Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Private Dancer ❯ Beautiful Stranger ( Chapter 1 )
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By: buenagirl 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.28.2009 | Updated On: 06.28.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 267 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.28.2009 | Updated On: 06.28.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 267 | Status: Work In Progress
Beautiful Stranger, Meeting Aya (Chapter 1)
The place was just amazing. Yohji and Ken had wanted to come to this club for a while now. Whenever any of their friends had mentioned that they had visited the club, they always spoke of how astounding it was and how much fun it had been. Crave was one of the most talked about upscale clubs in the city.
Yohji and Ken walked in and immediately took stock of the club. The lighting was professionally assembled which made the horde of bodies on the dance floor look amazing as they swayed to the music. To the right, was a sitting area with a number of cocktail tables where people gathered in conversation. To the left, there was a decent size pool hall and an upstairs loft equipped with plush loveseats. It was delicately lit in an effort to offer some sort of privacy for those moments of intimacy where some physical proximity was needed. Straight ahead and past the dance floor, was the bar which was slightly at a higher level providing an unobstructed view of all the different types of liquor offered. And the music, it intoxicated you as soon as you walked in and objecting to the movement it demanded from your body was merely impossible.
“Now, this is what I’m talking about. What do you think, Yohji?” Ken said as he stood next to Yohji still in awe while surveying the entire club.
“I think this place will be worth the money, Ken.” Yohji had initially thought that it was ridiculous to have to pay so much to just go clubbing. But they had to go, at least once, to see what all the hoopla was about.
“Come on, let's get us a drink,” Ken said as they made their way through the sea of dancing bodies and sat at the bar. The club was big enough that the bar required multiple bartenders. Currently, there were four on duty. All young, good-looking men with tight leather shorts and working boots. They had glitter all over their bodies meant to make you look and even stare as the lights hit them from all the right angles.
“What can I get you, gentlemen?” One of the bartenders said as he leaned over the bar in a very friendly manner.
“Sex on the Beach,” Ken said with a little smirk on his face. The bartender smiled at him and started to prepare the drink.
“How about you, pretty eyes?” Yohji looked at the bartender recognizing the signs of the game. This pulled a smile from him as he was usually the one doing the pursuing.
The bartender handed Ken his drink and fixed his eyes back on Yohji.
"Well, I came out to have me the best night I ever had. Want to try as many new things as I can get my hands on," he followed the comment with a wink knowing that the bartender would respond in earnest. However, before the man had a chance to reply they were distracted by the sound of Ken slamming the empty glass on the counter top.
"Damn, that was a good fucking Sex on the Beach, Yohji."
Both the bartender and Yohji chuckled at Ken's remark.
Yohji shook his head watching as Ken wiped his mouth with the back of his hand acting as if he had never had a Sex on the Beach before. But gauging by Ken's reaction, Crave was good at what they did and kept the customers coming back for more. If that was so of all aspects of the club, then this was going to be a fun night.
“So, what will it be?” The bartender repeated looking straight into Yohji’s eyes.
“What do you recommend?” Yohji asked him right back curious to find out what the bartender would say.
“How well can you handle your alcohol?” The bartender asked Yohji still staring into his eyes.
“I have moderate tolerance,” Yohji replied knowing that he could drink just about anyone under the table. He had many years of drinking under his belt. Dancing, alcohol and the occasional weed joint was all a deadly recipe for a guaranteed lay. Sex to Yohji was more than a hobby, it was an addiction. He just loved making love, and pleasing his partners was what he was well known for. He usually bedded women, but years back when he was in his ‘experimental’ phase, he had pleased his share of men as well; beautiful men specifically.
He observed the bartender as he carefully mixed an assortment of alcohol, shook the mixture for a moment and poured it into a triple shooter. While in his thoughts Yohji missed a couple of the bottles that the bartender had used for the mix so he wasn’t completely sure of what was in the shot. The bartender slid the glass towards Yohji and waited with a grin on his face.
Both Ken and the bartender were amazed as Yohji just lifted the shot glass to his mouth and downed its contents in one big gulp. Yohji slammed the glass down on the bar letting out a long breath which he was sure would have caught on fire if a flame had been near him. He looked up at the bartender blinking a couple of times to clear his vision as his eyes misted from the strong shot.
“Now, what the hell was that?” Yohji asked the bartender as he took a couple of deep breaths letting the alcohol settle in his stomach.
“That, pretty eyes, should last you at least half the night. It’s what I like to call Cannon Ball to Hell.”
Yohji had never had a shot like that before. He knew he could handle it, but it was a very strong drink.
“That will be fifteen dollars.”
Yohji tried not to cry out in outrage at the obvious rip off. Good side was that the shot should indeed last him half the night. He reached in his pocket for a twenty and handed it back to the bartender. As he was doing so, the music stopped and the lights were dimmed.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen..."
Ken and Yohji turned around to face the direction of the announcement.
Crave was well known for a variety of reasons. Of course they served the best drinks and had the best atmosphere in town, but that was not all they had to offer. They had the most gorgeous dancers as well; both male and female. They catered to the entire audience and were very open to what people wanted to see. Their shows were the main thing that set them apart from the rest of the clubs.
"As always, we’re very glad to see you here. This is the first dance of the night. Sit back and enjoy the show," the man said as he walked away from the spotlight and left the stage.
The lights started to blink and move back and forth catching everyone's attention. Then the music started and two male dancers came out onto the stage. Yohji recognized the song and began to move with it. The song was enticing and pulled you in. It was definitely one of Yohji’s favorites.
The two men on stage were moving very seductively and what they were wearing made them look amazing as well. They had tight black leather pants with black working boots and red fitted body shirts. They also had red wrist bands to complete the outfit.
To the left was a nice looking blond and to the right was a very tanned, well built brunette. Then Yohji noticed that at the center a third dancer was moving towards the front of the stage. Before he knew it, Yohji’s eyes opened wider as he leaned forward to get a better look at this man. He had to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing.
This was the most gorgeous man he had ever laid eyes on. He had beautiful overlong auburn silky hair which fell over his eyes, nice pale skin and a stunning body. He was wearing the same tight black leather pants and working boots as the other two, but his shirt was a hue of purple. He also wore black wrist bands.
Yohji didn’t realize that he had stood up from the bar stool and was slowly walking towards the stage. He had to get a better look at this man.
The center dancer moved definitely better than the other two and his choreography was slightly different as well. The steps were a little harder and they required a little bit more body control. Yohji just stood there; a mere eight feet from the stage entranced by the site before him.
There were three sets of dancing poles at least twelve feet high, which Yohji had not noticed before. The lighting was so precise that you saw what they wanted you to see and when they wanted you to see it. It was almost magical.
But the lighting did not interest Yohji at all. Just the man on the center of the stage who currently was dancing against the pole. The man's eyes were closed and his head slightly tilted back as he let the music guide him in his movements.
Yohji felt his heart start to race as the redhead faced the pole and started to climb all the way to the top. Once there, the younger man carefully wrapped his legs around the pole securing himself to it and then leaned back to where his head was down and he was merely holding on by his legs.
Yohji thought he was going to have a heart attack as he watched the man just run his hands all over his body as he gently started to slide down the pole still holding onto it upside down. The site was amazing and fucking erotic as hell.
He let his eyes roam all over the other man's athletic body noticing the firmness on the man's abdominal muscles as it obviously took a lot of strength to hold himself in such a position. Yohji licked his lips when the dancer intertwined his hands in his hair as he slid precariously close to the ground.
Just a mere two feet from the ground, the younger man straightened his arms flattening his hands on the floor in order to support his body in that position. Yohji was amazed as the dancer's legs straightened. He couldn't believe his eyes as this beautiful creature was doing a hand stand while he leaned against the pole.
Yohji came to Crave wanting to experience something new. Something out of the norm. Being a clubber he didn't expect anything exceedingly individual about Crave to catch his fancy. But most importantly, he didn't expect anyone to catch him.
He prided himself in knowing that he was good at the game and that no one would ever make him falter deep inside where it mattered. After his failed relationship with Asuka, he vowed never to fall again and he never had. Until now.
The redhead let his feet fall to the ground and stood up in a wiping motion in order to do two back flips landing on his feet. Yohji was amazed at the control and grace this man had. He was definitely strong, limber, graceful and, oh, so beautiful. Yohji didn’t want to blink as not to miss any second of what this man was doing.
Now that the man was closer to the edge of the stage, Yohji found himself taking the last steps towards him. When he did, he noticed three men dressed in all black standing slightly to the left of him. These men were obviously bodyguards. He had been so captivated by the redhead on stage he could not believe he almost ran smack into them. He stilled as they tightened their stance in an obvious indication that he would not be allowed any closer. Yohji nodded in understanding wanting not to end the night before it started. He noticed how the men relaxed a bit knowing that he wasn't a drunken tard that was going to give them shit this early in the night.
When he was about to turn around and go back the way he'd come, he realized that the redhead on stage was staring down at him. Having come out of the daze he had fallen into before, he would have just walked away. However, the eyes that stared down at him were the most beautiful shade of amethyst he had ever seen. That second, Yohji thought that they had to be contacts, but contacts or not they were striking.
Yohji was once again staring at this stunning man who slowly and seductively danced towards the edge of the stage. The pale man brought himself to his knees right in front of Yohji, not once taking his eyes off of him. He slowly sat on his heels and began to move. His movements were gesturing as if he was riding something or someone for that matter. He just brought himself up and back down, throwing his head back and placing his hands all over his body.
Yohji could feel his heartbeat in his throat as the man had one hand on his thigh and the other one was caressing his neck. Then the redhead looked down at him again as the hand on his neck began to slowly caress down over his chest while ghosting over one nipple, then down across his abdomen and down to the front of his pants. Yohji wasn’t even breathing any more.
And just like that, the show was over. The lights on the stage went off and the crowd began to cheer in obvious appreciation of the show. The music changed tune and everyone began to dance around him. He felt someone’s hand on his shoulder and Yohji turned finding Ken's amazed face smiling back at him.
“Was that extreme or what? Holy shit, those guys were awesome,” Ken said as they both walked back to the bar area.
Yohji realized that he was breathing normally again and his senses were coming back to him as well. "Yeah, it was," he replied as he sat back down on a stool at the bar.
Ken took the seat next to him and flagged the bartender down. "You were like a zombie, just standing there staring. If I didn't know any better, I would say that you saw something you liked."
Yohji turned to look at Ken. "What the hell are you talking about? I didn't see the first pair of tits up there," he was trying as hard as he could to save face. As far as Ken knew, Yohji was straight.
The bartender handed Ken another Sex on the Beach and Ken immediately took a few gulps from it. "Well, you acted kinda weird. That's all I'm saying. I mean, I don't care. I just didn't know you swung that way too," Ken turned on his bar stool and moved to the music as he looked over the dance floor.
"I don't," was all he said. But not even he believed it. He hadn't been with another guy in a long time. He didn't even look at guys that way. He had experimented, gotten it out of his system and moved on. Or so he thought. Thankfully, Ken didn't press it further and he was able to enjoy the rest of the night.
-----
At one thirty in the morning, Yohji and Ken were back at the bar. There had been several other shows on stage, but the redhead had not been part of them. Yohji watched as Ken went on about how well his kids were doing in soccer and how he wished he had more time for them. He had had a couple more drinks and they had taken effect. He became a motor mouth when he was drunk.
Ken was having a great night so far. Yohji had sat at the bar as Ken danced most of the night away like he was doing now. He had danced with almost everyone that wanted to dance with him. Yohji smiled at the thought. Ken was definitely enjoying himself tonight.
“Do you want another Cannon Ball or should I prepare you something a little bit lighter?”
The bartender that had taken care of him earlier that night was back leaning against the bar right behind Yohji. He turned around to face him. “I'll pass. It’s getting late and I have to drive tonight, but thanks.”
“No problem. You guys coming back tomorrow? I will be here and I will be more than glad to serve you.”
Yohji could read the double meaning in his wording and smiled. Being that the bartender acted so friendly towards him, he decided to press his luck and ask about the redhead. “Will the redhead male dancer come back out tonight?” Yohji was wondering if he could get any information out of the bartender.
“Yes. He will be back out at two actually. Did you like his earlier show? He is the pride and joy of this club you know.”
Yohji had no doubt that it was a fact. He had realized as soon as he saw him dancing for the first time that he was definitely special. The bartender’s comment merely confirmed that. “Does he have a name?” He decided to just ask and not beat around the bush. The bartender was either going to give him the name or…
“His name is Aya. I see that he has made a new fan. Just know that while he is here, he is off limits. You will not be able to get to him any closer than that stage.”
That statement did not surprise Yohji in the least. He was no stranger to idolization or fanatics himself. Some of his partners would do almost anything to get Yohji to bed them again. He could only imagine what people would try to do to get to someone like Aya.
“Well, there is one way," the bartender stated in the middle of preparing a drink. "If you have the money, you could get a lap dance from him,” he said as he placed the drink he made in front of Yohji. "This one is on the house since I kinda like you."
Yohji happily accepted it. "So, how do I get myself a lap dance from this Aya?" This was something he definitely wanted to know more about.
The place was just amazing. Yohji and Ken had wanted to come to this club for a while now. Whenever any of their friends had mentioned that they had visited the club, they always spoke of how astounding it was and how much fun it had been. Crave was one of the most talked about upscale clubs in the city.
Yohji and Ken walked in and immediately took stock of the club. The lighting was professionally assembled which made the horde of bodies on the dance floor look amazing as they swayed to the music. To the right, was a sitting area with a number of cocktail tables where people gathered in conversation. To the left, there was a decent size pool hall and an upstairs loft equipped with plush loveseats. It was delicately lit in an effort to offer some sort of privacy for those moments of intimacy where some physical proximity was needed. Straight ahead and past the dance floor, was the bar which was slightly at a higher level providing an unobstructed view of all the different types of liquor offered. And the music, it intoxicated you as soon as you walked in and objecting to the movement it demanded from your body was merely impossible.
“Now, this is what I’m talking about. What do you think, Yohji?” Ken said as he stood next to Yohji still in awe while surveying the entire club.
“I think this place will be worth the money, Ken.” Yohji had initially thought that it was ridiculous to have to pay so much to just go clubbing. But they had to go, at least once, to see what all the hoopla was about.
“Come on, let's get us a drink,” Ken said as they made their way through the sea of dancing bodies and sat at the bar. The club was big enough that the bar required multiple bartenders. Currently, there were four on duty. All young, good-looking men with tight leather shorts and working boots. They had glitter all over their bodies meant to make you look and even stare as the lights hit them from all the right angles.
“What can I get you, gentlemen?” One of the bartenders said as he leaned over the bar in a very friendly manner.
“Sex on the Beach,” Ken said with a little smirk on his face. The bartender smiled at him and started to prepare the drink.
“How about you, pretty eyes?” Yohji looked at the bartender recognizing the signs of the game. This pulled a smile from him as he was usually the one doing the pursuing.
The bartender handed Ken his drink and fixed his eyes back on Yohji.
"Well, I came out to have me the best night I ever had. Want to try as many new things as I can get my hands on," he followed the comment with a wink knowing that the bartender would respond in earnest. However, before the man had a chance to reply they were distracted by the sound of Ken slamming the empty glass on the counter top.
"Damn, that was a good fucking Sex on the Beach, Yohji."
Both the bartender and Yohji chuckled at Ken's remark.
Yohji shook his head watching as Ken wiped his mouth with the back of his hand acting as if he had never had a Sex on the Beach before. But gauging by Ken's reaction, Crave was good at what they did and kept the customers coming back for more. If that was so of all aspects of the club, then this was going to be a fun night.
“So, what will it be?” The bartender repeated looking straight into Yohji’s eyes.
“What do you recommend?” Yohji asked him right back curious to find out what the bartender would say.
“How well can you handle your alcohol?” The bartender asked Yohji still staring into his eyes.
“I have moderate tolerance,” Yohji replied knowing that he could drink just about anyone under the table. He had many years of drinking under his belt. Dancing, alcohol and the occasional weed joint was all a deadly recipe for a guaranteed lay. Sex to Yohji was more than a hobby, it was an addiction. He just loved making love, and pleasing his partners was what he was well known for. He usually bedded women, but years back when he was in his ‘experimental’ phase, he had pleased his share of men as well; beautiful men specifically.
He observed the bartender as he carefully mixed an assortment of alcohol, shook the mixture for a moment and poured it into a triple shooter. While in his thoughts Yohji missed a couple of the bottles that the bartender had used for the mix so he wasn’t completely sure of what was in the shot. The bartender slid the glass towards Yohji and waited with a grin on his face.
Both Ken and the bartender were amazed as Yohji just lifted the shot glass to his mouth and downed its contents in one big gulp. Yohji slammed the glass down on the bar letting out a long breath which he was sure would have caught on fire if a flame had been near him. He looked up at the bartender blinking a couple of times to clear his vision as his eyes misted from the strong shot.
“Now, what the hell was that?” Yohji asked the bartender as he took a couple of deep breaths letting the alcohol settle in his stomach.
“That, pretty eyes, should last you at least half the night. It’s what I like to call Cannon Ball to Hell.”
Yohji had never had a shot like that before. He knew he could handle it, but it was a very strong drink.
“That will be fifteen dollars.”
Yohji tried not to cry out in outrage at the obvious rip off. Good side was that the shot should indeed last him half the night. He reached in his pocket for a twenty and handed it back to the bartender. As he was doing so, the music stopped and the lights were dimmed.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen..."
Ken and Yohji turned around to face the direction of the announcement.
Crave was well known for a variety of reasons. Of course they served the best drinks and had the best atmosphere in town, but that was not all they had to offer. They had the most gorgeous dancers as well; both male and female. They catered to the entire audience and were very open to what people wanted to see. Their shows were the main thing that set them apart from the rest of the clubs.
"As always, we’re very glad to see you here. This is the first dance of the night. Sit back and enjoy the show," the man said as he walked away from the spotlight and left the stage.
The lights started to blink and move back and forth catching everyone's attention. Then the music started and two male dancers came out onto the stage. Yohji recognized the song and began to move with it. The song was enticing and pulled you in. It was definitely one of Yohji’s favorites.
The two men on stage were moving very seductively and what they were wearing made them look amazing as well. They had tight black leather pants with black working boots and red fitted body shirts. They also had red wrist bands to complete the outfit.
To the left was a nice looking blond and to the right was a very tanned, well built brunette. Then Yohji noticed that at the center a third dancer was moving towards the front of the stage. Before he knew it, Yohji’s eyes opened wider as he leaned forward to get a better look at this man. He had to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing.
This was the most gorgeous man he had ever laid eyes on. He had beautiful overlong auburn silky hair which fell over his eyes, nice pale skin and a stunning body. He was wearing the same tight black leather pants and working boots as the other two, but his shirt was a hue of purple. He also wore black wrist bands.
Yohji didn’t realize that he had stood up from the bar stool and was slowly walking towards the stage. He had to get a better look at this man.
The center dancer moved definitely better than the other two and his choreography was slightly different as well. The steps were a little harder and they required a little bit more body control. Yohji just stood there; a mere eight feet from the stage entranced by the site before him.
There were three sets of dancing poles at least twelve feet high, which Yohji had not noticed before. The lighting was so precise that you saw what they wanted you to see and when they wanted you to see it. It was almost magical.
But the lighting did not interest Yohji at all. Just the man on the center of the stage who currently was dancing against the pole. The man's eyes were closed and his head slightly tilted back as he let the music guide him in his movements.
Yohji felt his heart start to race as the redhead faced the pole and started to climb all the way to the top. Once there, the younger man carefully wrapped his legs around the pole securing himself to it and then leaned back to where his head was down and he was merely holding on by his legs.
Yohji thought he was going to have a heart attack as he watched the man just run his hands all over his body as he gently started to slide down the pole still holding onto it upside down. The site was amazing and fucking erotic as hell.
He let his eyes roam all over the other man's athletic body noticing the firmness on the man's abdominal muscles as it obviously took a lot of strength to hold himself in such a position. Yohji licked his lips when the dancer intertwined his hands in his hair as he slid precariously close to the ground.
Just a mere two feet from the ground, the younger man straightened his arms flattening his hands on the floor in order to support his body in that position. Yohji was amazed as the dancer's legs straightened. He couldn't believe his eyes as this beautiful creature was doing a hand stand while he leaned against the pole.
Yohji came to Crave wanting to experience something new. Something out of the norm. Being a clubber he didn't expect anything exceedingly individual about Crave to catch his fancy. But most importantly, he didn't expect anyone to catch him.
He prided himself in knowing that he was good at the game and that no one would ever make him falter deep inside where it mattered. After his failed relationship with Asuka, he vowed never to fall again and he never had. Until now.
The redhead let his feet fall to the ground and stood up in a wiping motion in order to do two back flips landing on his feet. Yohji was amazed at the control and grace this man had. He was definitely strong, limber, graceful and, oh, so beautiful. Yohji didn’t want to blink as not to miss any second of what this man was doing.
Now that the man was closer to the edge of the stage, Yohji found himself taking the last steps towards him. When he did, he noticed three men dressed in all black standing slightly to the left of him. These men were obviously bodyguards. He had been so captivated by the redhead on stage he could not believe he almost ran smack into them. He stilled as they tightened their stance in an obvious indication that he would not be allowed any closer. Yohji nodded in understanding wanting not to end the night before it started. He noticed how the men relaxed a bit knowing that he wasn't a drunken tard that was going to give them shit this early in the night.
When he was about to turn around and go back the way he'd come, he realized that the redhead on stage was staring down at him. Having come out of the daze he had fallen into before, he would have just walked away. However, the eyes that stared down at him were the most beautiful shade of amethyst he had ever seen. That second, Yohji thought that they had to be contacts, but contacts or not they were striking.
Yohji was once again staring at this stunning man who slowly and seductively danced towards the edge of the stage. The pale man brought himself to his knees right in front of Yohji, not once taking his eyes off of him. He slowly sat on his heels and began to move. His movements were gesturing as if he was riding something or someone for that matter. He just brought himself up and back down, throwing his head back and placing his hands all over his body.
Yohji could feel his heartbeat in his throat as the man had one hand on his thigh and the other one was caressing his neck. Then the redhead looked down at him again as the hand on his neck began to slowly caress down over his chest while ghosting over one nipple, then down across his abdomen and down to the front of his pants. Yohji wasn’t even breathing any more.
And just like that, the show was over. The lights on the stage went off and the crowd began to cheer in obvious appreciation of the show. The music changed tune and everyone began to dance around him. He felt someone’s hand on his shoulder and Yohji turned finding Ken's amazed face smiling back at him.
“Was that extreme or what? Holy shit, those guys were awesome,” Ken said as they both walked back to the bar area.
Yohji realized that he was breathing normally again and his senses were coming back to him as well. "Yeah, it was," he replied as he sat back down on a stool at the bar.
Ken took the seat next to him and flagged the bartender down. "You were like a zombie, just standing there staring. If I didn't know any better, I would say that you saw something you liked."
Yohji turned to look at Ken. "What the hell are you talking about? I didn't see the first pair of tits up there," he was trying as hard as he could to save face. As far as Ken knew, Yohji was straight.
The bartender handed Ken another Sex on the Beach and Ken immediately took a few gulps from it. "Well, you acted kinda weird. That's all I'm saying. I mean, I don't care. I just didn't know you swung that way too," Ken turned on his bar stool and moved to the music as he looked over the dance floor.
"I don't," was all he said. But not even he believed it. He hadn't been with another guy in a long time. He didn't even look at guys that way. He had experimented, gotten it out of his system and moved on. Or so he thought. Thankfully, Ken didn't press it further and he was able to enjoy the rest of the night.
-----
At one thirty in the morning, Yohji and Ken were back at the bar. There had been several other shows on stage, but the redhead had not been part of them. Yohji watched as Ken went on about how well his kids were doing in soccer and how he wished he had more time for them. He had had a couple more drinks and they had taken effect. He became a motor mouth when he was drunk.
Ken was having a great night so far. Yohji had sat at the bar as Ken danced most of the night away like he was doing now. He had danced with almost everyone that wanted to dance with him. Yohji smiled at the thought. Ken was definitely enjoying himself tonight.
“Do you want another Cannon Ball or should I prepare you something a little bit lighter?”
The bartender that had taken care of him earlier that night was back leaning against the bar right behind Yohji. He turned around to face him. “I'll pass. It’s getting late and I have to drive tonight, but thanks.”
“No problem. You guys coming back tomorrow? I will be here and I will be more than glad to serve you.”
Yohji could read the double meaning in his wording and smiled. Being that the bartender acted so friendly towards him, he decided to press his luck and ask about the redhead. “Will the redhead male dancer come back out tonight?” Yohji was wondering if he could get any information out of the bartender.
“Yes. He will be back out at two actually. Did you like his earlier show? He is the pride and joy of this club you know.”
Yohji had no doubt that it was a fact. He had realized as soon as he saw him dancing for the first time that he was definitely special. The bartender’s comment merely confirmed that. “Does he have a name?” He decided to just ask and not beat around the bush. The bartender was either going to give him the name or…
“His name is Aya. I see that he has made a new fan. Just know that while he is here, he is off limits. You will not be able to get to him any closer than that stage.”
That statement did not surprise Yohji in the least. He was no stranger to idolization or fanatics himself. Some of his partners would do almost anything to get Yohji to bed them again. He could only imagine what people would try to do to get to someone like Aya.
“Well, there is one way," the bartender stated in the middle of preparing a drink. "If you have the money, you could get a lap dance from him,” he said as he placed the drink he made in front of Yohji. "This one is on the house since I kinda like you."
Yohji happily accepted it. "So, how do I get myself a lap dance from this Aya?" This was something he definitely wanted to know more about.