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Jaune wondered when he'd stopped finding the music too loud. How many trips had it taken for him to adjust to the sounds?
It had been about a month since his birthday, and he'd been unable to keep from going back to the club. He'd seen several of the dancers shows by then, though none had quite mesmerised him the way Yang had that first night he saw her.
Mostly, he didn't even end up spending too much time watching them dance. Between already knowing Nora and Yang stopping by to say hello when she wasn't busy, Jaune found himself befriending the dancers themselves. Nora liked to wind him up, and Yang was as hypnotic and sensual and forward as she had been that first night, although the two of them had not... gone back to a private room since. Jaune didn't take that personally; she'd said it was a birthday gift, after all. And Nora had even said the other dancers found him sweet and genuine, so they enjoyed his company because he wasn't trying to get something else out of them.
That night, he was there mostly for moral support. Sun had decided he could use some extra income, and since he was confident and physically fit, he'd landed himself a job at the club. From what Jaune had seen, Sun was already pretty popular. And he had a bit of a novelty in the way he used his tail while dancing, like the way he wrapped it around the pole as a part of his routine. He'd stopped watching when Sun was down to just a pair of tight and luridly bright briefs - as much as he loved his friends, Jaune wasn't enamoured with seeing the outline of Sun's penis against fabric, nor him gyrating against the pole.
Yang seemed quite happy to watch him though. She was sat on a stool, facing the stage whilst Jaune was stood next to her, leaning against the bar and trying not to stare at her too much. The bartender (Jaune was sure he'd heard the ladies call him Junior, but hadn't asked the man his name) could obviously tell Jaune was enamoured with the pretty blonde, if the occasional sly grin their way was anything to go by.
As she leant back against the bar, somehow managing to dance in her seat as she sang along to the music, Jaune felt it was terribly unfair she was able to be quite so entrancing even when she was just sitting there. At least on the stage she wasn't just trying to relax. Although Jaune doubted she wore that sort of outfit when she was relaxing outside of work - tiny shorts with the straps of a thong visible above the waistband, paired with a bikini top and that snug little jacket she always seemed to have on before the stripping started. Strappy little sandals adorned her feet, and with her hair tied up and sunglasses perched on top of her head, Yang wouldn't have looked out of place on a beach.
The tiny jacket didn't cover all that much, and the bikini top was pretty small, so Jaune had a fairly unrestricted view of her breasts as she shifted around in her seat. When he realised he was staring - again! - he pulled his eyes up, and caught Yang smirking at him. He was very much caught in the act.
Cheeks flushed, Jaune looked away again. It wasn't long before Yang drew his attention again, leaning back against the bar and winking before she went back to her little singing and dancing in her seat. Jaune glanced over at the stage and saw Sun was wrapping up his performance, flicking his tail playfully at those who continued to throw money up on the stage. He was happy to see his friend doing so well at his new job, even though the man's performance did nothing for Jaune personally. The music continued to play, filling the space between shows as Sun left the stage.
When he looked back at Yang, she was looking at him. She held his gaze the entire time, throwing him a heated look as she raised her hands and tugged the fabric of her bikini top down and flashed him right there at the bar. He was momentarily stunned at the sight, but eventually managed to drag his eyes back to her face. Yang threw him an obscene look, then started laughing as she readjusted her top. He was about to apologise for his unabashed ogling, but another voice cut in before he found the words.
"Are you teasing the poor guy?"
"Blake, would I do that?"
Yang quipped back, holding out an arm to pull the other woman in to a quick hug. Blake rolled her eyes, reaching up with her free hand to scratch idly at her ears. Her cat-like ears were dark enough that they blended in perfectly with her short black hair, though they were still quite distinctive by themselves - not many people had an extra set of ears, after all. She was a little quieter than Yang, but Jaune found her witty and funny whenever they talked.
"Yes. Save it for the show. Or backstage."
Blake chided, though her grin took any sense of scolding out of her words. Yang continued to smile, visibly unapologetic.
"It's nothing he hasn't seen before! And speaking of shows, I notice you don't even have a book so I can only assume you were watching Sunny-boy up there?"
"I don't always have a book."
"Blake, we've been friends for over ten years. You have more books than shoes, and that is saying something for a stripper. But I definitely saw you checking him out."
"I was not!"
Jaune watched the two banter playfully, then noticed his glass was empty.
"I'm getting another drink, can I get you two ladies one?"
Yang twisted her body toward Jaune more, resting one elbow on the bar and smirking.
"Are you trying to get me drunk? Sure, go for it."
Blake tsked and poked Yang in the arm.
"Behave. We need to be sober for the show or the boss will have your ass. And not in the fun way."
Yang pouted at her friend, but she was smiling again before long.
"Spoilsport."
Blake rolled her eyes, but she threw Yang a fond look before turning back to Jaune.
"So, how's work going? You're a teacher, right?"
Jaune shook his head.
"Teaching assistant. Close, but I'm there to help rather than be in charge."
They kept the conversation light - though they chatted regularly enough, Jaune remembered Yang telling him that customers were not meant to get personal, and so while he'd mentioned he was a TA at a university, he hadn't mentioned which one. It was akin to telling them where he lived, he felt, which definitely seemed like personal information, whilst he already knew what their job was, so he shared his too. He knew very little of their lives outside of the club, but they still had fun hanging out and he was happy to go along with the boundaries put in place.
After a few minutes, Blake looked over to the bartender. He in turn looked down at his watch, then nodded back to Blake. She nudged Yang, then gestured with a thumb over her shoulder.
"Time we headed backstage blondie."
Yang nodded, one hand squeezing Blake's thigh with a wink.
"You go ahead, I'll be along in a minute."
Blake gave Yang a pointed look, then raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
"Alright then. Don't be late."
She headed off, turning heads as she went. Her tight shorts and thigh-high boots were very flattering on her figure, and the shirt she had tied below her breasts exposed a toned stomach and rounded hips that swayed as she walked. While Jaune was still very much a fan of the Golden Dragon in front of him, he could acknowledge that Blake was a very beautiful lady. Yang watched her friend leave, then turned back to Jaune with a dreamy sigh.
"Damn, that girl has a great ass..." she trailed off, then seemed to give herself a mental shake "so, have you seen a duo show here before?"
Jaune shook his head.
"I don't think so. There was one show where there were three women on stage, but it was more of a dance warm up before the main shows?"
Yang nodded.
"Yeah, we do have some here who are just dancers. Pays more to get down to nothing but stilettos and a smile, but the money for dancing is still pretty good. Let me just say... you're in for a treat."
She leant in close, her perfume clouding Jaune's next few breaths as one hand splayed over his chest. Before he could ask what she was doing, Yang had grabbed his hand and slipped a wristband over it. It was black, with golden letters spelling out 'VIP' on it. She leant in even closer, lips brushing his jaw before she was speaking softly in his ear.
"Come see me backstage after the show, I have a favour to ask."
Jaune was still recovering by the time Yang had sauntered off toward backstage, leaving him unable to ask what on earth she meant by wanting a favour. He was drawn out of his confusion by something touching his face, and Jaune turned to find the tip of a tail only a couple of inches from his eyes. The tail was attached to Sun, who was dressed only in a pair of snug shorts.
"Having fun?"
He asked, and Jaune gave a half-nod.
"That's one word for it."
Sun laughed at his answer, turning to order himself a non-alcoholic drink at the bar before he looked back to Jaune.
"I'm still on the clock, but boss lady said it's ok for us to rehydrate if we need to so I thought I'd check on you before your untimely death."
Jaune frowned.
"I'm going to die?"
Sun gave him a cheeky grin, thanking the bartender as he took the glass from him.
"That would be telling."
Obviously in a playful mood, Sun occasionally flicked Jaune with his tail while he finished his drink and refused to elaborate further no matter how many times Jaune asked. Sun drained his glass and then straightened up to head back to work.
"There's something hanging out of your pocket mate."
Confused, Jaune looked down and saw Sun was right. Somehow, Yang had managed to slip one arm of her sunglasses frame in to the pocket of his jeans, so they were hanging against his leg. He had no idea when she'd done that, though when she was whispering in his ear Jaune was so distracted he could probably have missed something catching fire nearby. The sight made him chuckle; it had become something of a regular thing Yang did, as a joking reference to the first night he'd come to the club. Most nights he was there now, Yang made sure he had an article of her clothing, which she showed up to ask him to return later.
It almost seemed like she was making excuses to talk to him. He doubted it, but the running joke still made him smile. She'd already invited him backstage and given him a VIP wristband, so Jaune was sure he'd be able to return them. He got his glass refilled and then went to get himself a seat closer to the stage before they all filled up. Sure enough, the shift in music that alerted the audience to a performer about to come on had the other seats filled in short order.
The only thing up on the stage was the pole, until Yang and Blake strutted out. The Golden Dragon and the Shadow Cat commanded the attention of everybody there immediately, and Jaune couldn't help but swallow thickly when he saw the whip curled up against Blake's hip. Yang had put on a slim black collar too, which seemed to indicate that Blake was leading the dance that night. Blake slipped a finger through the metal loop on the collar and used it to pull Yang close, leaning in without quite kissing her before the two parted again and began to dance. Yang dropped her jacket soon enough, and Blake followed suit by untying her shirt and stripping it off to reveal a black bra underneath.
Their individual dancing quickly devolved in to something less graceful and more lewd, but no less mesmerising as the two slid against each other, seeming to know where the other was without looking when they weren't face to face. Jaune could tell they had danced together many times before; they were amazing at it in that way that only came with practice. Blake's heels helped even out their height when the two pressed chest-to-chest, grinding up against each other to the beat and giving each other heated looks. Jaune's mouth went dry as he watched Blake slide a leg between Yang's, meaning she was grinding against a toned thigh as she danced. Not satisfied with just that, Blake slid a hand under one cup of Yang's shirt and openly groped her, smirking when Yang pressed her face in to Blake's shoulder.
Yang lifted her head and looked quite keen as she went in for a kiss, but Blake moved her head away and waggled a scolding finger at her, moving her hand from Yang's breast to her shoulder and giving her a playful push. Yang went back, though it was obvious there was no real force to the push but she backed up against the pole all the same. Blake closed in and manhandled her fellow dancer, which Yang seemed very happy about. She ended up turned around and bent at the waist, hands braced against the pole with Blake behind her.
Blake draped herself over Yang's back and slid her hands up and down Yang's sides, and Jaune briefly envied her balance - he knew how hard staying steady in that position was, and Blake was wearing heels too - before he was understandably sidetracked by the fact Blake had removed Yang's shirt to expose her breasts. After letting her hands roam playfully a little longer, which drew a lovely flush to Yang's face, Blake straightened up again and tugged down Yang's shorts. The thong underneath hid very little, though that was probably the point.
With her hair still tied up, Yang had quite an effective handle for Blake to grab hold of, a little tug on her ponytail making Yang lift her head up and twist around to look at her friend. Blake took the whip off her hip and unrolled it. It wasn't terribly long, but Jaune still winced inwardly a little at the first few strikes. Blake seemed entirely at ease wielding it, and after a minute Jaune relaxed - Yang did not appear to be in any actual pain, and the marks left on her bare ass were not angry welts. So it was probably more of a play prop than a real, serious whip. Not that he was exactly experienced in such things, but he got the feeling both ladies on stage probably were.
They continued on that way for another couple of minutes before Yang straightened up, twisting round quickly to grab a hold of Blake's wrist. The motion exposed more of her bare chest to a very grateful audience. With her free hand, Yang reached behind her neck and the collar loosened a few seconds later, allowing her to pull it off. Blake dropped the whip and backed up a couple of steps, the look of surprise on her face appearing quite genuine although Jaune was certain the entire thing was choreographed. Yang reached up and fastened the collar around Blake's neck, indicating a role reversal as she removed Blake's bra and loosened her own hair, shaking out her magnificent blonde locks.
The earlier grinding was all the more intense with both women topless, and Jaune would have been lying if he said it wasn't having... quite an effect on him. His skin felt warmer as he watched the two slide against each other, groping and squeezing and somehow still dancing when they were surely distracted. Blake made it clear she was quite limber as Yang directed her to the pole, squatting down in those heels effortlessly before she slid back up and gave an inviting wiggle of her backside. It was an invitation gladly accepted by Yang, who hooked her thumbs in Blake's waistband and tugged down her shorts. Rather than strip them all the way down, she let the waistband settle just below Blake's ass, enhancing the impressive shape even more.
Blake appeared to have nothing on beneath her shorts, and her pale skin bloomed with the shape of Yang's hands easily when she got a few slaps to her ass. She stripped her shorts off completely before moving closer to the edge of the stage, taking her time to shake her ass at all corners of the crowd with a move Jaune thought was called something like "twerking". Either way, it was very effective, as the amount of money being thrown on to the stage increased dramatically in appreciation of Blake's backside. Even Yang looked to simply be enjoying the show for a moment, until she slipped a finger through the loop on Blake's collar the way Blake had done to her earlier. Blake's mouth brushed against Yang's stomach and sternum as she raised herself slowly up, and Jaune doubted he was the only one staring, open-mouthed as Yang offered the other woman her breast and Blake accepted hungrily.
Yang watched with hooded eyes as Blake sucked her nipple, one hand bracing against Yang's back while the other went up to squeeze Yang's other breast. Blake's hands weren't big enough, but she seemed quite happy to have plenty to play with. She switched sides, thumbing the nipple still wet with her saliva as she sucked the other in to her mouth. The two never broke eye contact the entire time, until Yang gripped Blake by her hair - careful to grab the back so she didn't accidentally grab a handful of Blake's cat ears - and pulled her up, finally getting the kiss she'd been seeking the entire dance. They made out, greedy and sloppy with groping hands and searching tongues, and it went on just long enough that Jaune wondered if the two of them had forgotten they were even supposed to be working.
As the music wound down and the two parted, both looking quite flushed and dishevelled, they bowed and blew kisses to the cheering onlookers before strutting off the stage in perfect time with the song ending. Blake made sure to give a couple more shimmies before she was out of sight, and Jaune sat simply trying to catch his breath for a couple of minutes. His drink barely wet his very dry mouth, but it was another couple of minutes before he felt safe to stand up to get another. He was very glad Sun wasn't sat next to him for that performance, as he was sure his friend would have never let Jaune live his reaction down.
He debated going for another alcoholic drink, before deciding his brain had probably already been through enough that night. After he finished his lemonade, he took Yang's sunglasses out of his pocket and looked at the VIP wristband. After he checked the time and felt like Yang had at least had long enough to get dressed again, he started to make his way over to the backstage door so he could return her sunglasses and find out what her favour was.
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Oh Jaune, whatever could it be?
