AN: Kink-Request Fill. Fang goes to a strip club with friends and Serah happens to be one of the strippers there.
"And welcome to the land of plenty." Sazh directed her by the shoulder through the red-chipped doorway into the dimly-lit establishment. A neon-blue glow permeated the whole establishment, lit up from colored line-lighting strung up around the walls with faintly gleaming light permeating from the ceiling. There was a long bar to her left, lining the wall of the entrance for immediate access. Small, circular tables dotted the middle of the establishment; all had glowing white surfaces and a tall stripper's pole emerging from the middle. Further back yet, a longer, horizontal rectangle of a platform T-forked at the middle with bolted-in chairs lining either side. Exotic dancers were entertaining some guests privately at the circle tables while other men and a few women sat forward at the front, drooling over the procession in the middle.
"Happy birthday, kid." Sazh patted her shoulder once. "You only turn 19 once, so you might as well enjoy it. Who knows? You could even get lucky tonight!"
Fang shot Sazh a cocky smirk. "Luck has nothing to do with it, old man. Women just know what they want around me."
Sazh laughed. "Cocky little shit, ain't you?"
Fang grinned back. "Well, when you look as good as I do..."
Sazh chuckled again, shaking his head. "Alright player, lets see these skills in action." Sazh started directing her to one of the circular tables near the center stage, which were mostly empty as much of the personal attention was given by more secluded tables in the back- but Fang was confident, Sazh knew, and would probably like a best-view situation along with the personal attention without being shy about it.
Fang grinned, still cocky as Sazh led her to the seat. "Alright, alright." Sazh nodded her down. "Old man's going to the bar; don't wanna cramp your youngin's style or whatever old farts do to interfere with their niece's 'skills'. I'll send a few drinks over your way. Maker knows, with that ego, you certainly don't need them."
Fang chuckled. "I'll see you, Uncle Sazh. Thanks for the present."
"You're welcome, kid." Sazh scratched his afro, grinning at Fang lopsidedly, affectionate. "Have some fun, Fang. I'd hug you, but...people around here get the wrong idea, so I'll just see you at home later."
Fang chuckled again as the old guy turned and left to the bar, perhaps watching from afar to the stage way back in front, which was where Fang's attention had now turned. Gazing at the parade of exotic dancers on stage, Fang's eyes immediately caught on the catchiest one, drawn to her as Fang always found herself drawn to a beautiful woman.
The dancer on stage was a full-breasted beauty with long, flowing hair that descended down her body in riveting waves, seeming to cascade like a waterfall. Fang could already picture herself pulling those long locks- but that wasn't even the best part of her. Girl had a body of a Greek Goddess; her full chest was emphasized to show exact proportions, covered only by a thin strip of dark green lingerie that was designed for a girl much less blessed. Her lace, frill panties matched the eloquent swirls on her bra and Fang suddenly found herself jealous of the dancer she currently glided over to.
Spiked heels clicked lightly as the woman seemed to float, rather than walk, over to one of her working friends on stage who was busy nuzzling a pole between her breasts. The foxy beauty looked up at the woman disapprovingly, lips pursed, eyes narrowed. She lifted a hand to adjust her wire-thin, square glasses and adjusted the lens before pushing her glasses up a little further on the bridge of her nose.
" Candy, you've been a bad, naughty girl." The purr of the woman's majestic voice could barely be heard over the pounding lyrics of "Bad Girl" in the background, but Fang was listening attentively. Fang watched as the foxy woman cupped Candy's ass and slid her fingers down along the barely-clad thong-stripper's rump. Candy groaned and thrust out her rear to the fox, resting her head on the pole as the devious woman drew out a whippy-stick from somewhere on her far side. Fang had half a moment to wonder where exactly she had pulled that from before she smacked Candy's ass with it, hard, echoing a satisfying swap! through the club. Fang grinned.
Brilliantly luminescent crystal amber eyes swept the room and suddenly, those milk-chocolate eyes turned directly on Fang, as if automatically zooming in to Fang's gaze on her. Watching her unblinkingly, the fox moved up behind blond Candy and thrusted her roughly into the pole. Candy groaned, but mystery woman gave her no heed as her eyes stayed fixated directly on Fang. Reaching her free hand to the pole above Candy, who slid up and down slightly, pinned in a pole-to-fox sandwich, dark eyes smiled thinly at her watcher, oblivious to all the others, perhaps even Candy as she mercilessly drove the woman against the pole, grinding her into it.
Then, liquid lusty eyes smoldering on Fang, the wicked woman lifted her whip behind her and flicked her wrist down fast and cruel to her own luscious ass, making herself jerk against Candy and smother the poor woman into her respective pole tighter.
Fang felt her cock twitch.
"Hey there." Fang was forced to tear her eyes away and refocus as a new woman's sea-shell clad breasts stepped into view in front of her face, breaking her eye contact with the foxy stripper. Fang stared at the new allure for a good thirty seconds, eying and measuring this newcomer's breasts who stepped into her sight. Not as big as her stage-girl, but so much closer and more tangible to grasp. Fang forcibly broke her gaze from the seductive breasts before her to look up into this new woman's face.
Dark hair, smiling and friendly, her eyes were more golden and amber than her friend on stage and she seemed a tad warmer, much less dangerous. Fang could easily picture her first girl in a torture-set scenario, but this one seemed friendly and she had a pleasant smile, one that she was directing at Fang kindly. "I hear we have a birthday girl set on the loose. 19, now, is it?"
Fang smiled back as the woman seated herself in the chair next to her. "Yeah, that's right."
"My name's Lebreau." The woman introduced herself kindly. "It looks like you could use a drink, by the way. Good thing I brought you one." Lebreau pushed over a drink closer to her that Fang hadn't even observed her setting on the table, she'd been so distracted.
"Fang," Fang returned, reaching for her glass as Lebreau nodded for her to do so. Bringing the liquid to her lips, Fang almost winced- it was much too fruity and sweet for alcohol, so much so that the sting barely came through. Fang was used to much harder stuff and she politely returned the cup to the table after just a sip of the sweet liquid. Lebreau leaned forward in her chair, showing Fang an ample view of the tops of her breasts, lush and pushed together, tightly confined in those strung-together sea-shells that were asking to be ripped off.
"So, Fang," Again, Fang had to force her eyes upwards to keep from staring at Lebreau's Milk-Duds. "See any dancers you like?" As Lebreau leaned forward, her hand brushed Fang's arm, but instead of moving it away, Lebreau began to stroke up her arm softly with the pad of her thumb. "Anyone dazzling you up there?"
Fang minutely noted Lebreau's sensual stroking and smiled cockily to herself. Definitely having some fun tonight. Why haven't I ever been here before? Nodding towards the stage, Fang indicated the tall, foxy stripper. "Dark blonde's got a little something."
"Jihl?" Lebreau glanced over at the stage momentarily, where Jihl was kissing Candy's jaw. "Nabaat's our specialist." Lebreau chuckled. "Very easy on the eyes and willing to do just about anything to you, but very sadistic-minded. Girl's as likely to torture you and leave you unquenched as she is to please." Lebreau's amber eyes darted over to Fang and met her gaze. "Besides," Lebreau added, stroking a little higher on Fang's arm. "She's not nearly as...flexible as some of the other girls."
"Oh no?" Fang lifted an eyebrow at Lebreau, smile curling as her mind toyed images of Lebreau gasping against the wall, under her, scraping her nails into her shoulders and...! "Might you help me catch one of those girls?"
Lebreau's smile fixed as she leaned over more. Inches from her, Lebreau paused, letting Fang close the distance, which she excitedly went to do- "Hello, sexy." A purring rumble stopped Fang as, the moment interrupted, Lebreau turned to the new voice with Fang, eyes narrowing.
"Jihl." The name tasted like ice on Lebreau's lips as Fang's eyes snapped to her scantly-clad chest and rested there, seeming to take a nap on the luscious sight. Lebreau could tell Fang was a breast girl only moments after seeing her- and no one had boobs like Jihl, especially not up close. The woman was stepping on her territory again, something the minx liked to do to reassure everyone of her authority, that she was not a lowly stripper like the others. If she didn't bring in half the club herself with those tits, Lebreau would have fired her a long time ago. Lebreau's tone had gone icy. "Don't you have a show to perform?"
"Just as much as you have drinks to serve." Jihl returned before completely dismissing her. Fang felt the pointy-end of Jihl's whip touch up under her chin, where she lifted Fang's face to look up at her face. "Eyes up here, darling." Jihl teased her, tracing the tip of her whip along Fang's jaw and cheek. She rapped her little whip against Fang's cheek, light, but smartly. "Naughty girls get punished when they stare."
Fang could feel herself tingling again, and a little twitch at Jihl's hit as heat and blood flushed through her lower parts. Not yet. Fang silently reprimanded that bad, bad boy. Who knew what Jihl would do to her if she hardened so soon? The thought only made her shiver again as Fang squeezed her legs shut over her dick in an attempt to quell him. Fang gazed up into Jihl's hypnotizing eyes, already feeling subjected to this beauty and willing to trade herself over to some Nabaat torture.
Lebreau's hand on her arm suddenly stiffened before the woman beside her stood. Seconds later, Fang felt a weight plop onto her lap as Lebreau slid directly in front of Jihl, saddling her legs. Fang quickly held out her arms around Lebreau's back so she wouldn't fall, something that Lebreau smiled at. "Fang, baby." Fang's attention rocketed back to Lebreau, who slid her hands up Fang's biceps soothingly before pressing her warm mouth to Fang's neck, where she started kissing her anxiously. "Let's have some fun." Lebreau cooed against her neck.
Fang's cock jerked and rose this time, her closed legs unable to prevent her arousal from heightening. She groaned as she felt herself expanding in the tight, rough confines of her jeans that scraped against her. Fang silently cursed not having thought to wear boxers today, but the regret was fleeting. Lebreau's mouth on her neck and her newly arisen arousal was just the right mix of pain, pleasure, and desire. Fang looked down at herself to see she was only centimeters away from nudging Lebreau with her tip. She craved touch and wanted to guide Lebreau's hand down her pants- Lebreau hadn't seemed to notice her uniqueness yet, though, and Fang wasn't allowed the chance to let her.
Tutting disapprovingly as the bar harlot's insensitive way of throwing herself ungracefully into Fang's lap, Jihl stepped to the side of the desperate kisser and pulled back the long end of her favorite little whip. Flicking her wrists out with deadly accuracy, Jihl struck a hard blow to Lebreau's cheek.
"D-agh!" Lebreau reeled back from Fang's neck, holding her cheek as rage filled her eyes when she immediately spotted Jihl.
"Haste in seduction is an unforgivable sin." Jihl told her, light brown eyes gleaming.
Lebreau snapped. "You stupid bitch!" Leaping from Fang's lap at her offender, Lebreau seethed and growled when Jihl cleanly sidestepped. Reaching out her arm, she grabbed Jihl's ankle and jerked the smooth woman off balance, who tumbled to the floor. Lebreau was on her in an instant, but Jihl cleanly tossed her off and pinned her back to the ground evenly as Lebreau snarled at her worker, making death threats. Jihl simply smiled and, breasts bunched, laid her generous chest down on top of Lebreau. She silenced her boss with a kiss and pulled away quickly. Lebreau froze and went quiet before trying to follow Jihl's lips back up again- only to receive a vertical finger to her mouth.
"Patience is a virtue." Jihl reprimanded, enticingly smushing her breasts against Lebreau's. Lebreau looked dazed, at a loss as to whether she should keep yelling or try to ravish Jihl again, with the way she was squeezing those tits against hers. Jihl's finger started tracing down Lebreau's body, tortuously just evading all the sweet spots.
Unnoticed, the middle platform of the glowing table that Fang was sitting at dropped around the pole before levitating back up again, carrying a pretty girl with it.
Fang unconsciously hardened stiffer at the sight of the girls wrestling; her hand dropped down into her pants to touch herself. She whimpered. "Come baack..."
The girl who'd risen on the platform glanced around the table. There was only one girl for her to serve today and she seemed otherwise distracted by yet another fight-lustfest between Lebreau and Jihl. The girl rolled her eyes. Those two were always cutting at each other's throats, Jihl in her sly, sneaky fashion, and Lebreau in open outrage. It always ended the same too, with Jihl able to completely sooth Lebreau back down with some guided torture and smooth words.
Shaking her head, she looked to her one table occupant, who was staring longingly at the two wrestling on the floor. Serah wondered if she'd been the poor victim tonight, if it'd been her that Lebreau and Jihl had chosen to fight over. Girl certainly looked enraptured enough with their fighting.
Might as well help her out. She was very beautiful, after all, and a girl so remarkable was definitely not a common commodity in this place of usually hungry men.
Sliding across the top of the lit-up surface on her back- just because she could and Serah kind of liked the feel of the cool surface under her shoulders- and made her way over to her new girl.
"Hey pretty woman," Fang nearly jumped out of her skin as a soft pink head of hair popped into view in front of her. Head and shoulders followed as the girl leaned off from the table and more in front of her."You look a little lonely." The pink-haired woman's hands curled around Fang's neck. "Let me take care of that." And suddenly, the newcomer's lips were on hers, pressing and seeking Fang's mouth as she kissed her lips, her chin, her jaw, and back to her lips again, hungry for the taste of Fang.
Serah wasn't usually so forward with her customers- not this early anyway- but the moment she got a full forward view of this beauty, Serah was drawn to her. It was a strong pull she didn't even consider resisting. The girl was stunningly beautiful and Serah knew a rare catch when she saw one. The pretty thing probably had been Jihl and Lebreau's fought-over victim. Serah had no doubt they'd choose her, she was so exquisite and Serah wasn't about to let a good opportunity go to waste when the girl was mourning jihl and Lebreau's loss.
Fang answered her new best friend's kisses ravenously, not even heeding the way her jeans grew tighter yet and more painful still. Here was exactly what she needed- and the girl was anxious for her. Fang could already feel fingers tangling in her hair lusciously. Serah parted their lips by only a fraction of an inch to whisper. "What's your name?"
"I'm..." Fang had the strangest blank out of all words and knowledge from her mind momentarily. The woman's lips were too inviting, too delicious. It took her a few seconds longer than it ever had in such a situation with such a pretty girl. "I'm Fang." Fang recalled, breathing a sigh of relief that her mind had reconnected to her body again. She could feel the girl smiling, their lips were so close. "What's yours?"
"I'm Dazzler to some," Serah kissed her again teasingly, licking Fang's lips. "but you can call me Serah."
"Serah," Fang echoed, liking the way the name rolled off her tongue. "I like Serah."
Serah's lips scraped hers in her response. "Serah likes Fang." Fang smiled and kissed her, massaging her well-practiced lips along Serah's mouth, tonging her bottom lip deliciously till Serah's tongue playfully poked hers and initiated a love-fest. Fang groaned, practically throbbing in her pants. She wrapped her arms around Serah's neck and shoulders in turn. Serah was inflaming her body and Fang was consciously aware of her hard erection poking up between her legs.
Anxious for more of the exotic beauty, Fang pulled Serah completely off the table, where Serah gathered herself to situate across Fang's lap. Hiking herself forward against Fang and sliding further up her lap, Serah gasped sharply, surprised, and broke away from Fang's mouth to look down at the bulge between Fang's legs that was pressing up against her through Fang's jeans and her lingerie. Serah glanced up at Fang questioningly, eyes wide and astonished.
"Is that a problem?" Fang asked evenly, masking her disappointment. Fang had come across a variety of reactions to her...unusual circumstance. While confident, bridging on cocky- okay, a little more cocky than most- and very clear in her desires, this was always a paramount moment in whether or not she could continue with a girl. Some accepted her fine enough, and all of them enjoyed it thoroughly once they got started, but Fang would never ever force continued contact if the girl was too uncomfortable with her. Fang inwardly groaned, wishing she had waited a little longer before pulling Serah into her lap. And now that the girl was there...Fang groaned again at the thought of the loss, she was comfortable, pressing against Serah like that.
"No, no!" Serah was quick to cut off Fang's doubts. Perking back up, Fang saw that Serah's gaze had dropped to her lap again. "You feel huge." Serah told her, momentarily lapsing out of her Dazzler stage character to continue staring at Fang in awe. She tried to guesstimate the inches of how much Fang was poking and rubbing against her from her lap. Serah began reaching for her, then stopped abruptly. "I'm sorry." Serah looked back up at Fang. "You probably just want your lap dance- here." Serah grinded herself across Fang's lap and right into her erection, causing Fang to groan as Serah's fingers lifted to her cheek.
Serah moved again, scraping into her and Fang gripped the small girl's shoulders tightly, fingers digging in. "Serrrahh." Fang breathed, loving the way she was purposefully sliding her covered sex against Fang's erection. "Shit." Are they supposed to do this? Fang wondered of strippers as a whole. Maker! Fang groaned. If this was the normal kind of attention one received, Fang wondered if she might not buy a membership pass. "Fuck! Serahhh."
Serah's breath was hot on her ear as she continued to rock against Fang's body. "I love how you say my name." Serah purred, grinding Fang. Even through two layers of clothes and the rough massage of her jeans, Fang could feel herself building. She was going to make a mess in her pants if Serah continued this route. Kissing down her jaw, Fang jerked spastically as she felt curious fingers just dance over her lap, touching her erection and pausing before hurriedly scuttling away.
Fang choked at her touch, even through jeans, and grabbed Serah's wrist as her fingers danced away. Guiding Serah's hand back over her arousal, Fang clamped Serah's fingers over the top of her shaft and bucked again while Serah squeaked. Her fingers traced down over Fang lightly and Fang felt the ghost of her touch through the material separating them as Serah continued to rock against her. Serah squeezed suddenly, grip tight, and Fang almost came right then and there. Her nails pierced Serah's skin as the girl relentlessly continued to ride her lap.
Serah's fingers lifted to the lip of her jeans and Fang shuddered at the touch of her warmth. Serah was at her ear again, whispering that in that sweet voice that was taking Fang to the edge. "I'm not supposed to..." Serah's fingers trailed down a fraction of a centimeter into the lip of her jeans to indicate what she was talking about. "Then again, I'm not supposed to ride you or touch like this anyway..."
Back to the curious girl behind her stripper persona. Fang moaned; she wanted to smile welcomingly at the girl and quip something about low resistance and how all the girls fell for her, but all she managed was a quick, breathless, "Go!" to Serah, who's hand dipped inside Fang's jeans anxiously. Fang didn't know when exactly her belt had come undone, but silently congratulated the sneaky minx for her good work-then bucked again as Serah's soft, warm fingers descended upon her.
Fang thrashed as Serah's gentle touch covered her all she could, shielding her from the sandpapery feel of her jeans. Serah's fingers ran over her head, where the girl lifted her hips once more and ground into her passionately, wet and dripping too. Fang bit Serah's shoulder, hard, as she came, only partially muffling her satisfied growl as her fluids shot out over Serah's fingers and drenched her pants. Serah hugged Fang to her body with her free hand, heart thumping heavily with her own arousal as Fang's heat spilled over her fingers. Fang shuddered and clenched her teeth, bruising her soft skin in the most delicious way.