Good day to all my readers! So, here we are! My first smut story! I've written stuff on this account before, but nothing like this. Hopefully one day, I can make my novel that I'm currently working on a best seller, but that day will have to wait.
As I'm writing this, I'm aware RWBY's wrapped up its 9th volume, so let's pretend Volume 3 didn't happen and instead everyone went on to live completely normal lives after the Vytal Festival. Cinder quit working for Salem, Pyrrha never died, Yang still has her arm, and everyone graduated after four full years at Beacon. Ruby was 15 at the beginning of the series and everyone else was 17 (Let's just assume Cinder was 20). A couple years after graduation, Ruby would be 20 and everyone else 22 (Cinder would be 25).
I'll be doing these chapters one at a time without any schedule, so don't expect these to come out the same day every week. Anyway, without further ado, turn off your lights, lay down on your bed, maybe grab some lotion, and allow your imaginations to run wild as I tell the tales of what became of Beacon Academy's girls.
A Job For A Job
The night was peaceful. The streets and highways of Vale sang a choir of traffic as the lights of lamps, cars, and buildings illuminated the city. The soprano of this choir, roaring down the highway and towards downtown, was the one and only Bumble Bee, and its beautiful blonde rider sitting atop its seat, Yang Xiao Long. Upon exiting the highway, she made her way through the streets until stopping arriving at her destination: Junior's Club.
The front doors were packed. Ever since Junior's new…redesign of the club…it became the hottest night club in Vale and everyone wanted in, in more ways than one. Just one alteration: all customers specifically had to be men. The only women allowed in the club were the waitresses and Junior's twins. As Yang walked up to entrance, the bouncer noticed her cutting the line and tried to stop her.
"Hey! Wait your turn, ma'am…wait…" The bouncer said, realizing a girl was trying to get in and wondered if she was an employee. Yang gave him a death glare, but the bouncer showed no fear. Then Yang pulled down some of her brown jacket to show some more of her chest. The bouncer was impressed by what he saw, in silent awe of the smooth and flawless skin of such massive breasts.
"I'm here to see Junior. He's expecting me." She told him, still angrily.
"Um…yes ma'am. Sorry about that." He said, letting her pass and pulling out his scroll to check the schedule. "Crap, that's right. Junior's got two interviews tonight."
Upon entering the club and the double doors parting, Yang took in the club and all of Junior's "changes". Men of all ages sat at the bar and high tables, all wearing suits and expensive jewelry. Waiting their tables were all women, wearing the sexiest and sluttiest outfits imaginable. Some girls wore the typical playboy bunny outfit, some walked around in bra and underwear, a few in particular waited tables in bikinis and high heels. On the main stage above the bar, as well as platforms hanging above the dance floor, were girls on stripper poles. Yang's eyes jumped girl to girl, no one she was looking for. She was, however, stunned upon seeing Roman Torchwick sitting at a booth with a girl under his arm. She wore a black corset teddy along with white gloves and white boots that reached up to her thigh gap. Standing out most of all were her brown and pink eyes and her same-colored hair pulled into a ponytail. Wait, Yang thought, that's the girl from the train! Her eyes flashed red and her hair caught fire, until she heard the familiar laughter of the most beautiful woman she'd ever met. She turned her head to the opposite side of the club and saw Blake, in the sexiest outfit she'd ever seen. Yang's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she saw Blake's body dressed in black thigh-high boots, a corset teddy, black gloves that reached past her elbows, and a black cat collar with a plastic gold tag that read "Pussy". Every piece of clothing was made of a glossy material, shiny and reflective as light shone and bounced off her body.
Yang was practically in a trance, incapable of taking her eyes off her former teammate, observing the shape of her body, how tightly her clothing hugged it. Yang's heartbeat sped up faster than a jet engine. Blake truly was here, and all of Yang's stress swiftly evaporated…until she looked closer and found the source of Blake's laughter, sitting in a booth with a drink in his hand: Sun.
Wh-what's Sun doing here? And in a suit, too?! She thought. Suddenly, a door to her right opened.
"Hey! Blondie!" A deep voice shouted over the loud music from the door. "You comin' or what?"
Yang looked in its direction, seeing Junior with the door half-open and looking pissed as hell. "Uh, Yeah! I'm coming."
A minute later, Yang was in his office a whole floor up. Soundproof walls and glass made it easier to talk as one could look over the entire club. The glass windows were also one way, making it impossible for anyone to look up from the dance floor or across from the VIP lounge, which was closed due to remodeling. In the corner, by the windows, was a stripper pole.
"I got your uniform." Junior said, pulling out a box and laying it on the desk. "When I told them your measurements, the tailor thought I was joking."
"Yeah, I get that a lot." Yang replied, folding her arms underneath her bust. "So hard to find anything in my size."
"Well, the bathroom is over there." Junior said, pointing to a door to the left of his desk. "Try it on, let's see how it fits."
Yang grabbed the box and walked toward the door. Just as she grabbed the knob, Junior cut in one more time. "Oh, and Blondie." Yang turned her head, her blonde locks briefly dancing in mid air. "I kept up my end of the deal. I expect you to do the same." He gave a devilish smile as she turned her head away, visibly angry that he remembered what she offered him over the phone. To be fair, you'd have to have the memory of a goldfish to forget the spine-tingling deal that Yang, especially Yang, offered.
Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Junior turned his head at a breakneck speed, eager to see the result. Yang, in all her beauty, walked out in her work outfit. A pair of black high heels lifted her three inches taller while dark stockings and garter belt hugged her legs and waist. A black corset teddy, made of the same glossy material as Blake's, tightly shaped her frame from her ass to her bust. Black gloves, also glossy and shiny light, concealed her hands and arms, reaching to just an inch from her armpits. A black choker, this one made of velvet, tightly but comfortably wrapped around her neck. Last but not least, a black pair of bunny ears sat comfortably on her head. As part of their deal, Yang brought her own lipstick, eyeliner and eyeshadow, the results fully displayed on her beautiful face. The lipstick she used was pink with glitter, a true attention grabber among cosmetics. Yang looked like she was tailor made for this career. Even without make up, her natural looks would hook in anyone, especially Junior. She stood before him, hands on her hips.
"Damn fine." Junior said in a smooth, sexy tone.
"So, I got the job, right?" Yang asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
"Almost." Junior pulled out his scroll and tapped an app that triggered sexy music to flood the room, grabbing Yang's attention. Then yellow and magenta lights emitted from a laser light machine built into the ceiling. "Let's see what you've got."
Yang scoffed at him before turning around and approaching the pole. First to grab his attention was her ass, how about ninety-five percent of it was showing. He loved seeing each cheek bounce up and down with each step she took. Yang grabbed the pole from above and slid her hand down as she slowly bent her knees to a squat, showing off the two perfectly large and round orbs that sat comfortably on her heels. She quickly stood up and bent her left leg around the pole, swinging her body around it before stopping with the pole between her legs and breasts. She put her forearms against her tits to squeeze the pole as much as possible while staring erotically at Junior. He was impressed so far, but still not all the way there. Realizing this, Yang did a handstand and let her ass fall back and pressed her thighs together against the pole before swinging around so her front faced Junior. With a tight enough grip, she lifted her hands off the ground and allowed the pole to swing her around slowly. Junior was deeply impressed, unable to take his eyes off her crotch as it hugged the pole or her tits as gravity pulled them to her chin.
He began to clap. "Not bad. Looks like you've got what it takes." Junior said.
Yang let go of the pole and fell on her hands, standing up with a drop of sweat on her forehead. "So, I'm good? I got the job?" She asked.
"Not yet." He answered, Yang feeling her heart sinking. "There's one more thing, the most important thing you promised."
Yang curled her satin-covered fingers in fists, wishing she didn't leave her gauntlets in the bathroom and that she could mess up Junior ten times as badly as she did the first time they met. Junior noticed this.
"Hey, hey, hey. Blondie, relax. Need I remind you this was your deal that was proposed? Not to mention, the first time I met you, you put several of my men in the hospital and cost thousands of Lien in damage to my club. Even saying 'yes' to your deal after all that is pretty generous, wouldn't you say?"
Her fist uncurled. She knew she was in no place to bargain when he had so much leverage. She took one last look out the window, looking down at Blake as she piled drinks onto a table of middle-aged men. She giggled as they spoke, most likely from the compliments on her looks. Seeing Blake smile, looking so happy, hurt the most. She needed to reunite with her.
I'm only doing this for her. Yang thought, step forward towards Junior.
"Wait!" He said, surprising her. "Crawl." He ordered, Yang showing her aggravation. "And make it hot."
She took one deep breath, exhaled, and got on her hands and knees. She crawled towards Junior like a cat, swaying her hips with each drag of her legs on the carpet. She even went a step further with giving him the "fuck me" eyes. Once she reached him, she kissed his right knee, trailing more kisses up his thigh until she reached his crotch. Junior leaned his head forward, to which Yang looked up and kissed him. They held their kiss for three seconds before separating and going in for another. As they made out, sword fighting with their tongues, Junior reached out to touch her shoulders and then ran his fingertips down to her chest. The warm and smooth cushion of her breasts filled him with anticipation, like teasing an addict with drugs. Giving into temptation, he slid his fingers to the hem of her teddy and slowly pulled it down, exposing her enormous breasts. Unexpectedly, Yang was turned on by this, shown by her moans with each lustful kiss she gave Junior. Finally, she pulled away and reached toward his pants before he stopped her.
"Wait…I want to see more skin." He told her. Yang looked slightly annoyed but complied. Junior's eyes lit up as she pulled her teddy down further, showing her belly. "More…please." He begged. Yang sighed in irritation. She pulled her teddy down to her knees, exposing her cleanly shaven pussy. That's what set Junior over the edge, with every ounce of blood sprinting towards his groin.
Yang noticed his pants growing and figured it was finally time. She grabbed his zipper and pulled it down. As she grabbed the waistbands of his underwear and pants, Junior picked his butt off the seat and made it easier for her to pull them off. Yang curled her fingers around the waistbands and pulled them down, his dick flopping around in her face. He sat down and looked at her, but Yang didn't look up yet.
Remember why you're doing this. She thought. You've done this before. It won't take long. Yang straightened herself up and pushed her breasts together with Junior's dick in between. The warm, smoothness of her melons massaging him was already putting him on edge. His hands raised and fingers twitched, his heart beating like a drum at how easily she teased him.
"You like that?" She asked.
"Y-yeah…that feels amazing." He answered.
Yang snickered at his remark. Hook, line, and sinker. She thought, pressing her breasts together harder and picking them up then pushing them down. She looked down and spat on his tip, some of it spilling on her tits and reflecting the lights of the room.
She watched his face turn flushed, satisfied that she still had talent. Alright, enough torture. Yang thought. She let go of her breasts and allowed them to fall. Finally, after running her hands into her hair and pulling it back, the blonde grabbed Junior's shaft with her right hand, closed her eyes, and leaned her face forward until she felt his mushroom tip on her lips. She opened her jaws further and let him inside her mouth. Junior snapped his head back, his own jaw dropping at the hot and moist feeling of Yang's mouth. He ran both his hands through his hair as his cock rubbed further down her tongue. She continued pushing her head down until she felt his tip reach the back of her mouth, to which she tightened her lips around the shaft as she pulled back. She pushed her head down further the second time and sucking on it aggressively before pulling back again. As she got in the habbit of bobbing her head up and down, she kept her hand on his base, jacking him off as she sucked his dick.
Junior moaned as his heart beat furiously. He'd gotten his dick sucked before, but never by a buxom, blonde, big-breasted, brawler like Yang. Hell, he'd never received a blowjob from someone with breasts like hers. The way Yang sucked on him, however, was what made the difference. They say a man can't cum unless the woman lets him. By not being so aggressive with her sucking, Yang can keep the blowjob going for as long as she wants.
She looked up at him, seeing his mouth gaping open and eyes shut tight as he breathed heavily. Looks like I've got you right where I need you, Boss. She thought. If this ends up disappointing, he might blow our deal as hard as I'm blowing him. I need to drag this out, use all my skills and talent to give him the blowjob of his life.
The size of his dick was actually impressive. It took time for Yang's mouth to adjust to the size of it and going as slow as possible to provide him with full pleasure. Now, it was time to kick it up a notch: she removed her hand from his base and cupped his balls, allowing her to lean forward even further and push his tip past her uvula.
"Ohhhhh!" Junior moaned.
If you looked closely, you could see the bulge of his penis in Yang's neck. She held her position, giving her neck muscles a break from the constant rise and fall of her head. Unexpectedly, she gagged and slightly panicked and so pulled it to the front of her mouth, the tip in her teeth. She caught her breath and went back to work. Junior was so impressed by her, he looked down out of curiosity. Her naked back and ass, the smooth and flawless skin that reflected the laser lights, her spine sticking out like a sore thumb, her blonde hair that danced as it hung in midair. He was impressed by the size and shape of her ass, how immense and perfectly round each cheek was. I'll have to offer her a bonus some time in exchange for me to put my dick in there. Junior thought.
Yang just kept going, showing no sign up relenting. Junior's shaft repeatedly touched her teeth to halfway down her throat, but she was no longer having fun. Good Gods, Junior. Just cum already! My jaws are getting tired. She thought.
Finally, Junior's eyes widened as he felt the tingling in his urethra, and it wasn't from Yang's tongue. His moans turned to pants and he arched his back. Yang could feel the twitching and thought, Alright, time to go out with a bang. Yang pulled back, held her breath, and bobbed her head at top speed, sucking as hard as she could with each pull back. Junior couldn't hold it and allowed the floodgates to open.
Release! Euphoria! Pleasure!
His urethra flooded with a hot liquid and felt his mushroom tip shooting at top pressure. Yang felt it practically smacking both the roof and back of her mouth. She swallowed as she took in more, but it was like swallowing a drink while still pouring it into her mouth. If she stopped swallowing, she could choke on it, but she needed to guarantee she had this job. As Junior finished cumming, she continued to suck as though she were starving for every drop. Once he was too flaccid for her to continue, she released his dick and pulled her head back. Junior looked exhausted, his head slumping back and hands hanging from the chair's arms as he breathed heavily. He looked down at the succubus who sucked the life out of him, finding her bending her chin down with her left hand over her mouth. She looked up at him, her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk, but her face was bare of any fluids. Yang didn't waste a single molecule of his special sauce. She got off her knees, placed her palms on his thighs, and went up to his face. He didn't know what she planned until she opened her mouth, revealing a pond of semen swallowing up her tongue and teeth. He was grossed out, as odd as that sounds, until she closed her lips, swallowed, and opened her mouth again. She stuck out her tongue and made said, "Ahhhh".
"You're a freak." He said softly.
Yang stood back up. "I don't care what you think." She replied. Junior felt offended by her sudden attitude, until his eyes fell on her breasts and pussy. Forget "blowjob of his life". Yang thought. I think I just gave him the greatest blowjob in the history of oral sex. "So, when do I start?"
"Uh…I can schedule you tomorrow."
"And this is it, right? No more 'favors' to guarantee I get what I want?" She asked.
"You'll be a normal employee like everyone else." He said as he grabbed some tissues from his desk drawer. "You want anything, you either earn it or we can talk about it. All that damage you caused is water under the bridge. You won't hear it from anymore." At least until I decide to use her.
"Good." She said, heading into the bathroom to change.
Junior couldn't help but turn his head, watching her naked ass bounce with each step on her way toward the door. He looked down at his dick to start cleaning it until he noticed something both amazing and funny: some glitter trailed all along his penis. "Phew! What a woman!"
An hour later, Yang walked through the front door of her and Ruby's apartment. Her sister was asleep on the couch, the TV on with the game controller in her hand. Yang took one glance, smiled, then looked away as she walked towards the hallway where their rooms were. Fifteen minutes later, Yang stepped out of the shower, her body and hair glistening with hot water. Though she felt clean on the outside, it disgusted her that Junior's fluids were inside her. She gagged a little and fell to the floor, feeling queasy, but it passed. After all, it's not like it was her first time. She looked herself in the mirror, eyes trailing up and down her naked, wet body.
"I'm a slut." She said to herself in the most depressed and dead tone.
Back at Junior's club, he stood outside his bathroom again. "You almost done?" He said.
"Almost!" A familiar, very feminine voice called from the other side of the door. "Okay!"
The door opened and out stepped a woman whose beauty rivaled that of Yang's. White high heels and stockings with garter belt hugged her feet and legs. A red corset teddy tightly held her body, showing at least ninety percent of her ass just like Yang's. She wore white gloves made from the softest fabric that reached up to her armpits. Again like Yang, she wore a black, velvet choker. She looked at him with anticipation, her green eyes as big as a puppy dog's.
"So…what do you think?" She asked, pulling her hands behind her and slightly bending forward to show more of her chest.
"I think…you've got everything I'm looking for." He answered.
"Yes!" She cheered.
"Just one final test." He told her, pointing at the stripper pole. "Show me what you got, miss…what was your name again?"
"Oh, Pyrrha. Pyrrha Nikos." She answered, brushing her red bangs back towards her ponytail.
"Well, Miss Nikos, lead the way." He said, showing the path to the pole with an open hand.