Alright then, time for something new! I'll start with saying this is not a show I'm terribly familiar with, I've watched a couple of episodes but this is done for a... request, so I'm playing in a whole new sandbox here!
Multi ship fic. And here, we all drink our Respect Women juice, with a hearty mixer of Respect Sex Workers! Everybody is a consenting ldgal adult.
-RWBY-
Jaune looked up at the building with a slight sense of trepidation.
"Relax buddy, nobody is gonna bite you! Well, not unless you pay extra."
Neptune joked, bumping his shoulder against Jaune's own. Jaune rolled his eyes, their other friends chuckling along.
"Let's just go in before I change my mind and go home early."
"Not allowed! It's your birthday, so you're stuck with us until at least midnight. And we went to the cereal cafe so you could stuff your face with Pumpkin Petes!"
"I know, I know. I agreed to go, so let's go!"
Neptune grinned, shouting over Jaune's protests as he paid for the birthday boy's entry in to the club. The music had been kept at bay while they were outside, thanks to a sturdy door. Once they got through the entrance though, the music was much louder, seeming to press in on all sides until his ears adjusted to the volume. Neptune was a regular at the club, so he was soon chatting with some of the staff at the bar. Jaune wasn't worried about losing sight of him, even in a crowd - the club lighting made his bright blue hair an easily identifiable beacon.
Ren was quiet, but that wasn't unusual, and Jaune knew he'd been to the club before. So he was definitely there by choice - if he didn't want to be there, he'd have jumped on Jaune's earlier joke of leaving and said he was going too. Neptune was a pain in the ass, but he wasn't going to force anybody to be there. Sun was over at the bar to get drinks in, and Jaune chuckled when he noticed the man was dancing a little to the music as he waited.
"C'mon, a table at the front has opened up!"
Neptune yelled in his ear, then grabbed Jaune and Ren by the arms and dragged them along. His hair would ensure Sun was able to find them when he was done at the bar. Ren sat folding shapes out of the napkins on the table, and if Sun hadn't dropped in to the last empty seat at their table, Jaune was pretty sure Ren would have silently sat crafting a little papery zoo.
The stage was between dancers for just a couple of minutes, which was probably how they got the good table - the previous group might have already seen their favourite. From Neptune and Sun, he knew a lot of regulars had favourites, although Neptune's favourite was likely to be whoever was dancing in front of him at the time. His attention span wasn't spectacular.
A waitress arrived with their drinks just as the music shifted and the lights on the stage started to move. Jaune caught sight of Neptune flirting with the waitress, but she seemed happy enough to play along, and she left with a crisp note tucked in her waistband. Jaune reckoned that was what got Neptune a kiss blown at him as she left. He turned his eyes back to the stage, still feeling a little awkward (he'd never been in a strip club before!) but he figured since he was there, he was going to try and enjoy the night somehow. Neptune slurped noisily at his drink, then leaned in.
"You might recognise her a little."
Jaune raised an eyebrow, and waited. A blur of pink with ginger hair bounded out on to the stage, dressed as a cheerleader and shaking her pom-poms (which wasn't a euphemism, despite the setting) so violently Jaune couldn't see her face at first. When they stopped waving so she could throw beaming smiles out at the audience, Jaune realised he did recognise her, and turned toward Ren.
"Is that Nora?"
He nodded slowly, taking a measured sip of wine.
"Yeah. She wanted to give it a shot, and I told her to go for it. Even helped her come up with some aspects of the performance. I'm here for the show, not the skin. Though all the ladies I've seen here are very pretty."
Ren settled back in his seat, offering a small smile in return when Nora looked over at their table and tipped them a wink. Nora was Ren's best friend, a noisy bundle of noise and excitement that somehow didn't drive the quieter, more sedate Ren insane. Jaune was still unsure what she'd said to him to convince him to allow the purple-pink stripe to be dyed in to his otherwise jet-black hair. He shrugged to himself a little, then sat back and watched the stage. The pom-poms were soon discarded, and Nora flung herself on to the pole so enthusiastically Jaune half-expected it to get knocked down.
It was probably pretty secure, he realised when Nora began to spin around it, dropping to the ground with a lot of grace considering she was a whirlwind in heels. Jaune wasn't exactly an expert in pole-dancing, so he wasn't sure if Nora's bouncy, slightly chaotic moves were the standard, but she managed to pull it off well enough, and soon had a captive audience tossing money to her. The cheerleader outfit was stripped away to leave her in tiny pink and white briefs, and when Nora swung around the pole it displayed the cute hearts tattooed across her back and hips.
Jaune considered himself fairly fit and athletic - he went to the gym, and did martial arts. But even he was a little wide-eyed when Nora wrapped her legs around the pole and hung upside down, well aware the sort of strength that took and shocked the tiny woman was that strong. She left the stage to many cheers, giving little winks and waves to the audience until she vanished, and the money thrown up on stage was collected quickly and quietly. Neptune waved over a waitress so they could order more drinks, then flashed her a cheeky smile and asked if she would feed it to him during a lapdance when she returned.
"In your dreams!"
He feigned sadness, and the banter seemed to all be very good-natured. Jaune knew Neptune well enough to be pretty sure it was just playful talk, and knew Ren well enough to be sure he'd have knocked Neptune's teeth out if he really thought the blue-haired man was disrespecting Nora and her co-workers. So he chuckled at the fake pout on Neptune's face, and made sure to tip the waitress when she came back with their drinks.
"You deserve it for putting up with Neptune."
"Hey! I'm a delight and everybody loves me."
Sun rolled his eyes and shoved the lemon wedge from his drink in to Neptune's mouth, shutting him up for a precious few seconds of peace. Neptune spluttered, frowning as he yanked it out.
"Hey, that's mean! You know I hate sour. I'm all sweet."
"Then stop bothering the ladies, especially when the hot blonde is due on."
Neptune huffed and turned back toward the stage, taking a petulant swig of his drink. His mood was never down for long though, and Jaune saw his face shift back to a smile as the music grew a little louder again. The announcement was all but lost in the music and the cheers, but Jaune was pretty sure he picked out the word 'dragon' as a light followed the next performer along the stage, heading toward the pole.
Jaune soon found he couldn't take his eyes off her. Gold, glittering heels only served to make already long legs look even longer. It was subtle under the bright lights, but Jaune could still see the definition in her muscles, the tiny black skirt and bikini top giving the audience open view of her taut stomach. She had a small brown jacket over the top, short enough that it didn't hide her hips when she turned around and swayed, long blonde hair swaying with her. She was mesmerising, eyes closed as she moved, dancing like she was all alone and simply lost in the music.
Her hair, already artfully tousled, grew messier when she ran both hands through it, ruffling it playfully while she threw a playful smile over her shoulder. When her eyes met his, though it was only for a second, Jaune forgot how to breathe for a minute. He was enraptured with her every move, and part of him suddenly realised why people came to clubs like this when he watched her strut along the stage, warming the audience up with smiles and shakes before she peeled off the tiny jacket and threw it aside. Money began to land on the stage as she arched and stretched along the pole, taking her time and somehow keeping everybody captivated.
When she bent over far enough, Jaune felt warmth flush his cheeks as he caught sight of the gold thong she had underneath the tiny skirt. She twisted to look over her shoulder, and he was probably imagining it but it almost seemed like she winked at him before shaking her ass.
It already felt like the club had gotten about ten degrees warmer by the time the blonde had dropped her skirt, leaning back against the pole and sinking down slowly with her legs spread, teasing them all by running her hands across her own torso like she knew so many of them wished to. One arm stretched up, guiding her to spin lazily around the pole as she stood back up, grinding her hips briefly against the pole to the beat of the music.
She moved around the stage like that, practically crawling along the floor (but looking a lot less silly than Jaune was sure he would doing so), her hips rolling, ass in the air. Patrons surged forward, and by the time the blonde siren had slipped back toward the pole, she had several notes falling out of her waistband and the straps of her top. They all fluttered to the ground completely when she reached back and untied her bikini top, and Jaune felt frozen in a mix of shock and delight when she fixed her eyes on him, strutting forward before she whipped off the tiny thing and threw it right at him.
His friends clapped and roared with laughter as Jaune grabbed hold of it, no doubt exposing his face burning red. The dancer winked, and continued to shake and writhe around the pole. Neptune nudged his arm, and it took everything in Jaune to drag his eyes away from the stage for a second. Neptune was pushing money at him, and giving a pointed look toward the stage.
"Consider it a birthday gift. You can bring your own cash in future."
Arguing with his friend meant not watching the goddess on stage, and Jaune wasn't able to keep his eyes away. So he picked up the cash, and waited for her to be looking his way again before he threw it up on stage. She saw him do it, and he thought she might have smiled but that was probably wishful thinking. He continued to stare avidly as she danced, displaying the same hidden strength that Nora had when she began to work the pole properly. Jaune had almost stopped even hearing the music thumping away in the club, mostly just aware of it seeming to beat in time with her swaying hips and roaming hands.
Her gyrations seemed effortless, perfectly co-ordinated. Jaune was pretty sure he'd have fallen over trying to copy her. The glittering gold of the heels and thong (which were the only things she had left on) shimmered in the club lights as she danced, and the audience seemed to recognise when her routine was coming down to a close as she worked the floor, dropping to all fours and stretching out in a graceful, cat-like way. It gave one side of the stage a close up view of her face, half-covered by increasingly wild hair until she flipped it back and lifted up to expose her bare breasts again. At least, Jaune assumed it was almost over - she didn't have much left to take off, and more of the crowd were tossing money up on to the stage.
A few more twists and twirls seemed to be the finisher. Jaune found himself disappointed... at least, until she rolled her body around and knelt up, giving a full body shake right in front of Jaune. She seemed highly amused at his completely dumbfounded state, smirking as she rolled her hips back and pushed herself to a crouch before straightening up. She even gave a comical bow or two, then blew a kiss to the audience at large before strutting off stage.
His enjoyment of that particular dancer had not gone unnoticed by his friends, and Neptune and Sun were both quickly all over him, ribbing playfully about his avid attentions.
"And you were pouting about us suggesting this place!"
"He's probably gonna take that top home with him!"
"Assuming none of the golden dragon's fans try to fight him for it."
Jaune felt his face flush even deeper, and he gave Neptune a not-particularly-hard shove.
"Shut up!"
"Aww, you know we love you J-man. Right. I need to stretch my legs, get some blood flowing again. It seems to have all settled in one place."
"You're gross."
Neptune gave a cheeky grin, then pushed himself up from his seat. Sun got up with him, and Ren said he was going to go say hi to Nora while she was on her break.
"You stay here, keep the table. Not sure you're safe to stand up right now anyway after falling under that dragon's spell."
"Go away!"
Jaune protested, scowling at a laughing Neptune as he walked away. He sat for a couple of minutes, wondering how he was supposed to get the bikini top back to it's owner. He should have asked Ren to take it to Nora.
"I think that's mine."
His head whipped round so fast it was probably embarrassing. Sure enough, she was stood over him. She'd retrieved her jacket and skirt, but the jacket hung open and there was nothing on underneath it. Jaune forced his eyes to her face, mouth opening and closing a couple of times before he nodded.
"Right. Here you go."
She smiled, then pulled out one of the empty seats and perched herself in it.
"Haven't seen you before. First timer?"
Jaune nodded. Wow. Her voice was pretty too. And her face. Even her eyes hypnotised him a little bit.
"Yeah. It's my birthday, spent the day with my friends and they suggested here to end the night."
"Happy birthday. Maybe I should let you keep this as a gift."
She giggled, holding up the bikini top again. Jaune's cheeks flushed anew, and he shook his head.
"Oh no, that's ok. You keep it. I uh... enjoyed the dance."
Personally, Jaune felt that the fact he was speaking coherently was an achievement all by itself, with such an attractive woman sat so close after she'd just mesmerised him with her hips on stage.
"I noticed. Does that mean you'll be coming back?"
Jaune didn't get a chance to answer before someone approached the table. He was expecting his friends, so he didn't look up right away. When a hand reached down and grabbed the dancer by her shoulder, Jaune looked up and saw a short but muscular man, swaying on the spot and visibly drunk. His eyes were glassy, and his speech slurred.
"Hey pretty thing, why not come spend time with a real man?"
He tried to yank at the woman again, and, ignoring the slight dig at him, Jaune stood up to warn the man off.
"Hey, come on. Don't be a jerk."
"Stay outta this!"
The man slurred, shoving at Jaune. Before Jaune could decide the best way to incapacitate the leering man, the dancer had risen to her feet, shrugging his hand off her shoulder and driving her hand straight up in to his face. He yelped in pain, hands rushing to his nose and his eyes teared up. Before long, a beefy man with a goatee hauled the man away (with a spectacular nosebleed), and the dancer rolled her eyes.
"I can handle myself, but that was sweet of you."
Jaune shrugged.
"I don't like people being mean. I figured he just had too much to drink and wasn't thinking straight."
"Creeps come with the job."
Jaune frowned.
"They shouldn't. This is your workplace. If I went to their office and grabbed them, it would be weird."
She gave a little giggle, shaking her head.
"I can't tell if you're really naive, or just really sweet. Or both."
Jaune flushed, pretty sure he'd blushed more that night than he had in the past year. This blonde really had a powerful effect on him. He was already pretty sure he'd come back... once he could find out which nights she performed. She considered him silently for a minute, then placed a hand on the table to support her as she leant in. Her jacket hung a little more open, giving Jaune quite the view... he swallowed thickly, and pulled his eyes back up to her face.
"Since it's your birthday, and you've been so sweet... how about a club special? My treat."
Jaune had no idea what that was. He didn't care. She could have probably asked for his kidney right about then and he'd have agreed.
"Uh. Ok?"
She smiled again, then leant in closer.
"Go wait by the bar, I'll be back soon. Don't worry, I know you're here with Neptune and nobody can miss that hair."
Jaune nodded dumbly, and his eyes were glued to her backside as she strutted off. He felt a little dizzy, so a drink sounded like a sensible idea. Searching out the distinctive blue hair, he headed over to the bar and found both Sun and Neptune standing there.
"I thought you were saving the table?"
Sun asked, as Neptune was busy knocking back a shot the same colour as his hair.
"I got told to wait here. Do you guys know what a club special is?"
Neptune choked on his shot, coughing to clear his throat before he shared a look with Sun.
"You bought a club special?"
"What is it?"
His two friends exchanged looks, but said nothing. They just smirked. Jaune figured he was better off getting a drink than waiting for those two to stop having fun tormenting him. Maybe the dancer wouldn't turn up, and Jaune didn't want to push the issue and wind up looking more foolish. Heading to the bar, he ordered a soft drink, wanting to hydrate himself rather than get more buzzed. He drank it with slow sips, and by the time he was halfway through, Jaune had just about decided the dancer was winding him up. She probably just wanted to give him a moments thrill. There were probably hundreds of men she'd be more interested in there...
"Hey there tough guy."
He looked up, and there were those beautiful eyes and her devilish little smirk. She'd put on a tight little black dress, and had the jacket from her earlier... attire on over it. She'd swapped the gold heels for black ones, but they still gave her enough height that she stood about as tall as Jaune in them.
"Hi."
Neptune whistled, looking her up and down.
"Damn Yang, looking hot!"
Yang? Was that her name? Jaune figured it probably wasn't her real name, just something she gave people so they could have a conversation where they didn't have to call her 'golden dragon'. 'Yang' tipped her head so she could look over at Neptune, as though studying him.
"I bet you say that to all the girls. Actually, I know you do."
"Aww, c'mon. Not my fault I got a lot of love to give!"
Yang let out a giggle, rolled her eyes and turned back to the bar, swaying lazily to the music even as she ordered a drink. She turned, glass in hand and leant against the bar, holding Jaune's gaze as she sucked delicately at the straw in her drink. Jaune was pretty sure the room got a little warmer.
"So, did you know it's his birthday today?"
Neptune asked, slinging his arm over Jaune's shoulder. Yang nodded slowly, wiping a stray drop of liquid from her lip with her thumb. Even that looked hot on her, Jaune decided.
"I did. In fact, once I finish this, I'll be giving him a gift."
Both Neptune and Sun stared at Jaune like they couldn't quite believe what they'd just heard. Jaune reckoned if he looked, Sun's tail would have been shaped like a question mark under his shirt.
"So you're the club special he's ordered?"
Yang didn't answer, just continued to take small swallows from her drink while Jaune did his best not to stare at the way her lips pursed around the straw, because he was pretty sure that would make him another creep. He chugged at his own drink to alleviate his dry mouth, heart thrumming with nervous anticipation in his chest. When her glass was drained, Yang leant forward, displaying the impressive cleavage barely contained by her dress and placed a hand on his leg, just above his knee.
"Ready for your present?"
Jaune nodded, having forgotten how to speak. He was dimly aware of Neptune and Sun whistling behind him as Yang took him by the hand, leading him through the bustling club towards a barely visible door tucked away in one corner. The only thought in Jaune's buzzing mind was "what the hell have I gotten myself in to?".
-RWBY-
What indeed, Jaune?
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