Had a few people in comments and reviews suggest that the boss is someone called Goodwitch. I will offer no further information other than to say it's not. I think a few of you might be able to make a guess though!
Also, I think this is the longest chapter so far. Grab a drink, you thirsty lot need to stay hydrated!
-RWBY-
Jaune sipped his drink, the music thumping away in the background as his friends chatted around him. Ren was quiet, but Nora chattered away enough for four whilst Neptune laughed and playfully flirted with everybody. Sun had gone to change, as he was done working for the night and didn't want to sit at their table in just his little shorts. They didn't seem to mind that Jaune wasn't especially engaged at that moment. His mind was elsewhere.
He'd finally braved looking at the VIP section of the club website the night before. And, well... that had been quite an eye-opening experience.
The initial site was nothing outlandish - it made it clear the club had strippers and dancers, but the pictures were tame, just there to display the beauty and athleticism of the performers. A banner declared their zero tolerance policy on rudeness, harassment and violence toward the staff, and there was a link to the menu of the club's special cocktails and mocktails. All in all, it was well designed and did the job of advertising, with an option for booking parties and one with job vacancies.
Then he used the password in his wristband for the VIP section - not widely advertised, just a little link along the menu that brought the viewer to a page requesting their VIP password. Yang had mentioned that there were different passwords for different dancers, so that her boss knew who it was linked to - if there was a sudden influx of one in particular, then the boss knew somebody had shared their password, and it was changed. Jaune tapped out his password, and then hit 'enter'. And whoa.
Right away, the pictures were less tame. Jaune swallowed thickly and began to scroll, finding the menu options. There were choices to sort by dancer, by date, and then one just titled 'Special'. He clicked the option for specials, as he already felt quite hot under the collar just browsing and thought seeing Yang was too much to handle (yet). The club's birthday party Yang had mentioned having a lot of fun at was there, and the cover photo alone for "Twin Trials" next to it was explicit. He recognised Nora, and while he couldn't specifically see the toys, the leather belts around the hips of identical twin women and the position of Nora between them left very little to the imagination.
Jaune swallowed some water, his mouth already shockingly dry, before braving it and opening up the folder for the birthday bash. The cover photo was just of a bawdy cake, shaped to look like an ample cleavage in nearly non-existent lingerie. Once it opened, there was a lot more than the cheeky confectionary to see. Some of the photos were very casual, clearly taken on mobile phones to memorialise the moment, including the bad lighting and unposed faces of people simply having a good time. There were a few photos of staff and performers enjoying their slice of cake, including one of a tall blonde woman licking icing from her fingers while several people obviously watched her. Jaune didn't think he'd met her, but then he was pretty sure he hadn't met everyone at the club yet anyway.
The pictures were like a timeline, going from the simple raucous party atmosphere to the downright debauchery of a very... physical celebration for quite a few of the attendees. One photo showed Blake sat nude on the edge of the stage, her expression one of pleasure as one hand rested on the stage, the other resting atop the head between her spread legs. Another photo showed Nora laid across the bar stark naked, a wedge of fruit between her lips as somebody licked up a body shot from her stomach. There were a few featuring several performers smearing icing from the cake on each other, followed by playful 'clean ups' that quickly devolved to stripping off what little they had on.
As he moved on to the even hotter, more explicit images, Jaune saw a redhead he had not yet met with her hands on the stage pole, using it for leverage while a man fucked her from behind. Next to them, there was a dark-skinned woman with short hair that had white spikes in the front who looked to be having great fun as she rode the man beneath her. As he continued to scroll through, feeling more and more flushed all the while, Jaune reached what he realised were video clips. He made sure the volume on his laptop was down low before he dared press play. He was home alone, otherwise he'd have opted for headphones, but still.
He hadn't been in there much, but the VIP lounge was quite distinctive. Not that Jaune managed to look at the decor for long before his attention was diverted by... other things. Condom wrappers seemed to litter every surface (at least they are all being safe, Jaune mused to himself), and it was almost impossible to distinguish who was involved in some of the tangles of bodies. The club music wasn't quite able to drown out moans and shouts of pleasure, and Jaune just about caught somebody joking that they were going to have to throw out all the furniture rather than try to clean it.
Jaune tried to ignore his erection as he went on through, not sure he'd be brave enough to venture back to this little slice of decadent debauchery any time soon. Then again, he hadn't expected to be somebody who regularly went to strip clubs either. Though he only went to one. One that he knew multiple performers at. He was there to hang out and offer moral support... mostly.
Another video seemed to be a game of some sort, as the camera-holder occasionally panned down to the stopwatch they were holding before moving along the line. The line was made up of a variety of patrons, with several performers from the club knelt down performing (clearly skilled, judging by reactions) oral sex on them. Jaune recognised quite a few of them by distinctive hair, and he soon found his attention solidly on the one with long, messy blonde hair. As the camera approached her, Jaune realised they were saying something. He took a nervous glance around before turning it up and winding the video back a few seconds.
"And here, we have the Golden Dragon doing her best to over-achieve!"
Sure enough, Yang was alternating between two people, her hand stroking whichever cock she wasn't sucking before she switched again. She turned long enough to wink up at the camera, then went back to work. Jaune moved on to the next video - while he was sure everybody was having fun, he wasn't especially keen on waiting to see the ending mess.
It was some kind of video birthday card, it seemed, as the camera roamed around, getting "happy birthday" messages from the performers at the club. Well, that was what Jaune guessed was happening; it was pretty noisy, so half the words were unintelligible, drowned out by music and moans and laughter. But he caught the general gist, and watched as people greeted the camera, until he felt a pulse of arousal low in his belly when Yang filled the screen. She was not alone, and Jaune realised this was probably the source of that photo she'd shown him before. Yang was nude save for a pair of strappy heels (he briefly admired her incredible balance), a man's hands on her waist and her hands cushioning her face where she was leant in to the wall while she was fucked.
As she noticed the camera, Yang pushed herself up in to a standing position, leant forward slightly at the waist to give the camera a beaming grin. Yang gave her own birthday wishes, including gratitude for the boss being "amazing, and hot!" as well as a thank you for the various opportunities the club brought. At least, that was all Jaune made out, as Yang's words continued to grow breathier, strained and occasionally trailing off in to a moan. Somebody else walked in to the frame, and though Jaune couldn't see their face, he did see a pair of cat ears and realised it was Blake. Blake ducked down to suck and rub at Yang's breasts, and when she stumbled slightly the man behind her grabbed Yang's arms for stability. She seemed happy with that, and as Blake dropped to her knees Yang's breasts bounced freely with the quicker, harder thrusts.
Jaune was unable to help but relieve the growing tension, and scrambled to undo his jeans as Yang's moans grew louder. He was already painfully aroused, his cock twitching in his grip as he stroked himself quickly. The camera never left the scene of Yang, which Jaune was happy for, as he came not long after she did, the man behind her finishing a minute or so later. Messy, panting and flushed, Jaune managed to close the video soon after and put his laptop aside. He cleaned himself up, then sat down to process what he'd just seen.
It was... a lot. He wasn't sure how he felt for a few minutes, but ultimately he decided that everybody had obviously been having good, consensual fun - especially Yang, and Jaune was a little surprised to find he was not upset. If anything... he'd liked it. Well, watching Yang on stage had definitely already taught Jaune he did like to watch her sensuality as a spectator, though he definitely enjoyed experiencing it for himself when they'd hooked up. It continued to play on his mind, but Jaune went to sleep that night admitting to himself that, yeah, he was kind of in to it.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Jaune was brought out of his reminscing about the VIP section of the website by a weight dropping in to his lap. He blinked a couple of times, then realised it was Yang. Her hair was damp at the ends, and she smelled of soap and freshly applied body mist. Freshly showered, and as he'd seen her leave earlier with a couple of VIP patrons, he imagined that the freshly showered was linked to her being recently fucked. She'd already been on stage that evening - which was what had set Jaune's mind wandering off to the videos on the website again - and done a rather wild set dressed as a cowgirl, with lots of her moves displaying the power of her muscled thighs. She hadn't forgotten their inside joke, and her cowgirl hat was residing on the table in front of him.
"Did you give them a good ride?"
Nora laughed as she watched Yang use Jaune as her own personal chair. Yang nodded, grinning.
"It was fun. They're not as good as this one though."
Yang tipped Jaune a wink, which made his cheeks flush as his friends laughed at his expense. Though he supposed it was quite the compliment, since sex was (unofficially) part of Yang's job, and she was opting to hook up with him for fun.
"Are we laughing at Jaune? Without me?"
"Sun, go away or I'll put hair removal cream on your tail comb."
Jaune grumbled at his now-dressed friend, who had spotted the amused group and Jaune's red face. Sun gasped, and flicked Jaune with said tail.
"You wouldn't!"
As Sun sat down and joined in the chatter, Jaune felt Yang bounce lightly in his lap. There was no way she couldn't notice his erection, and she leant in closer to tease him.
"I'd help you out, but even I need a minute to recover after earlier."
Jaune swallowed thickly, her breath tickling his cheek.
"I uh... I was just remembering something. I looked at the uh, VIP section of the website last night."
Yang leant back a bit, though she stayed in his lap.
"Oh. So... what did you think?"
Jaune could tell she was a little unsure what his answer was going to be. He was quick to answer, not wanting his friend to think he was judging her - or Nora, who was also his friend and also worked there.
"It was... yeah, it was intense. But it looked like everyone was having a good time. And... ok, I admit I thought it was hot."
Yang's eyes lit up. Nora, who somehow managed to be quiet enough to eavesdrop on their conversation, piped up.
"Those erotic shows will be starting up again soon. We don't do them all the time, otherwise we'd all be exhausted."
Jaune snorted.
"I don't see how you could ever run out of energy."
Nora stuck her tongue out.
"You're right. That room is under renovation after some idiot plumber swore he'd fixed the pipes. I'm sure the boss killed him after she saw the damage caused by one bursting. And since it needed a lot of work, she decided to upgrade too. But it's almost done, so you can come see the saucy stuff."
The others laughed at Nora's comments. Jaune made a mental note to stick with not meeting the boss. She sounded slightly terrifying. Yang glanced away before she turned back to Jaune, and his heart just about jumped out of his chest in surprise when she leant forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"I hope you'll come see my first show."
Jaune could do little more than nod dumbly. He was saved the trouble of finding words by Neptune, who had reached over and tugged Sun by the tail to get his attention. The yelp of surprise got him everyone's attention.
"So, Sunny-boy, where's Blake? She's never normally more than tails length away from you."
Sun almost managed to stifle his reaction, but a brief widening of his eyes and the way he cleared his throat gave away his initial surprise at the question. He played it off, but Jaune and the others just laughed at him; Sun and Blake hooking up was now considered the worst kept secret at the club. They continued to rib him playfully about it until Yang and Nora both sat up straighter and hushed them, as they had recognised the music changing in that way that indicated somebody was about to come up and start a new performance.
Jaune's eyes widened as he saw the performer. She was introduced as the Ivory Swan, but Jaune knew her name was Weiss. And he'd found that out very awkwardly. Yang had invited him backstage to... help her alleviate tensions from the show she'd done. And Weiss had walked in half-way through, when the two were stark naked and Yang was on top of him as he joined the list of people that had gotten up to mischief on the sofa in that dressing room. As Yang had said before, Weiss seemed surprisingly unconcerned, and did little more than roll her eyes at Yang before she headed over to her vanity. Yang introduced them to each other like that was normal to do when somebody walked in on two people having sex. She barely even slowed down to talk.
If anything, Jaune had been the only one to feel awkward about it. But he definitely still thought it was pretty awkward.
As Weiss strutted out on the stage, Jaune realised she was quite petite. He hadn't been able to gauge it from his position on the sofa before, but it was quite obvious when she came out on stage. She had some towering heels on, though she moved as though they were comfortable slippers, and her small stature did nothing to diminish the powerful presence he immediately felt from her. From the moment she began to move, sensual and slow in a pale blue (or was it white? Jaune couldn't tell under the club lights), it was as though she cast a spell upon everybody watching her, demanding their full attention.
Her hair was pure white, glowing beneath the lights and some small accessory on top of her ponytail glittered at certain angles. Jaune had a little trouble focusing entirely on her with Yang still in his lap, but even he was drawn in to the performance. Her gown fluttered gently as she swayed to the music, her slow, purposeful motions a world away from the frenetic energy of dancers like Nora, or the playfulness of Yang. It was as though the club really had something for everybody, no matter their preference. Weiss had the air of a sophisticated lady, somebody in control of every second as she captivated the audience.
It seemed to take a while before she even started the stripping part of her 'strip show', but nobody seemed to mind. Still, Jaune saw Neptune leaning forward eagerly (and he wasn't the only one) when Weiss reached behind herself to undo the fastening of her gown, which pooled to the floor and she stepped out of it gracefully. The lights changed to flatter her lingerie more, the shimmering fabric reminding Jaune of freshly fallen snowflakes as she sauntered around the stage.
As they tended to enter and leave the stage through doors either side, Jaune hadn't realised until that moment that there were steps that led down from the stage. Weiss descended them slowly, a security guard shadowing her not enough to break the spell Weiss had on the audience. The music picked up just a little, and it went perfectly with Weiss teasing patrons, leant over tables as she mouthed along to the lyrics. Anybody who tried to touch her was instantly rebuffed with a small but firm hand, and Weiss continued to glide between the tables until she reached the one Jaune was at.
Weiss used the music and her body to flirt with each of them, pale blue eyes full of heat and a small smirk that promised... something, though Jaune wasn't sure if it was a promise of pleasure or pain. Possibly both.
Yang blew a kiss to Weiss when they made eye contact, and Jaune saw the small smirk twitch up in to a smile before it returned as she gave Jaune a little moment of her attention next. Then she pulled Neptune's chair out like it weighed nothing, and gave him her sole focus for a moment. He looked about ready to pass out with joy when Weiss lowered herself and wriggled in his lap, grinding in to him just long enough to be an arousing tease before she straightened up. She swept around a couple more tables, though nobody else got the mini-lapdance that almost gave Neptune a heart attack.
Weiss ascended the steps back up to the stage, turned her back to the crowd before she unhooked her bra and whipped it off. The music wound down as she turned around, offering everyone just a glimpse before she waved and walked away, perfectly timed to leave the onlookers desperately wanting more as her set ended.
"Wow. She's... different."
Jaune commented, noting how Neptune was clearly still recovering from his encounter with the Ivory Swan. Yang nodded, and she looked a little flustered herself.
"Yeah. I love watching her dance. We live together, but she never dances like that at home. Which is probably for the best, or I'd never leave my house."
"I think she broke Neptune."
Ren commented, looking amused as he did so. Neptune glared, but said nothing to refute the statement. Nora giggled.
"She has that effect on a lot of people. Just look at the stage."
Jaune looked, and saw there was quite a decent amount of money that had been thrown up at Weiss. He knew they got paid by the club and the tips were extra - otherwise whoever went on last of the night was getting a raw deal, as there was a good chance a lot of customers had already spent their money for the night. But still... Yang joked that it was definitely Weiss' turn to buy the snacks for their next movie night.
They chatted for a little while before the final performer of the night was announced. Jaune watched as the Crimson Lion came out on stage, a tall, toned woman with a long mane of deep red hair. Her outfit looked like kind of like armour, and Jaune noticed she had something in her hand...
"Is she holding a sword?"
He asked Yang, who giggled.
"I think it's meant to be more of a short spear. It's not sharp, but it's always hot when a woman has a weapon. Or maybe it's just me who thinks that."
She answered quietly, murmured close to his ear so he could hear her over the music without her interrupting the show. That, and she probably knew it made him a little tingly to have her lips so close to his skin.
Whatever it was, the weapon was soon discarded and Jaune was able to take in the rest of her outfit. It was clear after a moment that her clothes were leather, not metal, as they moved with her body and she didn't look weighed down by it in the slightest. There was a gold necklace glittering above her cleavage, which was just barely contained by a brown and gold corset that hugged her trim waist and wide hips perfectly. While he admitted to himself he had a weakness for Yang in particular, Jaune thought all the women he'd seen perform so far were very attractive and talented, and the lioness stalking the stage in her 'armour' was no different.
He also admired the design of her outfit - while they were all one piece, her thigh high boots had been layered to appear as though she had greaves on, and every piece shone just enough to play in to the illusion of it being real armour.
"Pyrrha's captivating, isn't she?"
Yang leant back to whisper in Jaune's ear, and he nodded, well aware it was entirely intentional when Yang wriggled in his lap with a soft giggle. He tried to pay attention to the stage rather than the minx in his lap, just about managing to appreciate that 'Pyrrha' evidently put a great deal of energy and effort in to her dancing. Her tight skirt didn't seem to impede her at all as Pyrrha worked the pole, wrapping her long legs around it, strong muscles holding her off the ground with apparent ease.
The red belt (Jaune had thought that was her skirt for a moment, as it was almost as long as the tiny black skirt she actually had on) dropped to the ground first, a tease that revealed no more skin than had been exposed before. Pyrrha smirked at the audience, obviously enjoying their attention as she swayed to the music. She turned her back to them, bare skin visible between the lacing of her corset. With one fluid motion, Pyrrha had opened up her corset at the front, though nobody could really see anything until she tossed it aside and turned around, now bare save for the tiny black skirt and her thigh high boots.
With each article she removed, Pyrrha's dancing grew more erotic, her expression flirtatious as she caressed her own body. She ran her hands down over her hips, then slid them back up along her thighs before the little black mini skirt was unfastened, falling to the ground so she was completely nude save for the boots (and necklace, but Jaune wasn't sure it counted as clothes anyway). From... somewhere, Pyrrha produced a small bottle of oil. Probably a hidden pocket on her boots, Jaune mused, though it may as well have been a magic trick for how seamlessly it was in her hand.
Flirtation was entirely bypassed as Pyrrha drizzled oil over her chest, trailing it just below her necklace to let the drips run down her breasts. There wasn't a word Jaune could put to it other than straight up arousing as he watched Pyrrha massage the oil in to her skin. She shone beneath the lights, tracing shapes along her stomach before she went a little more risque and ran her fingers down over her breasts, lingering just long enough to tease herself with her fingertips before she moved on. Somehow it was both blatant and teasing, too much and not quite enough all at once.
Even Jaune found himself disappointed when she finished and sauntered off stage, feeling as though she hadn't quite... finished the performance. Though that was a part of it, he supposed, always leaving the audience wanting more without quite leaving them unsatisfied. Pyrrha had definitely put a lot of effort in, and the hard work was clear. It felt a little like foreplay for those 'erotic shows' Yang and Nora had been talking about earlier.
Yang wolf-whistled as Pyrrha left, while everyone else sat silently recovering from the finale of the night. Slowly, a low hum of chatter began, like the end of a movie in a cinema when everyone stopped staying quiet to hear the dialogue on screen. The bar called last orders soon after, and Yang twisted in his lap with a grin.
"Enjoy that?"
"It was... yep."
He answered, and she looked amused and happy by it.
"I'm hungry!"
Nora complained, breaking the spell somewhat and a chuckle rolled through their group around the table. Ren nodded, draining the last of his drink.
"Want to go get food? I could eat."
"Yeah. Noodles? That place down the street stays open late because of us."
"Did someone say noodles? I'm in!"
Sun agreed, and he and Nora got up to go and collect their things from the staff room while Ren said his goodbyes and shrugged on his jacket. Yang kissed his cheek just to make him smile, and Jaune would have hugged him but Yang still hadn't moved, so he just waved and wished his friend a good night.
"You need to go? I'm gonna hang back and play some pool when people have cleared out."
Jaune shrugged.
"I don't have to be up early."
Neptune decided he was staying too, and so they got up from the table to meander over toward the bar. Jaune had his VIP wristband on, and Neptune had one he'd actually paid for too, so that plus them sitting with Yang meant the bar staff made no moves to encourage them to finish up and get going home soon. Neptune was even allowed to order snacks. Jaune drank his coke slowly - as he spent a fair amount of time at the club now, he was mindful about how much alcohol he consumed and made sure to have plenty of soft drinks or water instead.
By the time he had finished his coke, security had finished clearing out everybody who wasn't staff or with a staff member, and the music had been shut off. The atmosphere was quite different, though with the pole still up on stage and Yang still wearing those tiny shorts from her earlier performance, Jaune had not forgotten they were in a strip club.
"They with you?"
A burly guy in a security jacket asked, subtly checking that Yang was comfortable with her companions.
"Yeah, we're gonna play some pool and hang out before we head out. I've had a long night, need to unwind."
He nodded, and left them to it.
"They stay backstage until it's empty here. We always get walked to our cars and bikes, just in case."
Jaune nodded at Yang's explanation. That was good of them, ensuring the safety of the performers. With the lights turned up and nothing much else happening, Jaune spotted that there was a balcony up on one wall. It wasn't huge, just big enough to house a chair or person by the looks of it.
"You have a private viewing balcony?"
He asked. Yang glanced up, then shook her head.
"That's the office. Boss likes to be able to look out and see what's happening. The office was built on as an extension, there's a staircase to get up there but she can look out without having to come all the way around. I wouldn't be surprised if she jumped down from there to fight someone off if the need arose."
Jaune blinked.
"Wow. Okay then."
Yang giggled, then hopped up and headed around to the other side of the bar.
"You want another drink? It's on me."
She winked. Jaune shrugged.
"Just coke. I've still gotta drive home."
Yang nodded, and filled three glasses with the soft drink. Neptune thanked her, and picked up his pile of snacks in the other hand so they could follow Yang through to the pool table. Neptune sat down and continued eating, though he found time to crack a joke.
"Since you have the best rack here, you should rack the balls."
Yang stuck her tongue out at him, but went ahead and set up the game. She handed Jaune his pool cue, and then made an incredibly obvious effort to bend over the table. At her height and with no tricky shots to make just yet, Jaune knew it was just to wind him up. He looked anyway. Yang smirked over her shoulder at him.
"Enjoying the view?"
She asked, then took her shot before straightening up. That view was good too - she only had a bikini top and her trademark tiny jacket on her top half. Before he had chance to come up with an answer, Neptune piped up.
"Hey, where's my love? You've basically forgotten me since I brought Jaune along!"
He was grinning, the words obviously playful rather than an actual complaint. Yang raised an eyebrow at him, but then she was smirking and strutting over to him. Neptune let her pull him to his feet, so Yang could press her body against his.
"I'll make it up to you sometime, don't you worry."
Neptune barely had time to deal with her proximity and words before Yang had stepped away, and he looked down in confusion at his now empty hand. Yang held up the stolen bag of chocolates, grinning.
"Mine now."
"Hey!"
She giggled, then deliberately stared at him the whole time whilst slowly unwrapping a chocolate, which she then popped in to her mouth and made exaggerated noises of pleasure at the taste.
"If you wanted something tasty in your mouth, you only had to ask."
Neptune teased, then dropped back in to his seat and picked up the bag of crisps he had brought along. Jaune wondered if watching Neptune flirt with Yang should have bothered him, but shrugged it off. He hadn't been bothered by her handing out a couple of 'club specials' earlier that evening, and Neptune flirted with everyone. Plus, he'd enjoyed watching her get up to all sorts when he went through the VIP website. He decided to stop trying to analyse it, and just enjoy the ride.
"Yes, I cleaned the bottom of the shower!"
Jaune turned in confusion as somebody outside the room yelled in. Yang turned toward the door with a smile, and soon both Pyrrha and Weiss walked in. No longer naked and covered in oil, Pyrrha had dressed in some skinny jeans and a well-fitting t-shirt. Weiss seemed to only have a soft blue dressing gown on. Jaune didn't question it.
"You had better! That oil is super sexy. Slipping in the shower and breaking my neck is not."
Pyrrha rolled her eyes, but took a chocolate when Yang offered her the bag she'd stolen from Neptune.
"Jaune, this is Pyrrha, and you've met Weiss. Don't worry, he knows no real names around customers."
"Yeah, we uh... we met."
Weiss simply looked at him, her lips turned up at the corners in amusement as he remembered that rather awkward first encounter with her. She wasn't wearing her heels, so her petite stature was very evident amongst the other women, both Yang and Pyrrha much taller than her. Still, he felt that same sense of a strong presence from her, and honestly she was a little intimidating. Especially as they hadn't really spoken before.
Pyrrha was far more relaxed, greeting Jaune cheerily before she gestured at the other woman.
"Don't mind Weiss being naked under there. She's got a VIP to entertain tonight still."
That confused Jaune slightly - the club was empty save for them, as far as he knew. But then, maybe there was somebody waiting in a private room? He shrugged off the thought, since it was nothing to do with him anyway. Weiss was a little frosty with him at first, but by the time the group were done sharing chocolates and debating who was next on the pool table, she had relaxed a bit, and he felt like perhaps she needed a bit of time to warm to him. Which he was fine with.
Yang continued her attempts to wind Jaune up, flexing and bending over the table as she played against Neptune (having thoroughly beaten a very distracted Jaune). Neptune was in his element, having three women who laughed at his jokes that he was able to playfully flirt with. Pyrrha and Weiss sat giving commentary, although Weiss' commentary was almost exclusively about Yang's ass. Which Jaune was fine with, if he was honest. Yang finished trouncing Neptune, and took off her jacket to give a celebratory shake.
"Girl is a hustler!"
Neptune pouted, whilst Yang just grinned smugly.
"That implies I pretend to be bad. Not my fault you guys can't take your eyes off the goods."
"What can I say? Between balls and boobs, I choose boobs. Or booty."
He winked, giving Yang a very blatant up-and-down look. She turned and gave him a little wiggle and the two began laughing. Jaune smiled as he watched them, enjoying the comfortable atmosphere between everybody.
"Well, this has been very entertaining, but I have a club special to perform before I go home."
Weiss said as she stood up. She hugged Yang and Pyrrha before she left, and it only took Jaune about twenty seconds to notice Neptune had followed her out.
Well, he was wearing a VIP wristband. Though Jaune had a feeling Weiss at least kinda liked him too - he'd been the only person who got actual contact when she performed earlier, after all. Which was saying something, as she was very clearly a "look but don't touch" performer - nobody was even permitted to place their money in her waistband, which other dancers did allow to happen. Neptune definitely liked her, so Jaune was happy for his friend to go have some fun.
It did leave him alone with Yang and Pyrrha though, and both women were definitely feeling mischievous that night.
"Want another game?"
Yang asked. Jaune nodded.
"I'm sure you'll win again though."
Yang smirked and leant against the table, tucking a few errant strands of hair behind her ear.
"How about some motivation? If you win... I'll give you a kiss."
Jaune blinked.
"Uh... okay?"
That was a rather novel offer from her, as Yang did not kiss when she was at work. Except maybe her co-workers, for fun. It was right up there with touching her hair as off-limits to customers. Jaune was definitely not against the idea of her kissing him, though. So obviously, he agreed.
As they set up the next game, Pyrrha and Yang were talking about their plans for the following day.
"Hey, Jaune?"
"Yeah?"
Jaune looked up, having been resolutely not staring while Yang was leant provacatively over the table to rack the balls up.
"You like martial arts, right?"
He nodded.
"I do."
"I have to open up the gym tomorrow morning for my dad. If you want, you could come by and I'll give you a tour."
He was suprirsed by the offer. Hanging out outside of the club? That seemed... different. But he certainly wasn't against the idea. Besides, maybe it was just Yang taking up the 'friends' part of their friends-with-benefits arrangement (that he was very much enjoying the 'benefits' of!).
"Oh. Sure? Your dad isn't going to try and fight me is he?"
Yang laughed heartily.
"No. He's not gonna be there, but also he doesn't just start random fights. You're safe."
He agreed, and Yang put his address down in her phone so she could pick him up the next morning, and they agreed upon a time. Still rather stunned, he was nonetheless happy about it. He enjoyed working out, so a gym tour sounded fun anyway.
Yang was even more underhanded that game, having ditched the jacket completely so she was in just the bikini top and tiny shorts, stretching and shaking whenever his eyes were on her to ensure Jaune was very, very distracted. Pyrrha was visibly amused by their antics, a spectator to Jaune growing increasingly flustered.
It was no surprise to anybody that he lost, given that he had very little focus left to put in to the game. He was admittedly a little disappointed when he realised that he hadn't won the offered prize of a kiss.
"Well, I won, so I definitely deserve a kiss."
Yang declared, then made a beeline for Pyrrha and kissed the red-haired woman soundly on the lips. Jaune could do little more than stare, shocked and definitely a little turned on. His brain took a minute to switch back on, so while he noticed they were whispering to one another, he had no idea what they actually said to each other.
"We'll give you a little consolation prize though."
Yang said, and beckoned him over before asking for his phone. Jaune handed it over without question. He watched, a little confused about what she wanted with it as Pyrrha stood up next to them. Yang reached behind her back with her free hand and untied her bikini top, letting it fall open so she could whip off the skimpy fabric. Well, that was definitely enough to console Jaune... but then why did she want his phone?
"Bragging rights selfie."
Was her simple explanation as she turned the camera to front facing and held it up, and Jaune wasn't sure what surprised him more; Pyrrha hiking her shirt up to expose her breasts, or her leaning in to kiss his cheek as she did so. Yang winked as she snapped the picture, capturing them and also Jaune's cheeks burning pink with a mix of awkward surprise and absolute delight.
"See you in the morning."
Was all Yang said as she picked up her jacket and top, Pyrrha fixing her shirt before the two women strutted off, leaving Jaune with an erection and a very interesting photo. He took a few minutes to gather himself, flushed and unable to suppress the smile on his face. Strip clubs had never been somewhere he expected to spend so much time, but there was no denying he never had a dull evening when he was there.
-RWBY-
Jaune: "my life is awesome and I have no idea how I ended up here but I am DOWN WITH IT"
