Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Never Say Never ❯ Pinky, Saki, and Shower fun. ( Chapter 2 )

When I woke up the next morning, it was raining.

Xi wasn't there when I looked, so I figured that he had been egged into staying the night. Or killed. Neither was uncommon, so I didn't worry. I rubbed the back of my hand over my eyes and blinked a few times, trying to rid my vision from the blurriness. The change from the 10-gil piece was sitting on a shelf by the first-aid box, calling my name. I was nude again, not having had the motivation the night before to put my other pants back on, and it was chilly from the rain outside. Gooseflesh rose on the tops of my legs.

The man from the night before rose again in my mind. I suppose it would be romantic or something to say that I'd dreamt about him, but I didn't. Romance didn't exactly fit into my lifestyle, anyway. It never had, and probably never would. I had actually dreamt that I was stuck in a bomb shelter with Xi and a few friends that had been killed in a gang fight, and we were playing Crack on a card table and awaiting our impending deaths. If you wanna be romantic, though, you can go ahead and imagine that it was with...that guy.

I wish he had given me his name.

Regardless, I stood up and stretched a nice, long stretch. The day before had proven to be pretty good for healing time, so my muscles didn't scream in pain this time. It was nice. I grabbed a pant leg of my sweatpants and threw them on, and followed them with my jacket. I buttoned it as best I could, this time. Rain was rare in the slums, but nobody really minded, because when it did fall, it fell through all of the smog and poison in the air. It wasn't really that great for your health.

Half of the change went into my right pants pocket. My fingers nabbed the elastic out of my hair, straightening it and picking the stray hairs off. Nobody ever really saw me with my hair down unless they requested it and I was on the job, but I don't know why I was so self-conscious about it. I ran my hands back through my bangs and down to the split ends, detangling as best I could through all the grime, and then replaced the elastic tightly. It was no wonder that nobody came to me in the last day and a half-I smelled like a corpse.

It was tempting to go and stand out in the rain for a while. I hadn't danced in the rain since I was a little kid, since it was so disgustingly laden with toxicity, and since I was so dirty now, it was sorely enticing. However, I also wanted to keep my skin, and so I picked up a bandana off of the floor. It was used more often for binding wrists and ankles than keeping hair back, but whatever. I tied it around my head, tucked my hair under, and dashed out into the rain.

My skin prickled where the sticky drops hit. It was slimier than it was wet, and I knew that it was just one more substance that was going to cling to my hair and clothing. Wonderful. I ran to the restaurant this time, taking care not to slam into anybody, and only tripping once. It was then that I realized that I had forgotten to throw on some sandals, and my toes twitched in agony. The restaurant wasn't far off, then, and I kept running to it, despite the pain in my foot and the tingling on my skin.

It was quiet inside. The only people in there were two elderly people having cups of coffee in the far corner. One of them, an old man, was missing an arm and three fingers on his hand, and the other, a lady, was partially bald and had a dirty shawl around her shoulders. They both looked like they were very near the end of their ropes, if they weren't dead sitting there. Maybe they were. I stepped up to the man at the cash register and muttered that I would like two daily specials to go, please, and would he make one with no onions.

He strolled off to make them, leaving me to stand there awkwardly, drumming my fingers on the table and glancing over my shoulder every five seconds. The two old people, who apparently weren't dead, got up and stumbled their way out the door, spitting at my feet as they went by. I looked down at the two globs of saliva sliding down the side of my left foot; watched it darken the dust covering the appendage before it slid to the floor and pooled there dejectedly. Once, I would have been disgusted. I would have shaken it from my foot quickly and threw an insult to their backs, or perhaps a rude gesture.

Now, I just stood fixated on that dark smudge on the side of my foot, watching it dry and wondering why the hell I wasn't eating by now.

I was nervous enough to hesitate before ringing the bell next to the tips jar, which was calling my name to empty it into my pocket. Was he there? "Sir?" I called with practiced politeness.

...no answer.

"Um... Sir? Look, I'd appreciate it if you'd hurry it up..." Yeah, real convincing. A whore trying to order somebody else around. I would have laughed if it weren't actually true. There was still no answer, and it was getting to be about time for me to get back to the pad and then to work, so I hopped the counter and peered around in the kitchen. The cashier was nowhere to be found.

I folded my arms and continued further into the back of the kitchen, near the dishwashers and refrigerators. "Sir?" I started to feel stupid for continuing to call for somebody who was so obviously not there. I began to wonder whether I should just grab the food and run with the tips, since he wasn't there. My feet carried me to the back door, and my ears picked up the pitter-patter of dying rain. There was a note laying, crumpled, on the counter next to a broken mixer. It read,

"Dear Street Whore,"

It was then that I realized that I had no self-esteem left to lose.

"If you're reading this note, then it must mean that you're looking for your food. You'll be pleased to know, then, that I am no longer present to make it for you, and that I have finally said goodbye to this revolting rock of a planet. Help yourself to anything you like. Cheers, TS"

Well, that was inspiring. What charming last words. I read the note over once more before curiosity got the better of me. The door yielded beneath my palm and opened far enough for me to poke my head outside to catch the view. The cashier was hanging from his neck in a noose, swaying slightly. His eyes were bugged out, his face was red, and his neck was bulging around the twisted twine. A chair lay tipped over beneath his feet, and his chest was eerily still from his lack of breathing.

A sigh escaped me, and it came to me just how normal this all actually seemed.

I approached him and emptied his pockets. There was a 10- and a 5-gil piece, a ring from which hung two keys, presumably to the store, three condoms (apparently he favored himself a lucky man prior to deciding he was worthless), and a comb. I pocketed the money, condoms, and comb, and left the keys on the counter. Then, taking several bags, I filled them with as much of the already-cooked food as I could, and set those on the counter next to the keys. The money from the tip jar joined the cashier's money, and then I was good to go.

The note went in the garbage before I left.

It had stopped raining during the time that I had spent in the diner, but I still jogged back to my makeshift home. I didn't have time to eat when I got there, and I knew I'd regret it, so I changed into my "uniform", (heh), picked one of the burgers out of the bag, re-pocketed the protection, and left for my usual spot.

The sun would have been shining, I guess, if the air weren't made of smog. The burger was cooling in my hand by the time that I neared the spot of wall, so I pulled it out of the bag and took a monster bite out of it, trying to eat quickly. It briefly occurred to me that I would taste like greasy food should someone want to kiss me (they usually didn't, but who was I to predict things), but there wasn't really anything I could do about it. It was either eat and taste like grease, or not eat and swallow on an empty stomach.

And I certainly didn't want to go through that again. Ew.

I took another bite out of the now-cold meat sandwich and hoisted myself on top of the garbage can that Xi had occupied yesterday. My shorts rode up painfully and revealed a little much for the average Joe to be comfortable with, but if it helped to attract customers, then hey. I'd go for it.

Sad, that.

It looked like it was going to be another uneventful day. The early spit of rain had chased everybody into their respective homes, and those who did happen do be out didn't exactly look the type for a roll in the hay. At least, I hoped not. They were the type of people that looked like they could give you some disease if you even looked at them the wrong way, and I was a people-watcher by nature, so those people were the most dangerous. I guess.

I finished off the burger.

Very big, very tough-looking gang members usually frequented the spot I had picked. It was right outside the weapon shop, next to a very large pile of junk that had been collected by a man known to others only as Pink Eye. He was a portly man with a bad drinking habit, but a good personality. He always wore a necklace of braided leather, and if you caught him at the right time, you could strike up a pretty decent conversation with him. He was one of the very few people that I could really tolerate in the slums.

Speaking of whom, he was approaching me. I flashed him a smile and a wink, but we both knew I was joking. The man didn't have a penny to spare, and was straight besides, and I had bigger (better-looking) fish to go after. He noticed me perched upon the garbage can and smiled wider than ever, bringing a blush to his cheeks as he waddled towards his pile. His arms were full of miscellaneous things; I thought it was all junk, but he considered it treasure. "Hey, Pinky. How's business?"

"Benito!!"

I never did figure out what that meant. If it meant anything.

"Ah, you know, a little o' this, a little o' that. That man at the clothing shop bought my whizzer for 3 gil, and..."

I zoned out. I almost always did when he talked to me. A chuckle laced my throat at the last comment I had heard. His "whizzer". He'd been talking about it for weeks. I didn't understand what it did, or even if it was supposed to do something in the first place, but he thought it was just the bee's knees.

It's not that I'm disrespectful. I'm just known to have a short attention span.

I kept half an ear on his babbling, and the one and a half on the rest of the community. Ha, community... as if it could ever deserve to be called anything resembling that. My legs stayed spread and my fingers trailed my sides once in a while, trying to catch the attention of some potential clients that I could see eyeing me up from across the way. It tickled, but I could deal.

Yeah. I'm ticklish.

There were three of them, all seated around a small, plastic lawn-table that was missing a leg. The white had gone to brown long ago, and each of the matching chairs they sat in had something wrong with them. One, on the far left, was quite slender. Maybe he was young. He had powder-soft looking hair, silver, and cut into a sort of bob that clung to his head like a spider to its egg sac. It was dead straight, and layered in the bangs so that it hung over one eye. He wore all black, mostly loose cloth that was held to his body with various straps and belts. There was a gun on his left side. I winked at him, and he smiled.

The one on the far right was a bit bigger than the other guy. He had wider shoulders and was dressed only in a red tank top (it had grease stains all over it) and a pair of cut-off shorts (which also had grease stains all over them, and various other substances which I had no motivation to discover). Scars striped his arms and calves, and his hair was cut into a very scruffy-looking brown mop on the top of his head. His left ear was pierced twice at the top. I licked my lips at him, but he didn't do anything.

The man in the middle seemed to be another super-seme, just by the look of him. He wasn't big by any means, which caused me to wonder why I'd marked him as I did, but when I met his eyes, doubt fled from my mind. They glinted with mako.

Whoa.

Big stuff.

I let my index finger do a lap around my navel and trail down to the good stuff, smirked cheekily at them, and turned a full ear back to Pink Eye.

"...And so I says to 'im, I says, 'If that's all ya's gonna give me, I ain't gonna give ya's nothin'!' An' of course he din't like that, so I..."

Nothing new there. I braced my hands above my head and stretched, feeling my shorts shift and tighten around new spots on my hips. I closed my eyes and just kind of drifted, though I did remember to look seductive while doing so.

"Alrighty, Benny, I'ma gonna head off now. You take care of yourself, ya? Say hi to the kiddo for me."

If I even could. "Mmkay, Pinky. See ya."

He waddled off again, looking much like a bloated old woman instead of a man. I chuckled at him and shook the wispies out of my eyes, and realized that the silver-haired guy was approaching me. Didn't waste time, did they? I brought my arms back down in a wide arc, and then licked my top lip at him. "Lookin' for some entertainment?"

He finished his journey towards me and ended up right between my knees. Either he was unusually brave, or just careless-nobody really got that close to anybody else in the slums. If they followed the rule of self-preservation, that is. It was common sense. "Maybe," he replied, "what have you got to offer?" He blushed slightly and smiled at me, and I almost grinned before I realized that some people think a big stupid grin is a turn-off.

Aw, he's shy. I smiled back at him and batted my eyes.

"Whatever you like." I got up and smoothed my body against him. His clothing was soft and yielding beneath the course fabric of my own outfit, and I twirled around his back like a dancer before stopping in front of him once more. "I'm quite talented."

Now, before you get all huffy, that isn't my ego talking. I am talented. I have to be.

He shook his head to place his hair once more and looked over my body. His eyes met mine again; they were a pretty turquoise. "How much?"

I considered. Too high and they'd deny, too low and Boss'd throw a shit fit. "Hmm." I reached forward and clasped the zipper pull to his jacket in my fingers, pulling it down slowly and appearing to contemplate far more than I actually was. In all reality, I just wanted to see what he would do. "Normally, I do 150 per person." He stiffened beneath my fingertips when they brushed against his stomach, and I knew that I had him. "But for you," I looked up and showed some teeth, "if you get your friends into the game, I can do fifty each. Seventy and I'll throw in some kink, if you like."

He nodded and smiled a little wider, and I actually did chuckle that time. What could he possibly want me to do that would be so bad? Play strip poker? I checked him out as he walked back to his table, but when he arrived, he did not sit. They appeared to discuss something; probably me, and he finally looked over his shoulder and motioned me over.

Score.

I hopped off of my can gracefully, sashaying my hips as I walked over to them. The mud on the ground squished between my toes, and I wondered briefly if my skin would change colors from it. Not that it would matter, since I was already a chocolate brown color all over instead of the usual pale skin I displayed. They didn't seem to mind, though, because super-seme oozed out of his seat the moment I approached him, took me by the chin, and kissed me.

Damn that burger. I probably tasted like shit.

He didn't, though. He put the flavor of menthol into my mouth. Menthol and danger and expensive liquor, and suddenly I was thrown back to the other guy. The guy whose name still escaped me. I put everything I could into the kiss, and when he broke away, his lips were slightly swollen and his eyes glowed vibrant amber. Very cool. He grinned at me, then, and it unnerved me for some reason. Who knows?

"It is Saki's birthday, here. You're to show him a good time."

Wow. They're letting me play for once? "And the both of you, sir? Surely you do not want to sit by and merely watch?" I posed subtly, pouting and accenting what little curves I had. It was kind of funny.

"We will decide after you are done with 'Ki-san. But first, you shower."

Well, apparently they did mind. But, whatever. At least I'd be clean again. The guy in the red tank top finally stood and the three of them began to walk off in the direction of the Honey Bee Inn. I wasn't sure if we were going to the actual Honey Bee Inn or the hotel across the street, but both places were pretty decent to get laid in. The hotel made a lot of money off of people bringing people like me with them, so they were one of the richest places in the slum.

I got a good eyeful of the three of them as I trailed behind, which was extremely odd. At least to me. Normally I was shackled or on a leash or something when I had to follow someone... And here I was, just dawdling behind. How did they know I wasn't going to just run off or something?

...Not that they couldn't find another poor sap like me somewhere else, or anything...

It turned out that we were going to the hotel, which made me sigh in relief, I guess. The Honey Bee Inn was nice, but the girls there could make the teeth rot in your mouth they were so overly sweet sometimes. Besides, I could brush my teeth at the hotel, AND their showers were better.

So I think beggars can be choosers. Shut up.

The four of us strolled through the entrance doors, and I felt myself on the receiving end of the usual acidic glares and disgusted snorts. I was so used to it by now that it was tempting to return them, but I didn't want to make a scene for my clients. They were being really nice for all their gruff appearance.

So I settled for a small wink. A, "Too bad you aren't getting any as much or as good as I am" wink.

I couldn't help myself.

We stepped into the elevator at the end of the lobby, and I watched with curious eyes as the red tank top guy pushed two buttons, instead of one. We were going to the third floor first, and then to the fifth floor. Maybe they had separate rooms or something? The mako guy and this Saki person were behind me.

I was briefly curious as to whether he tasted as sweet as his name described.

When we hit the third floor, the doors opened, and I made a move to step out, but a hand shoved into my back pocket (it's a wonder it fit) suddenly yanked me backwards. I stumbled a little, and was steadied by the same strong hand curling its fingers around my right hipbone. Hm, so it was the mako guy.

I felt myself getting a little excited. Which was weird, 'cause I usually didn't like it rough.

His hand was rough velvet against the exposed skin between my tank top and my shorts, and I tried to pick out the pattern of calluses on his fingers before we exited the elevator. His fingers were warm and stroking a gentle pattern against my hipbone, and it took everything I had not to squirm and giggle.

Which wasn't much, and I did anyway.

It earned me some odd looks, specifically from the man with his arm around me. I blushed, expecting a slap, and looked away. "Err...I'm sorry, I'm a bit ticklish, sir."

It sounded lame, and it was kind of humiliating. I usually boasted that I was the best around, but I didn't actually believe any of it. The truth is, normally I felt pretty inadequate, and sometimes it showed in what I said.

Like now.

However, the trio simply chuckled. No insults, no dismissals... By now, I was genuinely confused. Was everybody from above the plate simply insane? The mystery guy I had met before was, and now this guy seemed a few sandwiches short of a picnic... I sighed and simply walked, guided by the hand in my back pocket. I think it was stuck.

Arriving at the room, I observed the door indifferently. The number had been ripped off a while ago, and the paint around the number outline had been picked at and eaten away. I know, I know... I said it was a nice hotel and all, but we are still in the slums. This Saki (or Ki-san... heh) guy I was supposed to please was standing off to the side of me, checking me out. I would have posed a little better for him, but the leader's (at least, I think he was the leader) hand was still in my pocket. Then the door opened, and we entered.

There was only one bed, which led me to believe that these guys were sandwiching the guy I was gonna bang, but who am I to make assumptions? The carpet was a faded, stained brown color and was worn damn near through. The biggest of the three went and flopped down on the bed, flicked on the TV, propped his feet up, and completely ignored the both of us. Mr. Leader looked at me, and then motioned with his head towards the bathroom expectantly, and I nodded.

I didn't, however, expect to be followed.

The bathroom was small, but moderately clean. It had a sink with separate faucets, a toilet (the lid and seat were left up), and a shower stall with a clear curtain. I never really got the point of having a clear curtain until I got into my "business", and now that I did know, I also knew exactly why I had been followed.

Now, there are very, very few things I have never done. Sex with someone during a shower is one of them. Surprise, I know. But if you think about it, are working shower stalls really that common sub-plate? Let alone clients wanting to use them?

So, like I said. New. But, if there was one thing I did pride myself on, it was being able to adapt quickly to a new situation. I looked to the leader guy and raised my brows, asking for permission to begin, and earned myself a quiet nod. He set the toilet seats down and sat on top to watch.

Heh. If there was one disadvantage to wearing tight, sexy, revealing clothing, it was those god damned little red lines it left on your flesh after you took it off. However, I was so filthy that you couldn't really see them, anyway, so I stripped and kicked my clothes into a pile. I then noticed that Saki was still dressed with his back to me, so once more, I asked permission with my eyes.

It was granted.

See, I liked shy and modest clients. They were fun to work with; fun to please. I felt like I owed them something. When I placed my hands against Saki's shoulders, he tensed slightly and a blush burned against his neck. It caused me to smile. I turned him towards me and started on the buttons down the front of his shirt slowly, giving him time to clam up if he was going to. Plus, with the way I was doing it, I hoped to turn both of them on. At least a little.

I leaned forward to kiss the flesh I was revealing, and it was actually kind of pleasurable. Usually, I didn't really want to touch any part of my clients' bodies with my mouth or face (yes, I'm aware that's asking a bit much), as I was never sure where they'd been or what I'd catch.

But this one... He was nice. Soft. New.

And he tasted good.

I was beginning to think that everybody above the plate must be beautiful, rich, and shower every day. Which wouldn't be surprising, considering the rumors, but still! It was kind of hard to grasp.

I finished with the shirt and pushed it off of his shoulders, folding it in half messily and draping it over the sink. He truly was a pretty picture, though. And he was paaaaale. His pants were fastened to his body by several belts, beginning with three around his waist. I cocked a brow at them, and then looked up at him skeptically.

He probably would have blushed if the previous one had faded, but I did earn myself another chuckle. He removed all (I counted seven, but I could have been off) of his belts and set them on his shirt, then unfastened and stepped out of his pants.

A thin, strappy black thong adorned his crotch and hipbones. I don't see why he even bothered, as I could have chewed through the damned thing, but I guess it was sexy, anyway. I bent, pulled at it with my teeth, and then impulsively, actually did bite through one of the leather side straps. I realized I'd still have to bend to the floor to get them off, and that wasn't gonna fly. So I bit through the other side, as well. His body tensed to a noticeable point, so I stood slowly, dangled it in front of his face, and leaned in close to his ear, unable to resist a quick lap at his earlobe.

"We can use this later."

His eyes darkened slightly and he licked his lips. I gripped his hand lightly, kissing the knuckles, and led him into the shower.

With a pleased nod from Saki's seme, I turned on the water, and went to work.