I turned my tv on.

At this point it was almost five in the morning so rather than try my luck with cable, I opted to use a streaming service instead. I settled for old reruns of Cute Soldier Sayako, and laid down on my side getting comfortable under the blanket I had pulled over me. As I blew out a mouthful of smoke, I noticed the glint of the sun coming up on the horizon out of the corner of my eye. I smirked as I reveled in how the events of the evening had unfolded.

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It was right after one in the morning and I had just delivered a round of drinks to one of the more rowdy tables we'd had tonight. I walked back up to the side of the bar to return the large round drink tray. Just then, a tall girl with electric blonde, shoulder-length pigtails walked up to where Haru and I were standing. The noise of the little purple beads sewn onto her bikini made a symphony of 'clinks' and 'clacks' as they bounced against the sequins sewn onto the matching mesh dress she wore over the top of it. It was Hotaru, well that was her stage name anyway, I hadn't gotten to talk to her enough to find out her real name.

"Hey hot stuff! You looked great out there!" Haru smiled, giving her a thumbs up.

She rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth turned upwards in a smile, "Thanks Haru. Hey hun, I'm going to go in the back and get ready for my last set. Bring me a Mai Tai will ya?" She directed the last bit towards me.

"Sure thing," I nodded and looked over to Haru, who had already begun mixing the drink.

As she walked off I leaned back up against the counter trying to distribute the weight off my toes. They had been crammed into my high heels all night and my feet were starting to ache. I scanned the area with the tables and watched as Yoko began to struggle with one of the two large and full drink trays she was carrying. I turned back to Haru. He was almost done with Hotaru's drink, but I didn't think Yoko would make it that long.

My feet moved without really thinking. I crossed the space between us quickly and came up behind her just as the tray on the right began to wobble out of her hand. I secured it with both hands and pulled it towards me, freeing her to grab the remaining tray with both hands. She let out an audible 'phewww' and looked at me. When out eyes met we shared a laugh while a few of the men at the table playfully applauded my save. I helped her by handing out the drinks on the tray that I had snatched up. When the last drink found its owner I gave a little bow and offered to turn in the tray for her.

"Thanks for the save. I owe you one," she grinned, handing me the other tray.

"No problem, I thought I'd save us both a mess. Isn't Baki supposed to be out here helping you?" I turned and looked around the sea of tables, but the dark blue bob was no where to be seen. None of us were supposed to be on break so I wondered where she had run off to.

"She is but I haven't seen her recently," Yoko looked around for said signature hairstyle of our coworker.

I shrugged my shoulders and hurried back up to the bar. 'I bet Hotaru's drink is watered down now.' I sighed, making a sour face. When I got up to the bar the counter was empty. Haru was talking to someone on the dance floor as he handed them a bottle of beer. I set the trays back on top of the stack before waving my hand to get his attention. It only took a second for him to look my direction. He nodded his head in acknowledgement before walking over.

"What's up Princess?" He grinned.

"Hey what happened to Hotaru's drink?" I gestured towards the counter.

"Didn't you give it to her?' He cocked an eyebrow.

"No. Yoko was about to dump about a pint of gin and half a jar of olives onto the carpet, so I ran over there to help her," I pointed over to the tables and turned back to look at him throroughly confused.

"Well someone took it. Maybe they took it to her," He shrugged.

"I'll go check. I'll let you know if we need another one," I heaved a sigh and headed towards the back.

I hoped that I had gotten lucky and the drink that she had asked me for had found its way to her. I wasn't that close to her and I didn't want to give her a bad impression and piss her off. Something like that might get back to Kubo and Yashida and I couldn't risk losing my job now. I walked passed the office and breakroom and continued on down the hall. I hung a right around a corner and carried on until I got to the dressing room doors. I knocked on the door and when it swung open I was greeted with Sato's-obviously another stage name- brightly died lilac curls.

"What's up kiddo? Come on in," her bright pink lips smiled at me. Admittedly, I found her the most attractive of all the dancers, and couldn't help but grinning back.

I stepped past her and gazed at the far wall that was one big mirror and the multiple vanity stations lined up side by side. Hotaru was sitting at the first one on the far left. Before I could speak I watched as she took a break from applying her eyeshadow to lift a large glass filled with a pinky, orangish liquid to her lips and take a sip. 'Well that answers my question.'

"Hey hun thanks for bringing my drink all the way back here," she had noticed me in the mirror.

"I…you're welcome, but I didn't drop it off," I arched an eyebrow.

"Oh well," she shrugged, "It got back here somehow."

I gave a shrug of my own and went to walk towards the door, when I paused for a moment in thought and turned around to look at her, "So you didn't actually see who brought you the drink?"

"Nope. I stopped in the office to talk to Kubo for a minute and then here. It was already sitting on my station when I came back here," she yawned.

All I managed was a confused 'hmmm' before I threw Sato a wave and headed back out to the front. I rolled my eyes at the fuckery. At least she had gotten her drink. I had rang it up under my orders for the evening so I didn't want anyone thinking I was stealing drinks after putting them in the computer under the free dancer code. I imagined that would be immediate grounds for termination.

I made my way back out to the front and went to check on my tables. The last show was due to start in about fifteen minutes and I was mindful enough to make sure they had fresh drinks on the way before the girls started to perform. The two business men in fancy, black Italian suits still had half a bottle of scotch at the first table. Most of my other tables still had most of their drinks, except one table with a group of three girls that looked to be university age. I bowed my head before leaving to go to the bar to get some refills.

I leaned against the counter like I often did, while I waited for Haru to finish making the girls' drinks. Without warning, a minor commotion leaked from behind the door to the back. Said black door busted open to reveal a shrieking Sato, a panicked Ayane, and Kubo, who looked like she was on the warpath. I jumped back in surprise and looked over to Haru who was setting my drinks down on a tray.

"I need everyone to step back here with me now," her voice came out harsh over the walkie talkie that was connected to our ear pieces. The waitresses wore them to stay in communication with management, but they were one-way. We could hear instructions from the back, but we couldn't use them to talk.

I was right by her so I heard it come from her mouth, but I saw the other girls' heads snap up. Yoko, Baki, and Nana headed over towards where we had congregated. Yoko looked at me curiously as she darted her eyes over to Kubo as if to ask 'What the hell is going on?' I shrugged as they approached and Kubo threw the door back open.

"You too, Haru," she looked back before crossing the threshold.

Haru and I exchanged glances while I mouthed a 'What the fuck?' He came from behind the counter and filed into the back hallway alongside me and the others. As the last one in, he shut the door behind him as we all formed something resembling a circle. I stood there waiting for Kubo to start speaking. Baki already had a smirk on her face and I found myself wondering why, when the sound of Kubo's voice tore me away from my thoughts.

"Who gave this to Hotaru?" She held up the deep glass, a fourth of the way full with orangish liquid, a half a cherry floating around the glass.

'What the hell? I knew something was off.' I crossed my arms, knowing I should have trusted my gut feeling.

"I heard her ask Kuma for a drink," Baki all-too-quickly volunteered a suggestion as she pointed at me.

Ahh. There it was. This was a set up. I wasn't sure what was going on, but she planned this. Something was up with the drink and all the sudden I wondered what had happened to Hotaru and if she was okay. All eyes fell on me, including Kubo who let out a sigh. I laughed and opened my mouth to defend myself, but Yoko jumped to my aid before I could.

"There's no way she could have given it to her. I watched Hotaru ask Kuma. Haru started making the drink while she waited. I turned back to keep walking to my table. I had two trays. I almost dropped one and right as I was about to Kuma appeared and grabbed it from me. She helped me pass them out and then even offered to return the trays on her way back," Yoko offered to Kubo before looking at me and nodding her head once.

Kubo heaved another sigh, "Anybody else see anything? Wanna share anything?"

Haru stepped forward, "I started taking bar orders after I made the Mai Tai so I didn't see who picked it up, but Kuma wasn't there when I put it on the counter and the first thing she asked when she did show up was ask what happened to the drink. She seemed honestly confused."

Sato then looked at Kubo as if she suddenly remembered, "She came back to the dressing rooms. Hotaru thanked her, but she said it wasn't her. She even asked if we had seen who had dropped it off." She looked at me, as if trying to piece everything together for herself.

Kubo passed the glass to Ayane and looked around the circle waiting to see if anybody else would speak up. When no one did, she crossed her arms before speaking, "If no one has anything else to add, it's clear the guilty party isn't planning on coming forward. I'll have to check the cameras and the offender will face the consequences."

"Is Hotaru okay?" I finally spoke up, wanting to get to the bottom of this, now that I seemed to be a suspect in something nefarious.

"She's in the back resting," Kubo stated.

"Oh come on! You're actually going to believe she didn't do it? Acting all concerned about Hotaru like she didn't put a sleeping drug in her drink! She's so fake!" Baki screeched again pointing at me.

"Are you fu-," I was cut off again, but this time by Kubo.

"Oh really? I don't remember telling anyone about a sleeping drug," Kubo glared as the rest of us turned to look at Baki.

"I…I…but you said…you said she was in the back resting," Baki stammered trying to backtrack.

"Which implies what exactly? She could have had an allergic reaction, or gotten a little too drunk, anything. But you seem to know exactly what happened to her. Matter of fact, you were awfully quick to point out you knew she had asked Kuma for the drink. Seems like you know a lot Baki," Kubo was walking up to her.

"I…I…but she…," the bright red her face had turned, contrasted starkly with her dark blue hair.

"You can explain everything to me in the office," she glared at the shorter girl.

She sputtered and stammered as Kubo began to usher her to the office. As she passed me, our eyes met. I returned her glare with a smug smirk. She growled and literally lunged at me. I leaned back preparing to defend myself, but I didn't have to. Kubo had snatched her up by the collar of her uniform and spun her in the direction of the office.

"You're way out of line! Let's go!" Kubo growled. They disappeared behind the corner and a few minutes later we heard the office door close.

I shook my head and sighed. She had been so hellbent on a one-sided feud that she had created, that she was now facing some probably serious legal consequences. At the very least, I imagined she was going to get fired. I looked at Yoko and Haru my lawyers in the court of public opinion.

"Thanks for sticking up for me guys," I smiled, still a little shook on the inside. I was disturbed that she had actually tried to go as far as harming a co-worker to get me in trouble, not to mention the almost physical assault. I had been right in my judgment that she was more dangerous than Irogawa. I just hadn't known how dangerous.

Kubo appeared from around the corner and dismissed everyone but Sato, Ayane, and myself. When Haru had shut the door back behind him Kubo huffed and rolled her eyes.

"For fuck's sake," she crossed her arms.

"Sorry for causing any trouble," I bowed slightly, still somehow feeling guilty even though I hadn't actually done anything, "How is Hotaru though? Is she going to be okay?"

"She'll be fine. We've got an ambulance and the authorities on the way. But she's not in any shape to dance. That being said, we need to fill her spot, and fast. She was supposed to go on in fifteen minutes," Kubo confirmed.

Ayane and Sato looked at each other, but it was Sato that spoke, "I can go on again. I don't mind, but I have to go get ready now."

Kubo smirked, "Actually I had something else in mind."

The three turned to me, the other two seeming to realize what she was talking. Sato grinned and Ayane giggled. I looked at their faces in momentary confusion before the realization dawned on me.

"What?…Me? I don't know about that, " I waved my hands around in protest.

"You wanna help me out? This is how you do it," she cocked her head to the side.

I sighed, defeated. Kubo was praying upon my desire to be a good employee, and she had been on my side the whole time with this Baki thing. I couldn't help but feel like I owed her, "I want my stage name to be Minaide."

Kubo snorted at my sense of humor, "Deal kid. You can use a house costume tonight. Meet me in the office after your set. It's six minutes of dancing, you think you can shake your ass for that long?"

I laughed, "I think I'm gonna try."

"Get her back in the dressing room and into costume," Kubo waved us off as she headed back towards the office.

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Sato began half-hazardly yanking items off a rack and throwing them in my direction. I sat on a stool, in front of a vanity catching the flying clothes with my arms and piling them in my lap. Ayane had pulled my hair down and began curling sections of it. She handed me some eyeshadow and eyeliner and lipstick and told me to go to work. I spun to face the mirror and began touching up and adding makeup while she finished my hair. I stood up, with not much time left until I was supposed to go on. Not questioning Sato, I began pulling on the clothes she had handed me without really looking at them. After I had finished I looked in the mirror, and if possible, was even more nervous than before.

A pair of metallic silver shorts, I chose to call them shorts even though they felt more like underwear, rode up dangerously high. When I turned to the side, I could see the bottoms of my ass cheeks hanging out. As I turned back to the front, the scoop neck, beaded halter top jiggled, threatening to reveal even more cleavage than what was already showing. Was I really about to go out there half naked like this and try to dance? I had seen the stacks of money the girls had counted back here, so yeah, I guess I was, but there was no denying I was nervous.

Sato must have picked up on it because she walked over to me, "Here, let me go get you a drink to calm you down before you go on."

"Just don't let Baki bring it to me," I grimaced.

She snorted in laughter before disappearing out the door. Ayane walked over and looked me up and down as if to inspect me to see if I was ready. She crossed her arms and I gave her a little turn around.

"Okay, so I don't think you can pull off the sweet and innocent look so we're just gonna have to go for confident and sexy. You think you can handle that?" She looked at me expectantly.

"I…think so," I sighed while shrugging.

"Ok you're gonna want to do a lot of this," she bent and slapped her ass, I nodded, "and this," she shook her breasts.

I palmed my face with my hand, "What have I gotten myself into?"

She laughed, "You'll be fine. Just pretend you're in your room with your friends just listening to music."

"I don't think I'd smack my ass like that for my friends," I giggled.

"Well then pretend you're dancing for your crush," she wiggled her eyebrows.

She walked me over to the door in the corner of the dressing room. On the other side was a short hallway that led to a set of stairs that put you up on stage. Sato had just come back and met us over in the corner.

"Here, down this and you'll be fine," she handed me a tall cylindrical glass full of pink liquid.

I took it and followed her instructions, coughing from the stoutness afterwards. She patted me on the back while Ayane opened the door for me. They ushered me to the bottom of the short staircase. I turned back to look at them. When I did, I was met with their smiles and two pairs of hands shooing me up the stairs. I took the few steps up and was standing on the edge of the stage behind the large, velvety black curtain.

"We have a treat for our final performance tonight! You're all lucky enough to witness the debut of Kanpai's brightest new star…give it up for our sexy little Minaide," Natsu, the announcer's, voice boomed over the speakers.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as the music started. I felt like a mouse in a room full of rattlesnakes. It had been queued up for Hotaru so I had neither picked the song, nor had a routine readily available. I took one more look back at Sato and Ayane, who were still there, still waiting with encouraging smiles, before sauntering out onto the middle of the stage.

I heard hollering and whistles as I began to move my body to the upbeat song. I tried to follow the instructions I had learned at Ayane's 'Three Minute School of Dance'. I bent over and traced my hands up my leg, smacking my ass when the climaxing beat dropped, the crowd responding with cheers. I thought back to what Ayane said about dancing for my crush. I imagined in my head that I was across a crowded dance floor and Kakashi and I had just noticed each other. All of the sudden it was just him and I, and I was seducing him over to my side of the club. I gyrated my hips and untangled my hands from my hair, running them down, along my body grabbing the fabric that covered my chest and squeezing, teasing the front row.

Six minutes went by quick enough and before long I was posing with the last beat of the song. The crowd cheered and for the first time I had noticed the paper bills that littered the stage. I gave a wave and blew the audience a kiss before skipping over to the side of the stage and behind the curtain. There were club employees that would collect the money and give it to me at the end of the night, but right now I was headed back to the dressing room to put my waitress uniform back on. I opened the door and was bombarded with hugs from my two 'Fairy God-Strippers'.

Ayane giggled as she jumped up and down, "You did soooo good! Imagine next week when you get to pick your own music and outfits!"

"Next week?" I looked at her confused.

She brought her hand up to her mouth, "Oops…I spilled the beans! Just get changed and go see Kubo."

She giggled and walked away. Sato patted me on the back once more before following Ayane. I imagined they were getting changed into street clothes and getting ready to go home. I followed suit and changed back into my street clothes, stuffing my black and red waitress dress in my backpack and throwing the silver outfit belonging to the club in a laundry hamper. I sighed in relief as I finally peeled the high heels off my feet and traded them in for white tennis shoes.

With all of my stuff gathered, I headed out the door and down the hallway towards the office. All of the sudden I was reminded of Baki and the whole situation that had gotten me here in the first place. Surely she wasn't still holed up in the office, right? I wasn't about to go kick a hornet's nest was I? I knocked on the door, and cautiously poked my head in.

"The she-devil's gone. It's safe to come in," Kubo smirked.

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding, and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. She motioned for me to sit down in the chair in front of the desk. I plopped down onto the soft red cushion, my feet still feeling relief from the shoe change.

"First things first, do you want to press charges against Baki for harassment or assault? She's already been charged, arrested, and transported to the station, but a separate statement can be made and added to the report," I studied her face. She was actually serious. I thought to myself for a moment. I could have exacted my revenge, but I figured that I had come out of the incident unscathed and she had enough bad karma coming her way to last awhile. I shook my head and told Kubo that that wouldn't be necessary.

"Now that that's settled…you did great out there kid! I knew you had it in you!" She smirked, crossing her arms.

"I…thanks," I sputtered out.

"So with that being said…how would you like to be in the lineup permanently?"

"Like instead of waitressing, being…a dancer?"

"Yeah, I've already spoken to Yashida about everything. Dancers perform Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. You'll come in just Fridays and Saturdays because of your school schedule. Your new hours would be nine p.m. to three a.m. You come in, you've got an hour to get ready in between each of your three sets," Kubo informed me.

"I don't know…,"I hesitated.

"It comes with a raise," she countered. "You get ¥2100 an hour, plus what you make in tips."

"Well I…,"I trailed off, still thinking about it.

"Before you decide let me give you something," she leaned over and opened the bottom of her desk. She produced a transparent, sealed bag, filled with paper and threw it at me.

I caught it with both hands and inspected it. The paper was money, and from the looks of it, it was a decent amount. I looked back up at her, surprised and confused.

"That's the tips you made from the one set you did tonight. Imagine what you'd make from a full night. You can go home tonight and count it and call me tomorrow with your answer," she began gathering up some papers on her desk, getting ready to leave for the evening.

I sat there staring at the money. I only thought for a moment more, "No need. I'll do it."

She looked up and smiled, "You'll get paid waitress rates for tonight's shift and we'll change it in the computer next week. See you Friday kid."

I grinned and shoved the clear bag in my backpack before getting up out of the chair. I gave her a wave as I exited the office and pulled the door behind me. I walked down the hallway and out into the public area of the club. The lights were on and the dance floor had now emptied. Ami was restocking the hostess station, while Nana was sweeping. I looked over and noticed Haru was wiping down the bar with his back to me. I skipped over and dug a piece of ice out of the trough and tossed it at his back before he had the chance to notice I was there.

I laughed as he turned around, "Princess! Holy shit you were great up there! Now we've got to go out sometime! I'm gonna show you off to my lame ass friends."

"Show me off as what?" I scoffed playfully.

"My hot little work wife! They'll be so jealous," he grinned.

I rolled my eyes,"You got a drink for your work wife back there?"

"Of course dear," he bent down and came back up with what looked like my go-to drink, an L.I.T.

"Ah, you know me so well," I smirked taking a healthy sip of my drink.

He finished cleaning up while I finished my drink. I handed him my empty glass so he could put it in the dishwasher. I waved goodbye to him and walked to the front door. I walked out onto the street, Kanpai's newest dancer. It was late and been a long and crazy night. I wanted to get home to count my tips and find out just how lucrative my new promotion was going to be.

! #$%^&*()! #$%^&*()! #$%^&*()

Okay everyone! What did you think? Our girl's about to be making that good money! How long can she keep it on the down low though? Do you think anyone is going to discover our girl's secret? Tune in next time...