Chapter two! Hotly anticipated, if comments on last chapter were anything to go by.
Authors note: Yang and Jaune will not be exclusive in this fic. I feel like most of you get that, but just to be sure. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Let's have some fun!
-RWBY-
Jaune looked around the private room Yang had led him to. There was a large, curved sofa in the middle of the room, the centre of which was perfectly positioned for a clear view of the small stage against one wall. It resembled the stage out in the main area, though smaller, with a sturdy looking pole in the middle of it. Yang led him over to the sofa, and the two sat on it. She gave him a little room, which he appreciated. The little jacket was slipped off, exposing the toned muscles in her arms and shoulders and giving Jaune an even better view of her cleavage.
"Relax. Nothing is going to happen in here that you don't want to."
He nodded at Yang's reassurance, though relaxing was a bit beyond him for the moment. She leant back in to the sofa, one ankle crossed over the other. Yang looked completely comfortable, and gave him an easy smile as she looked him over. The club music was all but gone in there, though there were speakers playing some other music at a much lower volume.
"So, what do you do for fun? Since you said coming to clubs like this isn't the sort of thing you usually do."
Jaune shrugged, trying to master his nerves. Yang was obviously trying to put him at ease.
"I play video games. I like technology, I built my own gaming computer. We went to the arcade earlier. And I took up martial arts a couple of years ago. Still learning, of course."
Yang's smile widened.
"I've been in to martial arts since I was young. Won a couple of titles in my teens, and I still keep up with it but I find dancing a lot more fun. The skills do come in handy when we get a grabby customer, all the performers here know enough to defend themselves."
Jaune frowned.
"Is that a big problem?"
"It's a problem when it happens, but it doesn't happen that often. Our boss is a pretty fierce lady you do not want to cross, but mostly the people coming in are here to have fun, not cause trouble."
Jaune nodded, thinking about what else to say.
"Is Yang your real name?" he blurted out, before thinking better of it "wait, no, don't answer that. I didn't mean to ask it!"
Yang let out a light giggle.
"Yes. Neptune was not meant to say it aloud, he knows it because Nora called me that while he and Ren were hanging out with her. I'd appreciate you not calling me that outside of here. Customers aren't meant to get personal."
He nodded in agreement quickly.
"Of course."
Yang tipped her head, as though acknowledging his words, before her eyes slid over to the stage.
"So, up for seeing some new moves I'm working on? A little sneak peek for if you decide to come back."
He nodded, swallowing as Yang lifted her legs up in to his lap. Was that a dance move?
"Help me get these heels off? Bending down in this dress can be tricky."
Jaune undid the straps with fingers that trembled only slightly, and slid them off her smooth legs. She winked and thanked him before she got up, strutting just as powerfully without her heels as she had in them before she got up on the stage (with far more grace than Jaune felt capable of). The music was still on a fairly low volume, but either that was enough for Yang or she was able to simply feel the music she needed as she began to dance. She started off slow, grinding up against the pole with a smirk before she climbed up on it, dress short enough to allow her bare thighs to grip the pole.
He was just as hypnotised by her movements one-on-one as he had been when she was out on the main stage, marvelling as she spread her legs impossibly wide while still spinning her body around the pole. Though he wasn't looking, a few glimpses as she moved had Jaune questioning if she had anything on beneath that tiny little black dress.
Just as impressive was the way she slid down the pole like that, resting in a full splits position on the stage, leaning back slightly with one hand on the pole to ensure her breasts were still pushed up, drawing attention. She had said these were potential moves for her stage shows, so Jaune supposed that made sense. With all that raw sensuality aimed at him though... he was definitely feeling pretty hot under the collar.
"Wow."
Was all he could say, and Yang winked as she got up from that rather incredible position.
"Yoga helps. Gotta be flexible to work the pole."
Apparently, Yang felt like Jaune wasn't worked up enough, as she slipped down from the stage and crossed back over to him. She nudged his legs apart so she could slide between them, sinking down slowly so Jaune couldn't avoid looking down at her breasts, before she slid back up, her hands moving up over his thighs as she leant in. Her hair tickled his face as she moved again, twisting in place before she all but sat on his lap, grinding pointedly against him. Jaune floundered, unsure how active he was supposed to be. Yang seemed to take pity on him, reaching down to grip his hands and place them on her hips. She continued to sway and grind in to him, and there was no denying the effect it was having on Jaune.
Yang twisted in place again and threw a leg over his, straddling him quite efficiently and Jaune forgot how to breathe when she was so very close. His hands had fallen to the side again, but truthfully he was too distracted by the way Yang was undulating to think about his hands, as she all but buried his face in between her breasts on each surge up. There was no way she didn't feel his erection, but he was pretty sure she got that sort of rise plenty when she was dancing, and continued on like it wasn't there. She reached down for his hands and guided them again, and Jaune got confirmation she was wearing nothing under her dress when she planted his hands firmly on her bare ass.
Her hips continued to gyrate, rubbing herself against him. Jaune felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest as she rocked in to him. Or at least like something was going to burst. She leant in, so close to kissing him Jaune felt her breath against his lips but she snatched the temptation away at the last second, fluid and graceful in every move as she slid from his lap and stood in front of him. Jaune was unable to do much more than stare, open-mouthed, as she undid an invisible zip at the side of her dress and slid the tight material down. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her bare chest, but with it just being the two of them, the show was very much all for him and the effect was all the more potent for that.
Up so close, it was even more apparent how strong she was, her body an impressive mix of curves and muscle. The shape of her hips and waist framed a perfect six pack when she flexed her stomach, and her thighs...
Yang let the dress pool around her feet, then trailed her hands up her body slowly, still effortlessly seductive in every movement. Her hands weren't small, but when she cupped them under her breasts they were still dwarfed by her impressive... assets. He was pretty sure they'd be too big to fit in his hands too, though his brain urged him to find out for himself. She smirked as she looked at him; Jaune wondered if his face displayed how stunned his brain felt looking at her amazing body. How was she real?
"Like what you see?"
She asked, and Jaune nodded quickly.
"Very much so."
Yang smiled, her hands braced either side of him on the back of the sofa. It put her chest very close to his face.
"Now, the club special is usually for VIPs, and costs extra. But since you were sweet enough to stand up for me earlier, and it's your birthday, I'm willing to make an exception. If you're alright with that?"
Jaune was a little nervous, partly due to his inexperience. He wasn't a virgin by any means, but the incredibly attractive woman standing in front of him, offering so openly... that was very much new for him.
"Yeah."
Yang continued smiling as she sank to her knees, leaning between his legs to work open his jeans. Jaune was still scarcely able to believe it was happening as she nuzzled him through his boxers before pulling his cock free.
"Mmm, you're big. I like that."
She complimented before kissing the underside of his cock, and Jaune hoped she didn't expect an answer because the visual alone of her playing with him was enough to steal his breath away. When her mouth closed around the head of his cock, Jaune was unable to stop himself letting out a little whine. Yang smirked around his cock, peering up at him with those amazing eyes of hers. Her tongue stroked up over his frenulum and drew another whine from him as pleasure tingled along his nerves, before she dropped her head and took him all the way down like she'd never heard of a gag reflex.
Though his experience wasn't vast, and it had only just started, Jaune was already certain it was the best blowjob of his life. She licked him from base to tip, sucked hard at the head before swirling her tongue around it, hands braced against his twitching thighs. Her chin was damp where she drooled as she deep-throated him, and the tight grip of her throat muscles almost undid him every time he felt it. Yang ducked down to suck his balls into her mouth, hand pumping his spit-slick shaft to push him a little closer to the edge. She was amazing, and her enthusiasm was as much of a turn on as the heat of her mouth.
His cock pulsed against her tongue, his hands moving of their own accord. Before they landed on her hair, Yang grabbed them - how was she paying attention while she drove him so crazy? - and pushed them back to his sides, then looked up at him with her hand around his cock.
"Nothing personal, just too many guys got rough like that so I don't let anyone put their hands on my hair."
"Oh. S-sorry!"
He panted, worried he'd upset her. Yang winked, licking his cock again.
"Don't be. I didn't tell you before, so you didn't know. And like I said, nothing personal."
She went right back to sucking him off, and Jaune felt his mind go almost blank as she swallowed around him. As she came back up, he felt his cock get wetter. Yang straightened up and actually spat on him, but before Jaune was able to ask what she was doing, she'd cupped her breasts and lifted them, leaning forward so his slick cock was nestled comfortably between them. Her lips were swollen, her breathing rapid and her cheeks were flushed. She looked debauched, and though he'd probably thought the same thing ten times that night already, Jaune was pretty sure she couldn't have looked any hotter.
With her incredibly erotic expressions, the soft heat and the look of her breasts wrapped around his cock, Jaune wasn't expecting he'd last much longer anyway. But even he was surprised by the suddenness of it as his climax hit him like a ton of bricks, leaving him dizzy and panting. As soon as he realised, he gasped out an apology for the mess he'd made; the explosive orgasm he'd been unable to give any warning for had left Yang with come dripping off her face and splattered over her chest.
"I'm so sorry!"
Yang actually giggled, scooping a bit from her cheek and sucking her finger clean with a wink before she wiped her face somewhat ineffectively.
"Don't worry. You lasted longer than I expected for how nervous you were earlier. Just let me clean up a little."
She rose to her feet, knees reddened by her spending so long on them, and walked to one end of the sofa. Yang leant down, then straightened up holding a couple of tissues which she used to wipe herself down. Still thrumming with the rush she'd just given him, Jaune took a minute to try and catch his breath, his brain not quite rebooted. Yang apparently didn't want to help him regain coherent thought, as she strutted back over to the stage and hopped up on it. With her spread and her eyes fixed on him, Yang trailed fingers down her stomach before she let out a soft sigh as she started to touch herself.
Jaune fixed his jeans and stood up, surprised at himself as he approached the nude woman on the stage.
"I uh... can I return the favour? I feel like I should make it up to you for making a mess of your face."
Yang withdrew her hand and nodded, still looking entirely at ease as she spread her legs wider. Jaune stepped closer, then looked up at her face.
"I don't mind if you touch my hair."
She giggled, not resisting when Jaune encouraged her closer to the edge of the stage and hooked her legs up over his shoulders. He was actually a pretty big fan of going down on his partners and bringing them pleasure, so he hoped he was able to do the same for Yang. The stage was a little lower than was comfortable for his height, but he bent his knees to rest them against the front of it and leant in. He saw that she was already wet, and could smell the musky scent of arousal on her. It only made him want her more, tongue sliding out to taste the goddess in front of him.
Yang was not meek or quiet as he worked, one hand buried in his hair that she used to pull him closer still. Jaune felt his own arousal climb each time he made her moan, and when she told him which spots were better, he focused his efforts until he heard her crying out "yes, there!" as his tongue circled her swollen clit. When he managed to look up, his view of her face was obscured by her breasts, which she was using the hand not clutching at his hair to play with. He felt his cock twitch in interest as he watched her, before a tug at his hair snapped him out of his distraction and Jaune resumed focusing his attentions on the places that won him moans and shakes from Yang.
Even as he did his best to pleasure her, Jaune was still shocked when he felt her thigh muscles lock tight, her fingers twisting in his hair to the point of pain but he barely noticed as he felt the way she soaked his face. Well, she'd definitely repaid him for earlier, he thought to himself as he felt Yang's body twitch, hips bucking up in to his face. When she finally let him up for air, she looked even more rumpled than earlier, her eyes half-lidded and a lazy, satisfied smile on her face.
"Well, not many can make me come on their first try. Gold star."
Jaune stood up, tongue chasing the taste of her on his lips before he wiped half-heartedly at his face. His jeans felt awfully tight again, but he felt like they were probably done - the 'club special' had already happened, and her letting him return the favour was just... a spectacular icing on that cake.
Yang, however, seemed to have other ideas as she slipped down from the stage, her eyes running down his body to land on where his erection strained in his jeans.
"Want some help with that?"
Jaune wasn't stupid enough to say no, so he nodded. Yang's smile widened.
"Take off your clothes and then take a seat."
He backtracked to the sofa, at least not too self-conscious about his body - he worked to stay in good shape, and Yang had already seen what most men were shy about. She returned to the spot she'd gone to get tissues earlier, then straightened up with a recognisable little foil square held between two fingers. When Yang saw he'd undressed, she looked quite pleased.
"I figured you worked out, but damn you're more buff than I expected. Very nice. Have a seat."
Jaune sat, watching Yang saunter over to him.
"Still alright with this? I told you, nothing happens you aren't alright with."
Though he felt like his following her 'orders' had displayed he was more than fine with it, Jaune found he appreciated her asking all the same. He nodded eagerly.
"I'm good!"
She nodded, then tore the wrapper and sheathed his erection with ease. Rather than straddle him, Yang twisted around and shook her ass right in his face. He hadn't seen as much of the back of her as the front, but Jaune felt like her backside was just as amazing as the rest of her, toned and pert with just enough jiggle to make the shake all the more enticing. She really was a complete package. Yang reached down and gripped his cock, then lowered herself and let him slip inside her. She rocked a few times, finding her angle before she leant forward a bit and started to bounce atop him, occasionally twisting to throw him a smirk over her shoulder. Jaune definitely felt like he was along for the 'ride', as it were, and he was more than happy with that as he gripped her hips and watched her move.
Her hair, long and blonde and a little ruffled even when she was perfectly put together on stage earlier, was now a brilliant mess, sticking to both of them where their skin was damp with sweat. Yang reached down to pull one of his hands from her hips, guiding it up to one of her bouncing breasts. As he'd suspected, his hand wasn't quite big enough to contain her ample breast, but he enjoyed the weight of it in his hand and Yang moaned and praised his efforts when he squeezed and toyed with her nipple.
Not wanting to come as fast as he was going to with her doing that, Jaune lifted his other hand and brushed her hair aside before he pulled her back to his chest, slowing her rapid bounces to a steady grind. Though it still felt incredible, it gave Jaune a chance to rein himself in a bit so he didn't go off too soon. Yang took it in stride, the plush curve of her ass pressed to his pelvis each time she rocked back on him. She used the closeness to guide his hand again, placing it pointedly between her legs and Jaune took the clear message, rubbing her clit as they fucked.
"Turn around."
Jaune panted out, and Yang stilled so she could turn her head to look at him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just... missing the view."
That was apparently reason enough for her to agree, and Yang rose in all her rumpled, flushed glory before she turned around and straddled him, guiding him back inside her. The position allowed him a little more leverage to thrust without worrying he'd buck her off his lap, and Yang used one hand to grip the back of the sofa while the other cupped her breast and offered it to Jaune. He took the offer immediately, closing his mouth around her nipple and sucking at it greedily. Yang moaned, even more vocal now than she had been when he was going down on her earlier.
He let go to catch his breath, awestruck by the display of Yang riding him; she was made to put on a show, he decided as he watched her. Her hand rested on his shoulder and he felt her nails dig in a little, watched the flush on her cheeks begin to spread down her neck and across her chest.
"Fuck, so close..."
She mewled, letting go of the sofa so she could touch herself again. Jaune splayed his hands across her back to make sure she didn't fall, and did his best to keep up his pace. It got harder for him to hold himself back, and he was almost as relieved as he was delirious with pleasure when Yang spasmed around him, rhythmic flutters and her increasing volume telling him that she'd reached her climax. A second one. Because of him.
That thought was enough to send him spiralling too, his hips bucking wildly as he mindlessly chased the high, trying to sustain the rush until he was too sensitive, too tired, slumping back against the sofa sucking in deep breaths. He reached down to grip the condom before he softened, and Yang dismounted him far too gracefully for someone looking so thoroughly fucked. She twisted and reached behind the sofa to grab him a couple of tissues, which he took with thanks to wrap the soiled condom in and wipe off the sticky aftermath.
Yang stretched out and pushed her sweaty hair off her face, reclining comfortably on the sofa.
"That was a lot of fun. And I definitely need a shower. You should probably head back out to your friends soon, before they think I Yangbanged you to death."
Jaune snorted, unable to keep from laughing.
"Yangbang?"
"When your name rhymes with bang and you do that for a living, you gotta make that joke. It's the law."
Jaune carried on laughing even as he began to dress himself. Yang continued to look quite comfortable in her birthday suit, while Jaune decided it was definitely one of his best birthdays ever.
"I uh... yeah, I've never done anything like this before. But I'm very glad I did."
Yang grinned.
"Yeah, I could tell this was all pretty new to you. If you ever wanna walk on the wild side a little more, I'll be around. Maybe you can find some new kinks, or bring a friend. Hell, if you're really lucky, I might bring a friend. But only if you wanted to."
Jaune blinked.
"Bring a friend?"
Yang smirked, resting one arm along the back of the sofa as though they were having a very casual, ordinary chat.
"You think I can only entertain one at a time? Oh, the things I've done... maybe I'll show you some time."
She winked, then led him over toward the door.
"You're leaving like that?"
"Well, I am a stripper and there's not as many people back here... but no, there's another door that leads to the performers-only area in the back of all these rooms, and it's nothing they haven't seen before."
Jaune couldn't help but look, but he saw no other doors. Yang just winked, squeezed his ass and then nudged him out of the room before closing the door behind him. He stood and blinked a couple of times, still stunned by the turn of events. A bored-looking security guard pointed him to the way out of the private rooms area. Jaune thanked him quietly and headed out, eyes scanning for the distinctive head of blue hair.
"He's alive!"
"How was it?"
Sun and Neptune were all over him, demanding details. Jaune shrugged, opting to wind them up a little more.
"A gentleman never tells. Where's Ren?"
"With Nora, told us to leave without him. It's almost midnight, so he's no longer really ditching you on your birthday and also you were... busy."
Neptune waggled his eyebrows, clearly angling for details of what Jaune had been busy with.
"Good. That means I can leave too."
Aside from the fact he doubted he'd see Yang again that night, Jaune really wanted a shower. Sun plucked a long, blonde hair from Jaune's t-shirt, grinning.
"So, did you have a good birthday after all?"
Jaune nodded, confident in his answer.
"Yeah. Yeah, I did."
-RWBY-
Well, I think they had a good time, don't you? Jaune definitely had a very nice birthday gift.
