Get the feeling people have been eagerly anticipating this next chapter. Let's get on it!

-RWBY-

Jaune headed through to the backstage area, a show of his wristband enough for the security guard to wave him through. It wasn't until he had walked through a couple of empty halls that Jaune realised two things. Firstly, the backstage area was bigger than he'd expected. And secondly, he had no idea where to find Yang. She hadn't given him directions whilst slipping him the wristband (and her sunglasses). Jaune continued walking, listening out for Yang's voice and looking for somebody he could ask. He got lucky a couple of minutes later, bumping in to Sun and Blake. They were both rumpled and flushed, but Jaune didn't think much of it - they had been dancing that night, after all.

Though he did notice Sun looking a bit surprised. He knew his friend well enough to think Sun looked like he'd been... up to something. Jaune almost asked, just to rib his friend, then saw Blake and Sun exchange a look and decided he didn't want to know.

"You guys did great tonight."

Sun grinned.

"Yeah? I'm really liking working here. Great money, hot women. What more could I ask for?"

"He was clearly talking to me. Me and Yang getting on stage is always a crowd pleaser."

Sun laughed, bantering back at Blake happily.

"True, but tonight was pretty tame. I've seen some of your other shows."

Blake rolled her eyes, but she continued to smirk over at Sun before she turned eyes to Jaune, gaze flicking down to his wrist then back up to his face. He was still wondering what 'other shows' Sun had meant, but Blake's question brought him out of his whirring thoughts.

"You looking for Yang?"

Jaune nodded.

"She left her sunglasses with me. I thought she'd want them back."

Blake let out a small giggle, and Jaune could tell that Sun was amused by the playful flick of his tail. Somehow, he doubted they thought his intentions so pure.

"She'll be in the ladies dressing room, head down there and take a left, then third door on your right."

"Thank you."

Jaune said. Blake offered him a quick smile, and then she dashed off down the hallway. Sun gave Jaune a grin and a clap on the shoulder, then gestured after Blake.

"I gotta go, she promised to buy me sushi if I did the tail hang tonight and I did!"

Sun took off quickly, leaving a slightly bemused Jaune in his wake. Though he was happy Sun and his Faunus traits weren't such an oddity there in the club; Sun was confident and didn't care about judgement, but any place that was safe and accepting could only be a positive for the man. Plus, if Blake also had cat traits, Sun had finally found somebody who enjoyed fish as much as he did.

Jaune followed Blake's directions, and got confirmation they were correct before he even walked in. The door she'd pointed him to was slightly ajar, and Jaune heard Yang's voice through the crack. Nobody else was audible, so he suspected she was either on the phone or talking to herself. The gaps in her speech said probably the phone though. He was going to wait until she was done, but their eyes locked in a vanity mirror Yang was sitting in front of when he peered in, and she turned to wave him in anyway. Jaune stepped through, glancing around the big room while she was talking.

It was full of mirrors, various bits of make-up scattered around on the vanity tables and racks of clothes pushed up against some of the walls or crammed in to the spaces between the mirrors.

"So Roobs, you're having a good time?"

Yang said, and Jaune quickly heard her laugh at whatever 'Roobs' said in return.

"That's how you used to say your name, why can't I call you that too? Fine, Ruby, are you having a good time?"

Jaune waited silently as Yang chatted, reassured she didn't just want him to leave by her throwing him a smile whenever their eyes met in the mirror she sat in front of. There was nobody else in the room, and Jaune felt a bit like he was intruding on a private moment. Before he had decided to wait outside for Yang to be done, she hung up and spun around, resting her backside against the edge of the table and flicking her hair over her shoulder.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your phone call."

Yang smiled, waving him off.

"No worries. It was my sister, she's out of town and I was just checking in with her before she goes to bed."

Jaune nodded, trying not to take too much notice of Yang's... lack of clothing. She had nothing on but a silk dressing gown, which covered her arms completely but was tied loosely around her waist and barely reached mid-thigh. Jaune quickly lifted his gaze when she readjusted her legs and he caught a glimpse that told him she had nothing on underneath.

"Oh. Uh. I brought your sunglasses back."

Jaune quickly said, holding them out to Yang. She leant over more than he thought strictly necessary to reach them, heat rising up his neck at the view.

"Thanks."

"Should I uh... leave? So you can get dressed?"

Yang giggled, shaking her head.

"I just got out of the shower. Blake wouldn't even join me. Terribly rude of her!"

"I think she uh, owed Sun sushi or something. That's what he said when I bumped in to them in the hall."

Something about the expression on Yang's face made Jaune wonder if he was missing something, but before he could decide to ask about it, another query jumped out of his mouth.

"Does your sister know what you do? Shit. I didn't mean to ask that."

Yang actually laughed, which reduced his concern a little. Jaune really needed to master the way his brain stopped working properly around the beautiful blonde.

"I don't go in to great details, but I also don't lie to her. She's an adult. If Ruby asks, I answer. I did some fights, which got me noticed by an agency who wanted me to do some modelling. Then came dancing. Which brought me here. I have a hot boss, awesome coworkers and I make a decent amount of money basically having a lot of fun. Why would I hide that from my sister?"

"That's... good. I'm glad you don't feel like you need to hide it."

Yang smiled and tilted her head in agreement, then jumped down from the table she was leant on. Jaune found himself following her around the slightly cluttered room, getting a tour that mostly involved her pointing out amusing or interesting show props and outfits. Then she opened up a cupboard, and Jaune felt a bit dizzy as he took in the array of... things in there. Lingerie even more provocative than he'd seen on stage so far, chains and whips and collars hanging on hooks. A shelf along the top seemed to hold an assortment of strap-ons and plugs. Jaune swallowed thickly, well aware of the amused, mischeivous smirk on Yang's face as his cheeks flushed.

"That cupboard over there just has some specific costumes in it, and the named hangers for those of us who have a regular get-up. Like my jacket. It seemed easier than trying to get a little closet next to each vanity. That one is Nora's table. You can tell by the mess. And Blake's is the one covered in books."

Jaune nodded along to show he was listening, then blinked a couple of times as he glanced at Nora's table again.

"Is that..."

"Yep."

Yang lifted the sex toy off the top, giggling.

"Why is that there?"

"Because Nora thinks she's hilarious. Sometimes she throws it at us. Don't worry, it's clean."

Jaune shook his head, bemused. It seemed that Nora was just as chaotic at work as she was the rest of the time. He saw a photo on her table, the petite woman wrapped around a muscular blonde he didn't know, who was dressed in a Viking-themed outfit.

"Oh, she's from England. She worked here for a little bit, and did some duo shows."

They continued on the little tour, and Jaune found there were even more risque photos in the dressing room. On top of the stack of photos on Blake's desk (held down with a bat shaped paperweight, which he guessed was Blake's personal touch) was a picture that made Jaune's eyes grow wide. It featured Yang, who was in a standing position and there was a recognisable head between her legs - though he could only see the back, the cat ears were a giveaway. Blake wasn't the only other one in the picture, though Jaune could only see male hands and abs, it was pretty clear there was somebody behind Yang who was helping her make that face.

Yang picked up the stack and flicked through them for Jaune's perusal. They were almost all explicit, including one of Yang and Blake naked and fooling around on what Jaune realised was the same sofa that sat against one wall of the dressing room they were in.

"That thing has seen some action. So has the desk my boss sits at in her office..."

Yang seemed to shiver slightly, but the look on her face said it was not a negative reaction. Jaune hadn't met the woman who ran the club, but he supposed Sun must have done since he worked at the club now.

The other women in the club were also in some of the photos, and there was one of Yang (he could tell by her hair, as the photo was taken from behind her) crouched between two men. Jaune's imagination filled in the rest.

"The boss threw a birthday party for the club. Lots of fun and debauchery. There's more photos from this party on the VIP part of the club website. A perk of membership is that if you can't make it to a VIP show, there's usually photos or video of it on there. I'll have to tell you more about that party later."

As their little tour of the dressing room led them back to the vanity Yang had been at when he first walked in, Yang turned around and let him walk in to her, her chest pressed up against his. His breath caught as he realised how close they were, the scent of soap still fresh on her skin.

"I did ask you here for a favour, remember?"

Jaune nodded dumbly.

"I uh... I thought you wanted your sunglasses."

Yang let out a giggle, shaking her head.

"No, but thanks for bringing them back. I actually asked you here to see if you were up for fucking me."

Jaune blinked, then shook his head and opened his mouth a couple of times, but no words came out of his mouth. Yang watched his stunned silent response, then seemed to decide he needed more information.

"I get pretty... wound up when I do a show with Blake. Normally, if we don't finish on stage, we come back here or find an empty room and finish what we started. That girl is phenomenal with her tongue. Plus we've got toys in here. But see, Blake very rudely told me she was busy after today. So, since we had such fun before... I thought I'd invite you back here. If you're up for it, that is."

Her forwardness still left Jaune a little overwhelmed, but certain parts of his body had already decided they were interested before his brain was done processing. He swallowed thickly and managed to find his voice.

"I uh... I guess I can help a friend in need."

Yang's grin grew wider, and she responded by undoing the loose tie of her gown and letting it fall to the ground. Jaune's eyes followed the reveal of bare skin as she took a step back to give him a better view, but he had just enough blood left in his brain to remember where they were.

"Shouldn't we go somewhere more private?"

Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Everyone's either working or gone home, and honestly wouldn't be the first time somebody walked in on sex. Wouldn't even be the tenth time. Unless we were on their table and they needed something, nobody would care."

As though to reassure him she was happy to get going there and then, Yang reached for his waist and undid the fastening of his jeans with one hand. Her other hand grabbed his wrist and pointedly placed one of Jaune's hands on her breast. He got the message and let his hands explore, and stopped only long enough to let Yang take off his top too. His jeans were soon puddled around his ankles and trapped there by his shoes. Jaune didn't get chance to do anything about it before Yang had dropped down, throwing him a cheeky wink as she looked up at his tented boxers before she made short work of getting his shoes and jeans off.

"Normally I'd tease you some more, but I really need to get fucked right now."

Yang said as she straightened up, reaching down to push his boxers down as she did so. Jaune couldn't stop himself from glancing at the door, worried about being caught naked, but Yang soon distracted him by stroking his cock to get his attention. Once he was focused on her again, Yang twisted her body around, somehow making every movement as sensual as if she were up on stage again. As she leant forward, she trailed a hand down her back, splayed it across her own backside and spread herself slightly. Jaune's gaze followed her hand, his eyes widening when he saw the sparkle of a jewel. As he looked, Jaune realised the adornment in the plug was the same shade of purple as Yang's eyes.

"My ass might not be quite as good as Blake's, but that's a high bar to beat."

She joked as she wiggled enticingly at him, landing a few playful slaps on herself that brought a rosy hue to her ass. Jaune shook his head, dragging his eyes back up to her face.

"Honestly, I think yours is better."

"Aw, you're always so sweet. Thanks, I do work pretty hard on it."

Yang leant over her table fully and their eyes met in the vanity mirror. Jaune wanted to be sure she was ready to take him without pain though, so he reached between her legs with his hand first. Yang let out a low moan as his fingers found her already dripping wet, and she twisted around with a condom in her hand.

"Figured you'd want to check, but we really can skip the foreplay. I had plenty on stage already."

Jaune nodded, opening the wrapper so he could roll the condom over his cock. As he looked up, Yang gave him an encouraging nod in the mirror, so Jaune aimed and pushed until he felt himself slide inside her. She was more than wet enough, making for an easy slide until he bottomed out.

"One of my favourite things about my job is how much I get off being watched, and that's probably why I love to fuck in here."

Yang rocked herself on him a few times, holding his gaze in their reflection. The angle of her body meant Jaune had a very good view of her breasts as they swayed with her movements, her hair a brilliant mess down her back as always. Still surprised by the turn his night had taken, Jaune began to thrust. It wasn't long before Yang was urging him to go faster, pushing back hard on him a few times to drive home her point that she needed more. He obliged her with a quicker rhythm, and as she responded with those sinfully sweet moans, Jaune dared let one hand leave her hip to explore the smooth skin of her back.

His eyes left the mirror briefly so he could watch his cock press inside her over and over, entranced by the erotic sight as her arousal coated the condom with each thrust. The jewelled plug she had in also caught his eye. His hand slid down, toying with it to test her response. Yang seemed pleased by his boldness, encouraging him to continue. Jaune knew enough not to just yank it out or shove it deeper in, but little tugs and twists seemed to win even more of those delightfully filthy sounds from Yang's lips.

"If you want, you can take it out and use your fingers."

"You like that?"

Jaune asked, and Yang nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, anal play is awesome, I love it. Just be careful with the flared base when you pull it out."

Happy to oblige the gorgeous woman's desires, Jaune eased the plug out of her and placed it aside. He knew he needed additional lubricant, so reluctantly pulled his cock out to replace them with his fingers. Yang wet them easily, and moaned happily when both his cock and fingers were inside her. It took him a little time to figure out a rhythm, but when he found his stride Yang only grew more insatiable. The mirror allowed him to watch the pleasure on her face, and it was incredible to behold. She bade him to still for a second, and lifted her foot to rest on the stool she'd been sat on earlier. It shifted the angle at which Jaune's cock stroked inside her, and Jaune was pretty sure anybody walking near the door would have heard how vocally Yang expressed her delight.

Jaune saw sweat forming on her skin, and a small part of his brain joked to itself that she was probably going to need another shower now. As Yang worked her own hips harder, she lifted her head to ensure their eyes met in the mirror again, her cheeks flushed and her lower lip swollen, a shallow mark indicating she'd bitten down on it between moans.

"Pull my hair."

The request had Jaune surprised; Yang had been pretty adamant that hair touching was a no-go before.

"Really?"

She nodded, gasping out another moan.

"I know you wouldn't... fuck! If I didn't ask you to. Sometimes I like it when I'm about to come."

Jaune would have been lying if he said he hadn't wanted to touch the hypnotic golden locks, so he was more than happy to oblige her that if she was sure. He moved his unoccupied hand slowly, and made sure he had a secure grip so he didn't just yank a few hairs out.

"Tell me if I'm too rough?"

"I doubt you will be, but if you are I'll let you know!"

Her voice was breathier, more strained as she moved with him. Jaune drew in a deep breath and ensured his footing was still stable before he pulled at her hair. He was too gentle the first time, as Yang mewled harder until he tugged a little more. He relaxed and tightened the pressure a few times as he continued to thrust, though maintaining so many separate actions was getting harder as his brain began to blur with his own pleasure. Still, he was determined to hold out until Yang was satisfied, moving his fingers faster in her ass as he dared to tug her hair just a little more roughly.

It was enough, Yang's body almost folding forward as she melted in to the climax, her muscles pulsing and fluttering around his cock as she cried out - half the building probably heard that, and Jaune found himself almost obscenely proud of being the one responsible for drawing such a sound from Yang. He slowed, releasing his grip on her hair - it was exactly as silk-soft as he'd expected - and waited for her to recover a little. Yang raised her head, hair sticking to her sweaty, smiling face. She reached back to guide his fingers out first, then rocked forward until Jaune's cock slipped free. He didn't deny a bit of disappointment (to himself) that he hadn't yet finished, though Jaune was still feeling high as a kite that he'd given her what seemed to be a rather intense orgasm.

Yang, however, wasn't done, turning around and sinking down to her knees. She rolled the condom off of him only to replace it with her mouth, evidently aiming to bring Jaune to his own knees by the way she sucked hard, deep-throating him like she didn't need to breathe before pulling back as he whined out that he was already close. If he wasn't so alight with pleasure, every nerve in his body seeming to tingle all at once, Jaune might have been embarrassed by his own sounds, but any concerns faded in the rush as Yang kept sucking him through his orgasm. His legs felt a little rubbery by the time the minx finally released him, panting as she smirked up at him.

Jaune reached a hand down to help her to her feet, still fighting to catch his own breath as he looked at her. Neither spoke for a minute, just letting their breathing slow a little. Then Yang pressed her lips to his forehead, which was a sweet surprise to Jaune - though they'd just had sex for the second time, there had been no kissing. His forehead wasn't quite his mouth, but he still felt like it was a rather nice gesture, and it allowed him to feel the soft, smooth surface of her lips.

"Thanks. I needed that."

"I... uh... you're welcome? I feel like it wasn't exactly selfless of me."

Yang winked.

"It was a win-win situation."

Jaune nodded in response, not sure what to say or do with himself now he'd... given her the favour she wanted? He looked down to locate his clothes - and to stop himself staring at Yang's chest too much - and spotted the band still wrapped around his wrist. Jaune reached down to take it off, but Yang halted his hands with her own.

"Keep it."

"Aren't people meant to pay for these?"

Yang nodded.

"Yeah, but the boss trusts us. If I started handing them out to anybody who was sweet to me, I'd be in trouble. And not the fun kind" she winked "but if I want to add somebody to my list for my own reasons and I'm still bringing in the business, then I can. Besides, it's more of a trade."

Jaune frowned, confused.

"A trade?"

"Yeah. If you are amenable to such a deal" she affected a faux serious voice, but only for about three seconds "I let you keep that, and in exchange you use your backstage access to come help me blow off steam after shows sometimes. The wristband gets you access to VIP shows, the VIP lounge, and the special access part of the club website where the fun photos are. Sound like a fair deal?"

A bit bewildered that Yang seemed to think he needed an incentive to willingly relieve her tensions, Jaune nodded his head.

"Good. It's a deal then. There's a sink and toilet through that door if you want to clean up a bit before you head out. I need to get home and get some sleep, I'm having breakfast with my dad tomorrow."

Jaune took the offered clean-up chance, and washed his hands before wiping himself down with a couple of paper towels. He was going to shower at home anyway, but it was nice to take a little sweat off and feel the cooling water on his skin. When he headed back out for his clothes, he saw Yang was also getting dressed. He admired the way her biking leathers hugged her muscular frame, noticing she'd put on a long sleeved top on before the leather jacket was zipped up over it.

"That was fast."

He commented, and Yang chuckled.

"Eventually all the practice taking your clothes off makes you pretty quick at putting them back on too. Plus if I don't hurry myself out I might start watching the Swan out there and never leave."

She winked at him again, then ducked down to retrieve a helmet from beneath her vanity table. After that, she perched down on her stool to put on heavy boots, but made no effort to hide that she was checking Jaune out as he redressed himself. Yang swiped the used butt plug from where it had been left and went in to the bathroom Jaune had vacated, running water suggesting she was cleaning it off before she left.

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon. Oh, by the way, the password for the website is printed on the inside of your wristband. Your name will be on the VIP list by tomorrow night. Swing by backstage any time."

Yang flashed him a bright smile, then disappeared out through the door with her helmet tucked under her arm. Jaune looked from the door to his wrist, twisting his forearm to look at the VIP wristband as though it was going to give him more understanding of how he had ended up in such a... well, amazing situation.

Still, Jaune wasn't about to turn down a golden opportunity.

-RWBY-

I've said before, I don't know when this fic will be updated, so while I appreciate the enthusiasm y'all just gotta be patient. It'll happen when it happens. Until then, enjoy this one!