Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Saiyan What's your Pleasure? ( Chapter 11 )

The Things We Do

Sayian What's Your Pleasure?

Trunks woke up first; he was filled with great anticipation. He loved waking up after expelling his energy. This Sayian healing factor worked wonders; he felt great. Perhaps, he had deprived himself for too long, he had let work life interfere with living. He looked at Pan's mussed hair. It's black strands were long and lustrous. He leaned over to her and kissed her shoulder blade and wondered how she would respond if he had admitted to her that she had been the only woman he had ever woken up with. He had never spent a full night with anyone except for when Bra would have nightmares or when he and Goten had been very young. No, Pan had been the only person he had ever spent an entire night. He laughed at himself at the wonderment of that. It was a happy feeling, for he remembered the first time, he had been duped to baby sit Pan and Bra. Bra had curled up and slept in Pan's bed. Pan wouldn't let Trunks tuck her in, she had to keep hearing the stories he had been telling them. Her favorite was when he and Goten had battled Broyli with Videl and Gohan. He would make up silly things to embellish the story and she would correct him, having heard it so many times from everyone. Finally, she had fallen asleep on his chest. Gohan had woken him when he and Videl had returned home that night. “I'm fine,” he had told Gohan and rolled to his side, careful that Pan stayed tucked to him, safe in the crook of his arms on the large couch. Gohan hadn't tried to bother them again as they slept. Trunks doubted Pan had remembered that, but he had stored it away. He didn't have an attraction to her that had been perverse; it was just a comfort to him. He never tried to analyze it before, except now, now sleeping with Pan had taken on a different meaning for him. It would never be that sweet innocent thing, like a big brother or father keeping his child safe at night. Though truthfully, it was her keeping him safe. Trunks might not ever admit to her before, but she gave him solace and peace; maybe one day he would.

Trunks was hungry for food, but he but he would curb that until Pan awoken. He got up and went to the bathroom. He pulled his brush through his hair, and once again thought of Pan's black locks. He bent under to the counter and grabbed a box a black dye. He carefully took the gloves out, and then he mixed the dye with the activator, and proceeded to cover his lavender hair. He checked the clock next to his bed. He noticed that Pan still hadn't moved. Heh, - she could sleep as deep as any Saiyan. He was grateful that she hadn't gotten up at an ungodly hour. They had been up and busy at 4 AM. Trunks next went to his medicine cabinet. There inside was a small box of facial hair dye. He had learned long ago not to use the same dye for his head and eyebrows. Trunks checked the time again; Pan was in the same position as before. She was out- he mused- Trunks grabbed a tissue and wiped a drip off his brow. There was no stain on his skin. He wondered what Pan's reaction would be to this little change. That made him chuckle; he was actually happy and excited about today. It had been a long time since he had gotten to go out incognito. There would be no flash of lavender. He stepped into the shower to rinse off and shampoo the dye out. Stepping out of the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist, grabbed another towel and dried his hair; checking the strands for complete coverage. When he opened the door steam billowed with him. Pan was just beginning to stir.

Trunks crawled up behind her on the bed, and wrapped an arm around her. He kissed her neck, “morning.”

“Morning Trunks,” Pan greeted him huskily. He picked up a large section of her ponytail, running his fingers through it and noticing that though it appeared black there were shimmering shades of other colors; browns, reds, and sometimes gold strands. Pan yawned and stretched her feet out, “that feels nice.”

“You're being very lazy this morning.” He quipped. It was amazing to him; how natural it felt; laying with her talking to her. He was thankful he didn't feel awkward, not like a guardian in a traditional sense. Then he started to kiss her shoulder again, and cupping a breast.

“Trunks you're such a dirty old man.” She told him

`Hey- I am not,” he protested. However, he lightly pinched her nipple and then whispered in her ear, “I am not that old.”

“Uh” Pan reacted to him and leaned back over, and Trunks kissed her reverently.

His towel pulled off and he reached down his hand testing Pan's opening; it was wet. He stroked himself and guided his cock inside her again.

Pan had not completely opened her eyes, and when Trunks had touched her lips she closed them tighter in anticipation. She relished in the fact that Sayians only wanted two things in the morning; Sex always came before food.

It was as though she had whispered to him. It wasn't improbable knowledge; sex before food, sex before training. Adding internally; unless of course when there was no sex; Sayians had to eat, love to train, however, Trunks was enjoying sex before anything at this point.

Pan opened her senses; Trunks was not expelling high amounts of Ki, and her power level was normal again, “Ah, Kami,” she sighed. Trunks was taking his time, moving deeply and slowly. Then she opened her eyes; to give him that look; to make him move faster.

“Oh, Hey- Who, What the Fuck? Geez Trunks.” She yelped scooting away from him. Then she laughed.

Trunks growled his displeasure. He slid closer back to her and delved inside her again. “Don't pull away from me and laugh sweetie,” he thrusted deeply inside, loving her guttural moan of pleasure.

“I am not laughing,” she breathed out, `I just didn't expect to see your hair black.” She explained between pants.

He chuckled, forgetting for a moment that he had changed his hair color. “Pan, I'll explain later- shut up and make love to me, ne?”

A part of her melted and the other half was set aflame. She would shut the hell up in one second. “Kiss me baby,” she ordered him.

Trunks did, but he increased his tempo, explaining in his way that he didn't mind her calling him baby.

They lay side by side both looking up at the ceiling. Dawn had turned to morning, then late morning, and now it was nearing noon. They both looked content.

“So, food or shower Pan?” he asked.

“Are you asking which one I want or which one I want first?” she asked back.

“First” was his short reply.

“I need to pee, and then I need to eat.”

“Oh. I will go down and well, breakfast, lunch, or brunch?”

“Yes!” she yelled as she jumped up to go pee.

Trunks laughed, “that's not… Oh ok all three, I get ya.”

“Stupid Sayians” she yelled from the bathroom.

Pan sat down and peed. Damn I feel great; then she wiped. Ouch! Ugh, ok I am a little sore there. I guess its to be expected baby- she laughed and flushed the toilet. Pan gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She still looked the same - she smiled and then stuck her tongue out at herself. Next, she checked out her neck, the two `burn' marks hadn't healed. She washed her hands and thought about asking Trunks about it. Then she left the bathroom running down the stairs. She was starving

After eating, Pan went to find her cell phone. She had left it in her backpack in the GR. She was texting work, explaining she would be late. She then requested a later shift if that was possible. Trunks had discussed this with her. It would be intriguing, a new adventure. The young kid in her eager to go on another adventure with Trunks; the desire for raw Ki had her very excited. They were going to fed together, what ever that was supposed to mean.

However, as Pan waited on a reply text, she began to think about her mom, and then her grandmother. Her eyes teared up slightly; to her this was a clear indication of her humanity; Pan missed everyone greatly. Pull it together, she reprimanded, you don't want Trunks to worry. She promised herself that tomorrow she would take time for herself.

A moment later her phone beeped, a received message:
Sounds Great! Be expected at 6PM for evening show-

BIG CROWD TONIGHT!

FREE SUSHI BUFFETT!!!!

GIRL GIRLS GIRLS

-Ladies free all the time

-First drink free

“Crap,” Pan hated the ads that would come with any texts from the club. She pressed the message button and everything disappeared. She trekked back inside to shower; she started to think about tonight. “Great,' she mumbled. The evening show was larger, that was the one they had wanted her to start working. They hadn't had to press her, they must be thinking of what a coup! She smiled at the double meaning. I wonder what Trunks will think? It will definitely be a coup for us.

Trunks was in the shower when she stepped inside. He grabbed her and kissed her. He stepped back and grabbed the shower gel. He could not wait to lather her breast. He really enjoyed them. “Ah a ta-ta man.” She stated

“Hah, not always.” He replied,” Yours just amaze me.”

Pan would just have to get use to these kinds of conversations. She loved how they use to talk, so easy. However, now it was still easy, just not the same context. “I bet, do you remember the first time I teased you with my breast?” she asked. “You were so shocked that I put those keys down my shirt.” She laughed.

Trunks stepped up close and squeezed both globes. Kissed her nose and said, you are so right and now look how nice they fit in my hands.”

Pan actually blushed, but thought; yeah he loves my breast…. and watched as he rinsed them down and kissed each one.

Pan could only lean back as she pressed his body up to hers. Trunks rubbed each breast, the shower rained down on them. She felt such a longing for him that the need to consume Ki left her. He still hadn't expelled his Ki as he did last night. Fuck she was going to be left so lonely, no amount of energy would replace how she felt right now.

Trunks ran his hands down her body, the water making lubricating his touch. He turned her around and he kneeled behind her. He kissed each perk check of her ass.

He ran his hand down her crack, Pan yelped a surprise.

“Shh, let it go Pan,” he whispered to her.

“Oh Kami,” she shook with anticipation.

Trunks ran his hand between her legs, spreading then and her opening. Pan's legs spread and she braced her hands to the shower wall in front of her. He stood back up and pulled her back up close to his groin, she powered- up as she felt herself loose the wall as support. She hovered and then found the floor again. Trunks had her firmly by her waist. He pushed her forward at the waist, as though she were touching her toes. She worried for a moment that he was going to invade her ass, and wished they could discuss that…

Trunks tried to remember that Pan was not experienced, though she had really put herself out there. He would try to go slow, and not startle her too much. But he wanted to feel her from this angle.

Trunks used his strength to lift her up and he fit snugly inside of her again.

Pan couldn't figure how she could forget about how sore she was and start to crave. She realized how badly she needed him to fill her again. She wanted to feel that pain, that pleasure. Pan now understood what other women meant; she too felt like she was being properly fucked. She had learned some colorful anecdotes lately; however, this one made sense.

The shower complete, he led her back to the bedroom. The bed looked ominous to her. Trunks was quiet, giving her a look from behind. “Hey help me make the bed?” he asked.

Silently and together they pulled the sheets back and fluffed up the pillows. Pan began to chat about working at six that evening. Trunks tried not to show the thrill that shot through him. Being with Pan, he was beginning to feel like he could forget about the world. He laughed how she use to make him forget work too. She was his Achilles heel.

He checked the time noticing they had about three hours before they had to leave for the night. She caught his look and asked, “Are you hungry?” knowing that look on his face.

Trunks grabbed her hand and they went down stairs.

“Yeah, we probably should eat and then relax until 4:30. We have enough time to dress and get over to West City.” He inquired, “What are you wearing to work?
He asked curious.

Pan shrugged, “I have a costume at work I've wanted to wear, but my thought is, what you were going to wear to match that hair?' she giggled. Not sure she was use to seeing him this way.

Trunks rubbed his hand through his hair. “I am going to go casual, a dress shirt, some boots, and black jeans.”

“Yeah, casual, I bet. I have seen your closet. Your casuals are worth more than some people's yearly salary.” She quipped.

He wasn't embarrassed by her statement, he loved to look nice and he had the means to dress the best. Trunks went into the kitchen and got his mothers bot to fix a lunch for them. He was not going to cook nor let Pan. He was feeling too good to worry about manual labor.

Back in the living room, Pan had sat down on the one of the couches.

“I usually don't go to strip clubs Pan.” He told her.

“Then where do you use to go to `hunt'?” she asked him

“All over, but I never went to those places unless Goten and I…” he let that statement go. He never needed to pay for woman. He was not going to tell her that.

She only laughed. You know, some of those girls use to go to discos. They would get free drinks, and then began to charge up bills. You would be surprised how many girls are not from those villages, but spoiled brats that party too much. They think its all free, and then they have huge tabs. The make them work it off at host Clubs. Everything leads back to them. They like me because I just work and leave. They make money. “

“Don't think like that, they want to own you too, they are just trying to find an angle,”

He warned her.

“Really? You know I'm not worried, I wanted to take them out one at time, and I was trying to figure out how to do that without having to go too far with one. I wasn't willing to have sex to get what I wanted from them.” She explained.

Trunks listened, it explained a lot. But how she thought she was going to get away with moving up without sex, she had been blind. Then he knew that she would have most likely compromised her plan or would have just killed everyone. He assumed that from the beginning. Pan would kill everyone at the club.

“I always fantasized about having sex, stealing energy, killing them. I only accidentally killed a few in the beginning. Before, you know? I didn't engage in any sexual acts when my mom would bring them out to me. I would just bite them. But I thought how I would love to have someone touch me and then I would punish them afterwards. It never felt right though. I didn't like their hands on me. Thy tried kissing men and all I could think of was taking over, putting them under me and draining them. No one there got me excited for sex.” She rambled out; trusting in hers and Trunks relationship.

Trunks was transfixed. He wanted to hear more. “Do you like my touch?” he asked showing a small smile.

“Fuck, Dende, Oops sorry. Damn Trunks how can you even ask that? Of course I love your hands on me. I guess because I've always wanted your hands on me. How can I explain this? When we spar, I feel alive. I feel the pain and I love it. I need it. I had forgotten that until the other day. Now, I can't even explain how it feels when you are touching me. I've never felt like this, I had desired for you to do what we have been doing, though with some trepidation.” Pan smiled. She had had some fears about tempting a Saiyan. “However, when we fall asleep together, all those times, I know how that feels; I was home safe, warm, and happy. You have always been that to me.”

Trunks pulled her up to him and kissed her. Then he pulled her up to him. He felt the same way. She made him feel the same; except the sex part. He could explain it, but would revisit this conversation later with her. “I want to you to know Pan, that sex can be tool. You are a powerful being. It should not surprise you that you wanted those men under you. They were beneath you. They only had one thing that you wanted, even needed. Now though, now I wonder; I don't know you have been very exuberant. Did I get you over the hump?” he inquired.

“The hump? What's that supposed to mean?” she asked in confusion.

“You. You know, you have had a taste of sex, I wonder if your aversion to those other men might now have dissipated. It is a powerful thing, sex and Ki. Not just giving blow jobs. I know what a heady thing it is. I know how having an orgasm can rock your foundation. The drive increases.” He spoke solemnly. Trunks needed to gauge how far he could push her or needed to push her.

“I don't know, but if I tell you something, it's just because I need to know if it's true, you have to promise not to hurt him” Pan rushed out.

“Hurt him? Who… Ah fuck Pan. What did you do?” he questioned knowing this might not sit well with him.

“You have to promise.” She told him again.

He looked her in the eyes, and tried to fathom what had her so upset again. He had a good idea that she was afraid, and for whom she was afraid for had him intrigued and worried. What had happened between Pan and Yamucha? Trunks steeled himself, “I promise.” Yesterday, when I flew out to West City, I did what I always do. I barged in on Yamucha, I ripped his clothes off, and he didn't have any tattoos, well except for a cursive B on his shoulder. I sucked him off…” Pan looked up at Trunks face, it was impassive so she continued, “He was not as pliable as those other guys…” she looked back up to see that Trunks was very still and his eyes were closed. Pan wondered, “Trunks?”

“Its okay, Pan keep telling me what happened, I am, I am not mad.”

“He laughed, explaining that not all guys are young guns. He was very stoic, I, he was trying very hard not to participate, I had to really push it, he wouldn't relax into it, I couldn't , going after his femoral vein wasn't going to work, and I was starting to crave the energy I felt him building up. Yamucha was pulling all his power up in order not to move. Then, he let it go, I um, we started kissing. Really kissing. No one had ever kissed me like that. I knew I was in a little deeper. I thought I could use this. I knew that someday I would encounter someone who expected more. I had to learn how to handle that.”

She stopped talking, because even she realized hat this was not a simple thing. That experience with Yamucha had loomed over her. Up until Trunks had finally erased the images, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Even now, it affected her slightly.

Trunks found him in a conundrum. He didn't want to be mad, he had already been mad about this. So he was counting; breathing steady. He would not raise his Ki, not cause Pan to feel any of his emotions. “Pan, what happened?” he asked as though she was a child. It was the only way he could think.

“He let go, he stopped not feeling. I felt like I had won, but that's not right. He flew us to his bed, and Trunks, I kept thinking that I should have just fought with him, that I had taken this too far. I needed his energy. It was the strongest I had felt, that wasn't Sayian. I told him what I wanted, I asked for his power. HE seemed confused that I asked him.” Pan found she couldn't look at Trunks; she crawled into his lap on the couch.

That move, really made Trunks think of her as a child. She had an unsavory story to tell him, and she was scared. Trunks didn't want to remind her that nothing she was explaining was an act of a child. He knew that, but he had to appease some part of his mind.

“Kami, Trunks, he, he, wanted to return the oral favor. I know he was expecting more, I had seduced him. I didn't protest to anything; and it was unbelievable. I could not believe how nice it felt. Nothing I had ever done had made me feel that way. But I could feel his energy, it overruled everything. That was what I really wanted. I pulled away form him and told him what I wanted again, and it was like he finally understood. All the Ki all that energy he concentrated in his wolf fist, he was almost releasing it when I grabbed his wrist, and then it hit me; raw, hot energy. I drained him so fast.”

“You didn't try to kill him did you?” Trunks asked he had pushed Pan off his lap.

“No, I was shocked to see that he was still awake, he was smiling and awake. I hit his arm so hard, I felt how much energy I was taking from him, no normal human could have lasted.” She said, knowing that Trunks was upset.

“Pan, did you take his blood, Kami tell me~” he raised his voice.

`I don't know, it didn't taste like blood, all I knew was it was powerful.” She explained.

“Oh God,” he said head down on Pan' lap.

“Trunks what's wrong!” she jumped pulling him up.

“I hope, Pan what happened next?” he whispered.

“I left, he asked me not to let you kill him. I laughed thinking I would never tell you any of this. But Goten found me, and we flew back hear to talk to your mother. I burned off the energy; I wasted everything he had given me. I didn't want Goten to know who, what I had been doing. I powered up as high as I could. The thing is, later, at the club yesterday, I had no qualms about the guy who wanted to go out back with me. I didn't even care. I felt nothing but, I was on automatic pilot. Trunks, the only thing I could think of was coming home and sparring with you. If you hadn't had blasted me, I might have went after you. I wasn't sacred of tempting a Saiyan that's for sure. I was ready this time.”

Trunks looked at her silently asking for an explanation.

“I knew when you would react to me, I use to run off," Pan confessed.

“You knew when I was attracted to you? What does that mean?” he asked piqued now.

“Yesterday, in the morning, when we woke up, I knew how much you appreciated the view. Its not the first time I felt your body react to me.”

He sat up straight, and looked at her. She had a way of taking him on so many highs and lows. His main worry was that Pan had taken blood form Yamucha. That would have been a very bad thing. Pan would not have a bond to that man. Trunks would kill him.

“You have grown up so much; I have been attracted to you. I've, always has some form of attraction to you.”

“Trunks, it use to make me nervous, I knew that I wasn't ready to respond to you. I could have yesterday morning. I don't think you would have minded either.” She explained her thoughts about yesterday morning to him.

“No, I don think I would have, but then I had to hear a whole lot more from my mother. She was worried you know,” he explained

“I know.” she apologized.

“I don't think I took you over the hump.” He concluded, cupping his chin in his hand.

“What do you mean now?”

“I think Yamucha did. You never once told me that you didn't like what he was doing, though I might worry about your predilection for old men.” He chuckled

“Hey, wait, I guess I do have a thing for dirty old men, I mean I love you….” She said, feeling weird.

He smiled a little smile. It was the one he had when he wasn't mad at her. Hopefully, he wouldn't find the need to kill Yamucha. It really had not been his fault.

“You're right, it wasn't Yamaha's fault.” He agreed with her

“How did you?” She asked confused that he knew what she had been thinking.

Trunks didn't answer her. He grabbed her and kissed her. Trunks felt the stirrings of desire soar, but he wanted to rest. He was going to give them a night of pure unadulterated debauchery. He laughed to himself.

“Let's take a nap?” he queried.

Pan said nothing but snuggled up to him. He closed his arms around her form; they could steal a few hour of sleep before they needed to get ready. “I love you sweetie…”

She smiled that was not a surprise to her, “pervert,” she said.

“Definitely” Trunks agreed with her.

Pan wondered into Bra's room. Inside her behemoth of a closet were clothes worth dying for, if one was susceptible. Pan fingered her way through the organized rows of dresses. She chose a simple, but expensive slinky black mini dress. She picked out a pair of heels, and left. Pan hung the dress over the door in Trunks room, and then went to her room. There she changed into shorts and a top, and some sandals. She opened her sock drawer and took out a pair of knee high sport sox.

Back in Trunks room he was looking at himself in the mirror over his dresser. Pan only looked, noticing how nice his ass looked in his jeans. Trunks had a tray of jewelry, Pan had never him seen him wear. He looked at the mirror and gave her a wink. She knew she was in for a few surprises from him. He proceeded to grab a diamond ear stud. She smiled knowing that Saiyan would always have to repeirce them; their bodies were always regenerating. Trunks pushed the post through his right ear. He slid the fastener on the back. He scrutinize his ear in the mirror. Made a decision, and did the same thing to his other ear.

Hmmm, she looked, it was quite a statement. She didn't want to giggle at him, but it was sort of funny seeing him primp. Trunks looked so different with the black hair and earrings.

He finished his ensemble with a watch, and a necklace. Grabbing a sport jacket, and the dress he headed out, Pan picked up the heels and carefully tucked them into her backpack. She followed him out. He left through the kitchen, stepping into the massive garage. Trunks looked around at his conventional cars. Trunks usually, flew, took a limo or would pop a cap vehicle. However, the Briefs had an array of vehicles that didn't hover or fly; in the air. Pan stepped up next to him and whispered in his ear, “I think the blue Bugatti.” This made Trunks smirk. Pan and he had similar tastes. This car might be obvious at the Club, but it would be perfect for later. He turned to the Key box, taking the keys out. He located the right sized dyno cap. He was not going to let that car sit in a parking lot near Pan's job. He walked to the car and he popped the back hatch. He laid the dress and his jacket there. “You might want to take the dress with you inside when we get there,” he reminded her.

She hopped into the car and excitedly waited. Trunks shook his head, they had a long drive, and he hoped that they made it by six. They could always fly the last part of the trip if they were getting late.

Their arrival didn't go unnoticed. Trunks gave Pan a quick kiss as she rushed off to go inside and get ready. She was hoping that her referee costume was still in her locker. She was pulling up her sox, when the old house lady, Momma Blue, spoke to her, “he ya Baby-Cakes, is that your man mommy?” she asked. Pan tried not to cringe. She rarely had too much conversation with the old gal. She was an American, and had no problems getting to her point. “I guess you can call him my man.” Pan spoke and then wondered if she should have given that much information out. “Mmm Girly, he's a looker, how much does he take?” she asked Pan.

“I don't know what you mean.” Pan expressed.

The old lady just clucked like a chicken, “You know girlie, I saw that car, how many girls does he have?” she asked.

“Oh, no, well I give him everything. I don' think he has any other girls.” Pan then wanted to smack her head. Shut up Pan!

“Mmmmh, he's got something… don't you go and fall in love with that one, I've seen that type, they look so good, so tasty, but you remember don't trust them, unless you want to be owned, Momma Blue knows, You might as well be owned by someone here.” She warned the girl.

“I think I'm okay” Pan whispered.

Momma Blue looked at the girl. She had such talents; she could really make her way through this life. Baby-Cakes kept to herself and kept her nose out of the things. But she knew the girl had a soft spot for that man. She just had the feeling.

“Okay, Baby, you have a good show.” She left Pan to get ready.

Pan was thinking about the advice, she wasn't worried about anything; except that even in disguise, one couldn't help but notice Trunks. Power rolled off of him in waves.

Pan parted her hair, and spilt it into two pig-tails. The skirt was barley covering her crotch. The top zipped up; the material was stretched tight over her bosom. Pan stood to see herself in the full length mirror. The outfit seem to fit her personality. She had ripped abs, and was extremely fit. The little sporty outfit didn't downplay her assets. She zipped the top down lower, showing more cleavage. She would have to grab a pair of heels that was a half size larger; the sports sox would make her shoes too tight. Thankfully she would remove them after the opening; the girls were encouraged to give a little striptease. The show was simple; the girls would strut our on the stage, and then do a pole routine. They would all swirl their poles, a cross leg L climb, then a Lean back, and a handstand Slide down. Some girls could other spins, and splits, but not during the opening routine. After they slide off the pole, the girls would parade around the stage again, then make stop around, and then re-do the same pole moves. It was about a seven minute routine, they would repeat it about every hour, unless they were occupied. Sometimes, there would only be three or four girls to perform the `Girl Call'.

Pan wasn't nervous as some would be, performing in the Big show for the first time, she was quietly feeling out the amount of people in the club. She was picking up on each Ki.

They would then encourage the girls to pick a person, or a spot and concentrate on doing their own thing. The stage was divided by the poles, so they could incorporate them. She didn't know too many of the women she was working with, so she would not be getting the prime spots where the money men sat. She didn't mind, she wasn't chasing the dollars. The men with the deep pockets never crowded the stage any how. They seem to sit back and watch from far away. Pan learned much from the shop talk.

Her reminiscing came to an end when she heard some of the girls talking about a guy; she usually paid no mind until they mentioned that he was given carte blanche. This was code word for prepaying huge sums of money; getting the top shelf drinks, VIP access, and full access to girls and champagne rooms. Pan only shook her head. It had to be Trunks. The carte blanche was lots of zeni, more than these girls would see in a month. Trunks probably dropped nine hundred and fifty thousand zeni, about $8000.00 American. The girls went back stage and each took a turn looking at the camera monitor. Sure enough sitting back in a VIP lounge was Trunks. She smiled; he was going to enjoy himself until her shift ended. He had promised to take her out for another kind of fun later; then he winked at her. Trunks had been coy about an explanation.

Pan turned away form the monitor when she head a groan. The girls had just been informed that a bachelor party has made an unexpected stop. That meant lots of lap dances and not so many tips. Those boys were starting early; they would conserve their money if they were beginning this early, unless they booked ahead of time. With so many here, Pan wondered if she would have time to take anyone out back to get any Ki. She hadn't thought about that before. She would have to work more nights in order to get some seniority though she wasn't after that. She decided she liked her early shift much better. Great, I'm going to have to work, just to keep my day job she mused.

No sooner then Pan thought this. The first loud of the show music began. There were a few girls dancing on the poles, just giving some entertainment, she was usually gone at 6, but she knew a few of the girls that were leaving. Outside of Bra, there were a few who Pan had an affinity for. It was theses few who have given Pan the attitude she had for the girls that were working there. This club didn't have the notoriety of the Tokyo ones. She could stop Yakuza for preying on the young girls on Mount Paozu, but the sex/slave establishment was more rampant in the capitol and much worse than here in south city. Pan was realizing that her mom had just wanted her part of the world to be a safe place.

The music called out and she lined up with the other girls. One by one they sashayed on to the stage. Pan still hadn't made up her mind if she was going to try and focus on Trunks, but she was afraid she might just laugh. It wasn't embarrassment, it was the feeling of excitement of seeing him; it made her giddy.

Trunks did appreciate the view; however, the sushi was hard to pass up. He had paid to be served so girls were fawning to meet his needs; hoping he tipped well. He chose bourbon to sip. He loved the smoky flavor. Trunks smirked when his little Panny strutted to her spot on the stage. She was not looking at him; the solitaire man sitting in front of her got Pan's full attention. He nearly choked on a piece of tuna, when they announced her name to the crowd. Baby-Cake; huh no wonder she didn't want me calling her baby! He mused remembering her little story.

He relaxed back and was acting bored, but he started to raise his energy and invert it. If he had to sit here for four hours he was going to have some fun. Trunks noticed Pan hitch her face toward where he was at; she had changed positions doing her little routine at another pole. He almost scoffed at the infantile movements. The other day he had seen a lot more from her. Trunks then thought about how he would love to get her home and use some of their Sayian powers for some unconventional positions. Though what he really wanted to see first was, Pan where he liked play.

The routine ended, and now the girls were each doing their own dancing. He could have been biased, but even being the most inexperienced here, Pan certainly had the best moves. That was expected her reasoned. It took control, precision and muscular tone to do what she could do. Ki helped. Pan just looked more polished and young. Even without her hunting skill she could have her pick.

Trunks watched taking in everything. The girls serving him were trying to get more of his attention but he was riveted to the stage appraising Pan. Then his attention went elsewhere. The first man she had danced in front of had called a waitress to him, asking for Baby. Trunks could hear perfectly over the beat of the music. His attention was off of Pan and he looked around, deciding what he wanted to do. He watched as another girl strutted up to Pan and they danced with each other for a moment. The girl grinded herself against Pan, and it made him smile. This was something he would like to see. However, the girls was only there to replace Pan, someone had asked for her for a lap dance. Trunks noticed a group of guys, obviously here for a bachelor party. They seemed juvenile, however drawn to Pan as well.

Trunks motioned for someone to feed him some more sashimi.

Pan was thankful she was only to give a lap dance. She was beginning to feel the drawl of Trunks Ki; if anything it reminded her how she could try take Ki inconspicuously. Pan decided to change heels out for sneakers. She had not had time to do her striptease before she was called to give a dance. Trunks spied her. She stepped off the stage grabbed a bottle of water and drank. She went to man in the front row, and started to gyrate in front of him, he had immediately grabbed her waist, and Pan returned the favor and put her hand on his neck. This little gesture made Trunks sit up and take notice. Pan closed her eyes for a minute and concentrated. Her two fingers were on his carotid artery; she could feel his pulse. Pan pulled back her own Ki and felt the man's Ki follow. Pan opened her eyes to take in his reaction. Pan was pleased with the look. She then decided to send some Ki back to him. Trunks saw Pan practicing what he taught her. Pan had gotten a real kick out of what she had accomplished. She had a connection to him now, and it was feeding enthralling. She ground herself on top of his groin, straddling him and the chair. The man let go of her waist, and squeezed her breast. Pan unzipped the top and revealed her large breast; the little guy buried his face in them as Pan held his head.

Trunks wasn't sure if he was excited or mad. Fuck! He screamed in his head, he was rock hard. Trunks was aching to join her in her ministrations.

Pan continued to dance for the guy, however, now she had turned around and was wagging her ass in his face. She loved her control over the situation. Her breasts exposed toward the other side of the room, and everyone could make out the hoot of calls from where the bachelor party was at.

The little guy had two hands on her ass, when he decided to lick an exposed area. She loved how it felt. For the first time she was overwhelmed with a need. She turned back around and put her fingers back on his neck, and danced some more, while the man ran his hands up her mini, touching her mound. Pan tilted her head back and enjoyed the touches. She felt outward and could taste Trunks own desire form across the club. He was as piqued as she seem to be. The song was ending and unless he was going to pay some more, Pan would have to say goodbye to her little experiment. She looked back down at him, and pulled energy through her touch. His hand slipped form her body and he looked very drunk. Pan was grateful to walk away, for she had just accomplished what she had not been able to do. However, he was not dead, nor was he without his life force. Pan was afraid that she had just inducted him into her fan club. Realization was quite clear; she understood how and why had had droves of people chasing him. They all had become addicted to him. She walked away thinking about how this was no way for her to stamp out the Yakuza. That had been her agenda. She might let Trunks have his way tonight but she was not going to work here and gain fans. She only worked here to help rid the city of the Yakuza. She would just have to explain that to him.

She was going to separate her job, from any fun Trunks had in store for them.

Pan went to the dressing room to freshen up. She finished off her bottle of water, and checked her makeup. She reapplied some gloss to her lips, and tighten up the pigtails. She zipped up her top and pulled on her sox. She was going to join them on stage for the “Girl Call.”

After Pan had walked away, Trunks had called over another girl; this time requesting a lap dance. He too would not be alone in this fun. He wad not going to use his tactic here, he had no cause. Just as Trunks had relaxed into the dance, the music changed. Trunks knew that Pan would be going back on stage. As before the girls lined up. A few were missing, but it was a good many still going out. That was when Pan noticed the monitor viewing the VIP area. That was when she saw Trunks, having his own lap dance. For the first second she burned; but was jostled to move up and go out to the stage. Pan was not minding her steps as she talked her self down form her anger. She had no true cause to be mad she reasoned. She would just have to deal. Mindlessly, she performed the routine.

When the dance was over, she was once again positioned near the bachelor party. At this point the presumed bachelor and best man had been thrusted to be at the stage, not minding the chairs there. Pan turned away to rotate around on the pole, so that she could get a glimpse at Trunks. He was not longer engaged with the dancer, but with more sushi. Saiyans; She mused not quite as mad as before.

Pan had now the chance to roll of her sox, and perform a strip tease. Under her skirt were tiny spanks, there was a hint of a g-string under them. She shimmed down her skirt. Pan next, climbed the pole and wrapping one leg securely and rotated upside down, to end in a handstand. The boys in front howled their appreciation. Pan strutted to the edge, and shimmed down and gave them a peak of her breasts again; this time much closer then across the room. Their immaturity rang in her head. They were not part of the Yakuza. She could play with them or not. She had a choice. Pan once again had an epiphany. She was no longer worried about what she had to do, she loved it. She wanted them to want her, she wanted to feel them touch her, she wanted to take their energy and give them some of hers, but it was not for anything more than pleasure. Pan needed to carful or she would become addicted to this.

Pan removed her spanks to reveal a tiny G-string that was hardly covering her slit, Trunks could not see the front of her, but he could imagine it based on the men's reactions. She was about to remove her top when another girl had stepped behind Pan. Pan leaned back as the other girl unzipped Pans top. The howls were louder then before, the place was rocking. Next, Trunks thought he was going to pull his hair out, when he saw the two buxom women dance together. The other girl was excellent. He was mesmerized. They were so intimately locked rubbing against each other, Trunks was rooted where he sat. The tryst ending with the girl whispering in Pans ear, Trunks had not heard the words, and was anxious to know what Pan was being summoned to go next, as he contemplated it; Pan reached out and kissed the girl. The girl walked around the pole, taking over for Pan who gathered her clothes and to make her way off the stage.

In the back, she was asked if she wanted the opportunity to step into the closed off VIP room. Momma Blue was there waiting to hear the answer. Pan, they knew had never gone inside the rooms before. It was also known that Pan would sometimes go outside for private acts; though since she owed no one servitude payment that was over looked. She never handled money, so the managers never cared where or what Pan did with the johns'. However, there were cameras in the VIP room and all over the club. Momma Blue assured her it was for her safety; Pan wondered if blackmail and coercion was a big factor. The thing was Pan was asked to go into the VIP room with two men. The bachelor and best man were given a gift from the wedding party. They wanted a girl who would take them both on, preferably a double blowjob.

Pan registered no shock on her face. However, she was grateful that Mommy Blue had been the one to explain the request. Pan agreed to try, and was bustled into the dressing room, as only a stage mother could; Momma Blue ordered Pan to remove her silly referee costume and put on a lace bra and matching G-string. Next she handed Pan a red silk mini-robe. She took Pan through a back hall to the room. Inside was a few couches, a private self serve bar and condom and toy boxes. This was where anything and everything could happen. Pan thought quickly, she could do this, two jobs at one time, sure why not. AAHHH I never did that, she screamed. Grabbed a bottle off the bar and took a swig; not bothering to see what it was, then calmed down. She would use Trunks tactic. She would do whatever it took to get them to blow their loads, so that she could get out of here, back to the stage. She might be feeling a high form the Ki but she wasn't ready for this. Momma Blue took everything in. She patted Pan on the back and sat her down on the small couch. Pan sat their looking at the older lady. “Now Baby-Cake, if theses two act up you just call out. Someone will be watching. Your aren't locked in here either. Give those boys a good time and I bet you'll be out back on that stage in no time.” Momma Blue left Pan and she waited.

The two young men were escorted by Buzz the bouncer. It actually reminded hr of a fighter named Paper Tiger. Pan then remembered who she was, and what she was capable of. She was mostly nervous that she would not get what she wanted, not of the men hurting her. The two men said their hellos, and Pan unrobed for them. If it wasn't such serious business, she would have laughed.

The two men fumbled with their belts, to undo their pants. Pan than quickly got to business stoking a cock in each hand. This was almost child's play. Pan was very ambidextrous.

Trunks had taken noticed that Pan had not retuned. He felt out with his normal Ki and sensed where she was. Trunks also noticed that the Bachelor party had missing people. Two other Ki's were in close proximity to her. He could not be sure if any other group had missing people. He had only been occupied with those that had interests in Pan. There was another reason he paid for the VIP Carte Blanc; he had full access to the closed off rooms. They were not closed off to him. Trunks stood up and motioned to his server. He asked if she would be interested in coming to the closed off room with him. Since it meant not having to bother a runner to get a girl on stage, she told Trunks she would be right back. Trunks sat back down and waited. He tried to recall her name. Buzz came to his table and asked if he had requested Tricia. Trunks nodded and was escorted back to the same area Pan was at. Trunks had no trouble adjusting his eyes to the scene which unfolded to him. He stood back away, to see Pan on a little couch holding two men's cocks in either hand. Once she was stroking and the other she was going deep on. Trunks tried to fight control over his temperature rising, he wasn't sure of the exact emotion he was feeling.

Tricia showed up in time to stop him from joining the three of them.

Tricia made quick movement to rid Trunks of his pants. Too late, he imagined as she took him into mouth. Trunks looked down to see her try. He imagined it was only a matter of time before things would start to get crazy. Trunks had inverted His Ki. Pan tasted the change in the room. Though she had known that Trunks was there, she didn't bother to question his motivations. He had asked to be there to watch. Everyone's mood in the room deepened. Pan was invigorated and started to increase her Ki and create an atmosphere thick with lust.

She stood up letting, still holding both men in her hands. She then asked them to kiss her. They jumped at the opportunity. At first it was three tongues, each testing the other. Then Pan slipped back her head and the two men were kissing each other. For a second Pan let go of their cocks and touched them both on their necks. She sent her heated Ki to each one; then rejoined them in their on going kiss. Pan reached for the cocks and stared stroking them again. Pan stepped back again and spoke, Keep kissing boys your going to love this…”

Pan sat back down and began to suck one cock and then go to the next. While the two men locked in a heated kiss.

She could feel the blood pump in her ears. Trunks had made the room so hot, that she was beading sweat on her upper lip. The two men were close together now, so Pan was dealing with two cocks nearly touching the other, and the men were still kidding the other. Pan stood abruptly and pushed on of them men down to his knees. They each yelled a bit, no loudly. Pan had a hold of the ones neck and whispered in his each, “Suck his cock.”

The best man complied, and hungrily took his best friends cock in his mouth. There was no surprise yelp from the bachelor. Pan sat back down on the couch and continued to whisper things to the man sucking off his best friend. As an added touch she stroked his cock. Trunks was watching, and listening, and feeling everything. He was close to coming; he had to thank Tricia later for her lovely mouth. However, he had been more turned on by what Pan had just accomplished.

Pan nearly busted out a laugh when all three men seem to have orgasm at the same time. She hadn't felt this self satisfied since, well since this morning she concluded. She hurriedly grabbed her robe and left through the back room.

In the dressing room, Momma Blue meet up with her, “well girlie, if I hadn't seen for myself I would have not believed it. Do you know those two boys are locked in another little tête-à-tête on that couch? I wonder if there will be a wedding now. Anyway, do you want to take off or go out one more time?”

“Are you sure?” asked Pan.

“Sure enough, that man of yours paid real well, you did real well too.”

Pan accepted the invitation t take off early for the night. She jumped to the shower in the dressing room. Usually she didn't bother to shower there, but she wanted to get dressed in Bra's dress and get the fuck out of there. She had made an impression, but had not taken down one member of the gang. Trunks had promised her a night of his kind of fun and she wanted to get her fill, of whom and what she was going to do.

He was surprised when Pan approached him at the VIP table. Pan sat down and looked at him. He picked a piece of eel and fed it to Pan. He knew she loved eel. Trunks then gave her his glass of bourbon, and she took a sip.

“We can leave now.” she said after a moment of both their silence.

Trunks handed her the dyno cap and told her he would be right out.

Pan did as she was told and wondered if he would let her drive. It wasn't that he didn't trust her; he was just so chauvinistic at times. He jogged out of the club after giving his waiter and Tricia a hefty tip. All in all he had had worse nights at a strip club. However, he was interested in something that had really got to him. He grabbed Pan in a searing kiss. He hoped she wasn't too mad at him. Trunks blasted off, his destination was West City, `Pan listen, we are going to a private club that I am member of.” Trunks looked over at her, and he grabbed her hand for a second and squeezed it. Then he placed his hand back on the shifter. “Don't laugh or anything but my name I use her is Terence.” He smiled at the coming reaction.

Pan leaned her head back on the car and smiled. Terence she thought, that was Trunks birth name. No one called him that. No one she knew. “What's in a name? That which we call a rose/ by any other name would smell as sweet.” Pan quoted Shakespeare. Trunks laughed but replied, “Oh I think it will smell sweet, and taste even better.”