Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Private Dancer ❯ Acquiesce ( Chapter 3 )
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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: 4 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 224 | 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: 4 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 224 | Status: Work In Progress
Acquiesce (Chapter 3)
Aya rushed towards his dressing room and once inside he fell upon the loveseat that occupied said room. He slowly brought his legs towards his chest and circled his arms around them in a protective manner. He could not believe that for a second he had wanted to say yes. He had wanted to go out with the blond.
In complete bewilderment of the entire situation, he stood up and began to pace the room. For the past four years, he had wanted nothing other than to be left alone. He did not wish for nor need a relationship with anyone. He did what he did at Crave for the money and nothing more. Aya did not lust for affection. What happened had to be a fluke as he knew that he had his emotions under control.
He was brought back from his thoughts by a knock on his door. “Aya, it’s me. We need to talk.”
He swallowed hard in an effort to steady himself knowing that this 'talk' was not going to be pleasant. Taking in a deep breath, Aya walked to the door and opened it to let Bruno in.
Bruno normally never entered Aya's dressing room, but he was not about to have this conversation in the hall.
The bigger man could see that Aya was nervous and so should he be. “Aya, what the hell just happened? That guy was all over you. If the boss knows about this, he's going to be pissed. I'm going to recommend we write this guy off. He should not be allowed for another dance again. He knew the rules. I personally told him what the rules were.”
Aya knew that the club was very strict with the rules. This man was not the first one to try to take advantage of a dancer before. “Please, there is no need for that. It was my fault. I let it happen.”
Now it was Bruno's turn to pace the room. "It's not that simple and you know it," he stressed as he stood before Aya again. "There is surveillance and you know he monitors it. He's bound to find out one way or the other."
The redhead nodded knowing that it was all true. "All I'm asking is that you let me deal with it when and if the time comes. I'm asking you as a friend, please, don't say anything."
Aya knew that he could not risk losing this job. He was well aware that if he did, it would be all his own doing. All he needed was a little bit of time to figure out how to handle the situation.
Bruno took the last steps towards Aya purposely crowding his space and using his size to intimidate the smaller man. "You liked him didn’t you? I can't believe you liked that asshole. He is obviously a player. Don't you dare even consider him seriously?"
Aya just stared into those deep brown eyes that looked down at him accusingly. Truth was, he hadn't had a chance to mull over the reasons why things had gone so wrong.
Bruno turned on his heel and headed towards the door. Pulling the door open, he turned and stared at Aya again. "You better get a grip of yourself, Aya. Get ready for your next client. We'll talk about this later. And don't worry, I won’t say anything for now.” With that said, Bruno walked out of the room closing the door with a little more force than was necessary in order to make a point.
It took Aya a few moments to regain his senses after what Bruno said. Did he like this man? The blond was attractive and had what Aya perceived as a nice personality. But, had all that transpired been because he was attracted to the blond? Aya ran his fingers through his hair in a nervous gesture.
He closed his eyes in an attempt to reign in his scattered mind but found himself thinking of the way the man had kissed on him. Of the way the man threaded his fingers through Aya's hair and how good it felt to have his scalp massaged while the man deeply inhaled his body's scent. The mere memory sent shivers down his spine.
Aya let his body fall onto the chair in front of his dresser and looked at himself in the mirror. He felt the ice wall that he had carefully built being melted by his man. But why? Even when he had been with -- his mind paused before even thinking of the man's name.
He stood up from the chair and walked towards the closet that held his outfits and started looking through them. But his mind wondered back to the blond and he let out an exasperated breath. He marveled what it would be like to be with someone like the blond. What if the man came back and asked again? Would he be strong enough to say no once more?
He shook those thoughts out of his mind and began to undress in order to get ready for his next client. All he wanted to do was get this night over with and maybe, reach out to Bo for advice.
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He just could not stop thinking about it. Aya had been in his arms and Yohji had kissed on him, touched him and even talked to him. Overall, Yohji though that everything had gone well that night. But if it had, then why did he feel like such a looser?
Truth was he hadn’t been rejected in a very long time. Actually, he could not even remember ever being rejected before. There must be something else there. Yohji could feel Aya responding when he was kissing him. There has to be a reason why he did not accept and he wanted to find out what that was.
So, here it was Saturday night and he was at Crave again. He wanted to see Aya even if from a distance. Yohji hoped that the redhead would be working tonight.
“Well, well, well, you are becoming one of our regulars already. We may have to rent you a room here to save you time.”
Yohji glanced up at the bartender who had a look of amusement on his face. Normally, Yohji would have laughed the comment off. But given the pissy mood he found himself in, he couldn't even come up with a smart reply, so he just gave the man a lazy smile.
The bartender raised an eyebrow at the unexpected silence. “What would you like to drink?”
Yohji thought about it for a minute. He was going to go broke if he kept coming here every night. "Thanks, but I'm not in the mood to drink tonight."
The bartender placed a double shooter on the bar. “Here, this one is on the house,” he said with a smile as he poured a double shot of Glenlivet.
Yohji shook his head and smiled back. "One should never say no to free liquor," he said as he brought the glass to his lips and gulped it down.
"So, if you're not here to drink, then what are you here for?" the man asked as he took the empty shot glass from the counter.
The unexpected question took Yohji by surprise but he answered regardless. "I like the music."
The bartender rolled his eyes. "I haven't seen you dancing once. Now, your friend from the other night danced his ass off, but not you," the bartender nonchalantly picked up a wine glass and began to polish it.
Yohji laughed. "I don't have to dance myself to appreciate the music. Maybe I just like watching other people dance," he explained with a smile.
"That's true," the man responded looking more interested in the glasses he was polishing than in the conversation, which was why Yohji did not expect the next statement. "So, how did your dance with Aya go?"
Yohji wondered where this was going. "It went well," he answered all the same.
The bartender brought his eyes to him. "Did it?"
Yohji didn't hide his surprise at being asked that question. "If you must know, the dance did not disappoint."
The man raised an eyebrow at that. "So, why do you look so disappointed then?"
Yohji stared at the bartender for some time and then looked down at his hands on the bar. Truth was, the man was right. Why did he feel so disappointed at Aya saying no?
“He's here on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturday nights. My advice is whenever you come in make sure that Bruno sees you and be nice to him. If you do that, Bruno will take pity on you and let Aya know that you're here. You should try to get another dance from him and ask again. Who knows, maybe you will be lucky enough and Aya will say yes.”
Yohji was shocked beyond a doubt. Just what the hell was going on? How did this guy know that he was wondering if Aya was here? How did he know what Bruno would do? And lastly, how did he know that Aya had said no?
As if reading his mind, the bartender answered. “Don’t ask. Just know that I can see that you're different from all these guys. Just do what I said and you’ll see.” The bartender winked at him and turned to another customer.
Before he had any more time to wonder at the bartender's words, the lights on stage went on and the music stopped. It was two in the morning and Aya was back on stage. Yohji turned around on his bar stool towards the sound of the speaker presenting Aya's next dance. After all, this was the reason why he was here tonight. The bartender's words will just have to wait.
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Ken had come to the club with him tonight and Yohji appreciated the company. Once they entered the club, Ken had gone to order some drinks and Yohji was now making his way to see Mike to schedule another dance with Aya.
It had been two weeks since he had the first dance and Yohji had been coming back to Crave every day he knew Aya would be there and each time, he made sure that Bruno saw him. He always gave Bruno that perfect smile hoping that it would help him get to Aya as the bartender suggested.
Yohji was also hoping that he could get a slot for next Friday night. If Aya was booked and he had to wait two more weeks for another dance, it was going to be torture. His vivid dreams of the redhead were driving him a little mad these days.
As he stood there waiting for Mike to finish his discussion with another patron, he glanced to his left and noticed Bruno standing by the door where the dance rooms were. The man had his usual stance; brows creased, arms folded at his chest and looking like it would take a bulldozer to get past him. As he had been doing for the past few weeks, Yohji gave Bruno a bright smile and a slight nod.
“What will it be tonight?”
Yohji brought his attention back to Mike. “How about another lap dance from Aya?"
The man looked over at his paperwork on the clipboard. "Well, well, well, look what we have here."
Yohji froze for a moment. He was hoping that Mike was not referring to anything that would forbid Yohji from another lap dance. After what he did, he trusted that his privileges had not been revoked.
“Aya has an open slot tonight at ten, someone just cancelled. Do you want that one?”
What kind of question was that? Here he was preparing himself for a swift kick in the ass by Bruno telling him to stay away from Aya and instead he gets a dance slot for tonight. “That would be great,” he said trying not to sound as excited as he felt.
"Oh, wait."
Once again, his blood ran cold as he heard those words from Mike.
"This is a strip lap dance and it's for thirty minutes. It will cost you four hundred bucks."
Relieved once again, Yohji didn't even think twice at the price. "Here you go," he said as he handed Mike his credit card.
After Mike handed him a paper to sign and returned his credit card Yohji walked back to the bar. Ken had already ordered their drinks and was talking to some guy sitting next to him.
“Hey Yohji, this is Omi; Omi this is Yohji.”
Yohji raised an eyebrow as he checked the guy out. He was pretty on the eyes with nice blond hair and bright blue eyes, but was looking a lot like jailbait for Yohji's comfort.
“Omi just turned eighteen and is on his third year of college. Can you believe that?" Ken answered obviously smitten by the young man.
Yohji nodded as he took another look at the blond who was giving him a beautiful smile. This night was going even better than expected. Yohji loved the fact that Ken had met someone he was interested in. Now he didn't have to explain that he was going to be gone for forty-five minutes to an hour getting some dance from a guy. Ken was going to be too busy to even notice he was gone.
"Omi loves to dance, so you might be on your own tonight. Is that ok?"
Can this night get any better? "Don't worry about me and enjoy yourself." He winked at the both of them as he downed one of the shots of Glenlivet that Ken had gotten for him.
Ken smiled as he turned to Omi and before Yohji could say anything more, the brunette leaned in and gave the younger blond a long, hard kiss.
Yohji knew that his shocked face was obvious, but didn't care to hide it. Once the men pulled apart, Omi stood from the stool and pulled Ken to the dance floor. "Nice to meet you, Yohji." Was all he heard as the two men got lost in the mass of bodies on the floor.
Yohji took his second shot and downed it in one gulp. He decided to go ahead and use the restroom since his lap dance would be in less than thirty minutes. As he walked past the cocktail area and down towards the back hall that lead to the restrooms, something caught his eye.
He took a step back and focused his eyes towards the opened door at the end of the hall he had just passed. There was a guy standing in the doorway wearing a pair of boy shorts and working boots. Yohji immediately recognized him as the bartender that always served him.
Yohji could see that someone was holding him by his hips, occasionally grabbing the guy's ass while he was being kissed deeply. Yohji moved to the side making sure that he would not be noticed as he continued to watch the action. He was curious to see if he could make out who it was that was sucking face with the bartender. The hall was poorly lit but there was a light on in the room that the guys were standing in.
Suddenly, the man that was kissing the bartender bumped the door and it opened a bit further. This allowed the light to shine on the men making it possible for Yohji to see a tall, well built, bald guy deeply kissing the bartender. Yohji instantly recognized Bruno and could not believe his eyes.
Now things made more sense. Now he could understand how the bartender knew so much about his dance with Aya. It was obvious that Bruno had told him about it. He leered at having this bit of knowledge. As a PI, he knew how to use information to his advantage and this was definitely good information to have.
He turned around and continued on his way to the restrooms while whistling a random tune that came to mind.
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As he followed Bruno down the hall towards the dance room, a million thoughts were racing through his mind -- about Bruno and the bartender, about his dance with Aya, about his plans to ask Aya out again.
Just as before, Bruno opened the last door and motioned for Yohji to come in. Yohji entered the room and without delay began to walk towards the armchair by the wall, but before he could reach it he was grabbed by his shoulder and spun around.
"Listen to me, asshole. I haven't forgotten what happened last time," Bruno spat as he towered over Yohji. "If you try something funny tonight, I don't care what Aya says. I'm going to kick your ass all the way to the front door. Do you get me?"
Yohji refused for this man to intimidate him. Who the hell did he think he was? Last he checked, Aya was a grown man and capable of making his own decisions. "I got it, back the fuck off."
Bruno just stared him down. "Watch your fucking mouth with me. I don't care about how pretty your smile is. I will bust your face in if you talk like that to me again." After a once over, Bruno walked towards the door and exited the room making sure to slam the door shut for emphasis.
Yohji ran a hand through his hair trying to control his nerves. He be damned if that asshole was going to ruin one of the best nights of his life. He sat down on the chair and took in a few deep breaths. He wanted to make sure that his attitude was perfect for when Aya arrived.
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The entire show that Aya was putting on for Yohji was more than amazing. The redhead had walked in dressed in all black. He wore a black fitted t-shirt, black pants which hugged every curve of his body, black sneakers and even a pair of black gloves. Yohji found that due to his distinct hair, eye and skin coloring black looked incredibly sexy on this man.
After a few seconds of looking into each other's eyes, Aya proceeded to the wall opposite Yohji's chair where he punched a code into the keypad and music began to play.
Aya walked in front of the dance pole and began to move to the music. He smiled thinking of how eager he had been when he received a note from Bo telling him that the blond had scheduled a dance with him tonight.
After seeing the man again, he knew that Bruno's allegation regarding his previous behavior might be true. For weeks, Bruno had mentioned to him that the blond was at the club, but it had been Bo's indication that the blond was interested in him that had intrigued him. Maybe he should listen to Bo and give the man a chance.
Yohji emotions began to overwhelm him. His visceral response to this man was undeniable. Yohji couldn't believe that after all of his years of sleeping around, he would be besotted by this man.
As he continued to watch Aya dance, he found himself trying to figure out how this could have happened. The feelings and emotions were nothing like they had been with Asuka and yet he knew that he had loved her. No, these irrefutable sentiments came from deeper within him and were obviously more than just lust.
So what was it about this man that triggered such desires from Yohji? He knew that one of the things that attracted him to Aya -- other than the man's unique beauty -- was his poise. Although Aya was a dancer, the man showed a strength about him which was sensual, sexy and stunning with every movement of his body.
Yohji had never found himself to be attracted to gay men before, but it was probably because he had concluded that they were all feeble or even frail. Not once had he considered that a man could be as beautiful yet at the same time masculine.
He could not take his eyes away from this man. Aya's hip movements were meant to entice and allure and Yohji wondered what it would be like to have a good bout of wrestling with him. He knew Aya could be his equal in every way and just thinking about seeing Aya all sweaty and straining from their athletic ministrations made Yohji's cock begin to stir.
In Yohji's line of business, physical violence was an expected element of the job, so Yohji was well trained in hand to hand combat. But the hand to hand combat he was thinking about at that moment was making him half hard and it brought a smile to Yohji's face.
After dancing for Yohji for about ten minutes, the strip show began. Facing him, Aya reached for the hem of his t-shirt and began to take it off very slowly. Yohji's eyes took in every inch of uncovered skin that Aya was presenting to him.
Yohji cleared his throat and shifted in his seat as once again the desire to not just touch, but taste this man began to overcome his control.
After dancing for Yohji for a few more moments, Aya turned around and lunged towards the dance pole where he grabbed it while pulling himself up and towards the pole; his arms bent at the elbow. This made his body begin to gyrate around the pole about a foot from the floor.
Yohji leaned in closer. He was immediately enthralled by how Aya’s body continued to rotate around the pole effortlessly, which was aided by the fact that he was using a rotating dance pole which increases the gyration of the dancer. Regardless, the fact that the man could maintain that position spoke of Aya's skills. He had to have been a gymnast as his upper body strength was phenomenal.
Aya shifted his hips to the right while pulling his legs up and over his head as he wrapped his left leg around the pole not once pausing in his spinning. He extended the other leg out and back as well as his arms as he continued his revolving around the pole. His body suspended in a move that you might see in figure skating; except for the fact that the man was two feet from the ground and upside down.
After a few seconds, Aya reached over his head with his right hand and secured his grip on the pole while doing the same with this left hand which was placed at his left hip. He then began to unravel his left leg which secured him to the pole. He slowly stretched his legs out as well as his back which placed him horizontally at the half point on the pole as if he were a human flag.
Yohji just shook his head in amazement and admiration for the man's dexterity. Aya's pole dancing was more a show of the man's potency and masculinity which was not what Yohji had been expecting.
After his last move, Aya had dismounted the pole and danced around it for a few moments most likely to give his arms a break. But just like before, he lunged towards the pole holding the same position that he had begun with. This must be the starting position for all his sections of his dance routine.
After shifting his weight to the right, he once again pulled his legs up and over his head as he wrapped his right leg around the pole and let his body fall backwards as he continued to spin around upside down.
Aya then grabbed a hold of his left leg which had been extended and began to bring it towards his chest. Once he was secured to the pole -- which was trapped between his left thigh and ribcage -- he pulled his other leg towards his chest placing him in the pike position which one would see a diver use as they freefall.
Yohji had seen many women pole dance before, but what he was seeing this man do was extraordinary. Under any other condition, he would have never divulged the fact that he had watched a man pole dancing, but in this situation he felt pride in the artistic demonstration before him.
In his distraction, he missed the detailed movements, but Aya was once again upside down holding on by one leg. His other leg extended behind him. He was also holding on by one arm while the other arm was down as he skimmed the floor with his fingertips -- his gyration never ceasing.
After holding that position for what seemed like a minute, he began to slow down his spinning until he placed the palm of his hand on the floor which stopped his rotation completely. Aya brought his other palm to the floor and proceeded to do a hand stand against the pole.
The blond recognized this move from the very first time he saw Aya dance. With a smile on his face, he watched as the redhead let his right leg down and then his left. But once his right foot touched the ground, he stood up in a wiping motion in order to do a back flip with a twist which made Aya land on his feet facing Yohji.
Without pause, the redhead proceeded to open the fly of his pants very slowly as he stood there staring into Yohji's eyes.
Yohji wanted to maintain eye contact with the younger man, but as the fly began to open his eyes fell to where Aya's hands were.
Aya brought his right hand to his mouth and began to pull his glove off with his teeth. After successfully taking that glove off, he proceeded to do the same with his left hand.
At that moment, Yohji didn't care if the dance had cost him a thousand dollars because it was fucking worth every penny. He rearranged himself on the chair in an attempt to hide his erection which was well visible even in the dim lighting. He didn't remember the last time that he had been this hard.
Obvious to Yohji's distress Aya smiled and brought his hands to the waist of his pants, but instead of taking them off, he merely folded them over his hips in order to give the blond a peek of what was underneath.
For what Yohji could see, Aya was wearing a pair of deep blue low rise mini boxers that stuck to his skin like paint. Yohji hadn't known what to expect from a guy because if Aya had been a girl, he knew that a g-string would be waiting for him.
He found the mini boxers to be a pleasant surprise because if Yohji had his way and found himself in a relationship with Aya, the actuality that the man held some semblance of dignity even while stripping for another man made Yohji feel at ease.
Aya continued to dance for Yohji. He had already toed his sneakers off, but for some reason he found himself stalling. If he had been dancing for any other man, he would have stripped by now. Aware of his internal struggle, he decided to get it over with and hooked his thumbs at the folded waist of his pants. It was then when he heard the blond gasp and Aya brought his eyes to the man's.
The blond was staring back at him and Aya froze while stripping his pants off. The younger man felt heat on his face as he began to blush, so he turned around and gave Yohji his back not understanding what had brought that reaction. He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath and once again, began to push his pants down the rest of the way.
For the first time in four years, Aya felt more than ashamed; he was mortified of what he was doing for money. How could the blond be interested in him? Suddenly, he felt childish for even considering following Bo's advice.
As soon as Aya took his pants off, Yohji zeroed in on the man's ass. Yohji was not an ass man; he loved tits and the bigger, the better. However, he could not take his eyes off this man's ass. Aya was fit, sleek and gorgeous. Yohji licked his lips as he noticed the man's dimples on his lower back and even began to salivate at the curve of Aya's backside.
But after a few moments, Yohji noticed the slight tremor of the man's body. He had been so entranced in admiring the man, he hadn't even noticed that Aya wasn't even dancing.
With obvious concern, he softly called the man's name. "Aya?"
Hearing his name from the blond's lips brought Aya back from his distressed emotions. He slowly turned around to face the man. "I'm sorry. I don't know what took over me. I'll have Mike give you a fifteen minute credit on your next dance."
Yohji knew at that instance that Aya was about to bolt and he was not going to allow that. "Wait, can I just spend the rest of the time with you. You don't need to dance or anything. Can it be like last time?"
Aya was not expecting this response from the blond. Who in the world pays that kind of money to just 'spend time' with someone? "I don't want you to waste your money. I promise, this will not occur next time."
Time was running out and he knew it. He needed to make Aya change his mind and fast. "Aya, please, come sit with me." Yohji wanted Aya to understand the sincerity of his plea. "I won't try anything. I just want to sit with you."
After a few moments of reconsidering, Aya nodded and slowly began to walk towards the blond. Yohji smiled and placed both arms on the armrests. Aya straddled his lap and placed his forehead against Yohji's not wanting to look into the other man's eyes.
Yohji waited a few seconds in silence before asking. "Are you ok, Aya?" After a few more seconds of silence, Aya nodded against Yohji's forehead. "I'm here if you need to talk to someone."
After hearing the blond's offer, Aya pulled back in order to look into the man's eyes. For what he could see, the blond had truly meant that. Maybe Bo was right about this guy.
Just as he had done before, Aya wrapped his arms around the blond's neck which allowed for their bodies to be as close as possible. They were once again temple to temple and Yohji could feel Aya's breath on his ear which was driving him mad. Not being able to wrap his arms around the half naked Aya on his lap, he closed his eyes just enjoying the closeness of the younger man.
“What’s your name?”
Yohji opened his eyes not sure if he had imagined hearing the question. “I'm sorry, what did you say?” He had to make sure. He didn’t want to make another mistake like last time.
“Your name… what is it?” Aya's raspy voice sounded needy and sexy as hell.
Yohji cleared his throat before he could answer. “Yohji. It's Yohji Kudou.”
Once again, Aya brought his eyes to meet Yohji's. “Well, Yohji, I asked you a question. Is there something that you want to ask me?” Aya's heart was thundering in his ribcage. He was scared, but at the same time he felt a pull towards this man which was irrevocable.
Yohji couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Aya was actually initiating a conversation with him. He didn't want to make a fool of himself, but if he was reading Aya right he knew what he needed to ask. “Do you want to come with me and have a cup of coffee, tonight, after work?” Okay, so he was pushing it.
The redhead continued to look into Yohji's eyes for what seem like an eternity. He then brought his attention to the bowl of strawberries which once again sat on a table to Yohji's right. He reached in and took one from the bowl. The younger man returned his eyes to Yohji as he placed the strawberry between his lips and took a bite. Just like before, he offered the rest of the fruit to Yohji who gladly accepted it.
After Yohji ate his half, Aya was going to put his fingers in his mouth to clean them when Yohji grabbed Aya’s wrist. The redhead just stared into Yohji's eyes with a questioning look, so the blond took one of Aya's fingers into his mouth and gently sucked on it. Aya's mouth felt slack and he let out a gasp of surprise. So, Yohji proceeded to take another finger into his mouth and sucked it clean never removing his gaze from Aya.
Once all of Aya's fingers were clean, he let go of Aya's hand and leaned forward placing a very light kiss to the corner of Aya’s mouth. He leaned back on his chair and waited.
Aya opened his eyes not aware that he had closed them. His heart was racing, his thoughts were scrambled in his head and there was a feeling in his stomach that he could not omit. No, the feeling was not in his stomach, it was lower in his groin. His body was reacting to what Yohji was doing and before Aya could catch himself, he leaned towards the blond and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
Yohji fought the urge to deepen that kiss and made sure to remain as still as he possibly could. He wasn't sure why, but he had the impression that in spite of Aya's profession, the man seemed somewhat shy.
In the background, a light tone was heard and the music stopped. Aya licked his lips as he pulled away from Yohji.
Yohji gave the redhead a light smile hoping that he would receive an answer. Instead, Aya left his lap, turned and began to walk towards the door.
Yohji immediately stood from the chair actually shocked that after Aya had prompted for Yohji to ask him out and even gave Yohji a kiss, he was just walking away. He could not believe he was rejected a second time.
Before Aya reached the door, he paused and turned to the blond. “I get off at three. Meet me out back by my car. It’s a white Porsche.” And then he was gone.
Yohji walked towards Bruno with a smug smile on his face. Aya had finally accepted.
Aya rushed towards his dressing room and once inside he fell upon the loveseat that occupied said room. He slowly brought his legs towards his chest and circled his arms around them in a protective manner. He could not believe that for a second he had wanted to say yes. He had wanted to go out with the blond.
In complete bewilderment of the entire situation, he stood up and began to pace the room. For the past four years, he had wanted nothing other than to be left alone. He did not wish for nor need a relationship with anyone. He did what he did at Crave for the money and nothing more. Aya did not lust for affection. What happened had to be a fluke as he knew that he had his emotions under control.
He was brought back from his thoughts by a knock on his door. “Aya, it’s me. We need to talk.”
He swallowed hard in an effort to steady himself knowing that this 'talk' was not going to be pleasant. Taking in a deep breath, Aya walked to the door and opened it to let Bruno in.
Bruno normally never entered Aya's dressing room, but he was not about to have this conversation in the hall.
The bigger man could see that Aya was nervous and so should he be. “Aya, what the hell just happened? That guy was all over you. If the boss knows about this, he's going to be pissed. I'm going to recommend we write this guy off. He should not be allowed for another dance again. He knew the rules. I personally told him what the rules were.”
Aya knew that the club was very strict with the rules. This man was not the first one to try to take advantage of a dancer before. “Please, there is no need for that. It was my fault. I let it happen.”
Now it was Bruno's turn to pace the room. "It's not that simple and you know it," he stressed as he stood before Aya again. "There is surveillance and you know he monitors it. He's bound to find out one way or the other."
The redhead nodded knowing that it was all true. "All I'm asking is that you let me deal with it when and if the time comes. I'm asking you as a friend, please, don't say anything."
Aya knew that he could not risk losing this job. He was well aware that if he did, it would be all his own doing. All he needed was a little bit of time to figure out how to handle the situation.
Bruno took the last steps towards Aya purposely crowding his space and using his size to intimidate the smaller man. "You liked him didn’t you? I can't believe you liked that asshole. He is obviously a player. Don't you dare even consider him seriously?"
Aya just stared into those deep brown eyes that looked down at him accusingly. Truth was, he hadn't had a chance to mull over the reasons why things had gone so wrong.
Bruno turned on his heel and headed towards the door. Pulling the door open, he turned and stared at Aya again. "You better get a grip of yourself, Aya. Get ready for your next client. We'll talk about this later. And don't worry, I won’t say anything for now.” With that said, Bruno walked out of the room closing the door with a little more force than was necessary in order to make a point.
It took Aya a few moments to regain his senses after what Bruno said. Did he like this man? The blond was attractive and had what Aya perceived as a nice personality. But, had all that transpired been because he was attracted to the blond? Aya ran his fingers through his hair in a nervous gesture.
He closed his eyes in an attempt to reign in his scattered mind but found himself thinking of the way the man had kissed on him. Of the way the man threaded his fingers through Aya's hair and how good it felt to have his scalp massaged while the man deeply inhaled his body's scent. The mere memory sent shivers down his spine.
Aya let his body fall onto the chair in front of his dresser and looked at himself in the mirror. He felt the ice wall that he had carefully built being melted by his man. But why? Even when he had been with -- his mind paused before even thinking of the man's name.
He stood up from the chair and walked towards the closet that held his outfits and started looking through them. But his mind wondered back to the blond and he let out an exasperated breath. He marveled what it would be like to be with someone like the blond. What if the man came back and asked again? Would he be strong enough to say no once more?
He shook those thoughts out of his mind and began to undress in order to get ready for his next client. All he wanted to do was get this night over with and maybe, reach out to Bo for advice.
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He just could not stop thinking about it. Aya had been in his arms and Yohji had kissed on him, touched him and even talked to him. Overall, Yohji though that everything had gone well that night. But if it had, then why did he feel like such a looser?
Truth was he hadn’t been rejected in a very long time. Actually, he could not even remember ever being rejected before. There must be something else there. Yohji could feel Aya responding when he was kissing him. There has to be a reason why he did not accept and he wanted to find out what that was.
So, here it was Saturday night and he was at Crave again. He wanted to see Aya even if from a distance. Yohji hoped that the redhead would be working tonight.
“Well, well, well, you are becoming one of our regulars already. We may have to rent you a room here to save you time.”
Yohji glanced up at the bartender who had a look of amusement on his face. Normally, Yohji would have laughed the comment off. But given the pissy mood he found himself in, he couldn't even come up with a smart reply, so he just gave the man a lazy smile.
The bartender raised an eyebrow at the unexpected silence. “What would you like to drink?”
Yohji thought about it for a minute. He was going to go broke if he kept coming here every night. "Thanks, but I'm not in the mood to drink tonight."
The bartender placed a double shooter on the bar. “Here, this one is on the house,” he said with a smile as he poured a double shot of Glenlivet.
Yohji shook his head and smiled back. "One should never say no to free liquor," he said as he brought the glass to his lips and gulped it down.
"So, if you're not here to drink, then what are you here for?" the man asked as he took the empty shot glass from the counter.
The unexpected question took Yohji by surprise but he answered regardless. "I like the music."
The bartender rolled his eyes. "I haven't seen you dancing once. Now, your friend from the other night danced his ass off, but not you," the bartender nonchalantly picked up a wine glass and began to polish it.
Yohji laughed. "I don't have to dance myself to appreciate the music. Maybe I just like watching other people dance," he explained with a smile.
"That's true," the man responded looking more interested in the glasses he was polishing than in the conversation, which was why Yohji did not expect the next statement. "So, how did your dance with Aya go?"
Yohji wondered where this was going. "It went well," he answered all the same.
The bartender brought his eyes to him. "Did it?"
Yohji didn't hide his surprise at being asked that question. "If you must know, the dance did not disappoint."
The man raised an eyebrow at that. "So, why do you look so disappointed then?"
Yohji stared at the bartender for some time and then looked down at his hands on the bar. Truth was, the man was right. Why did he feel so disappointed at Aya saying no?
“He's here on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturday nights. My advice is whenever you come in make sure that Bruno sees you and be nice to him. If you do that, Bruno will take pity on you and let Aya know that you're here. You should try to get another dance from him and ask again. Who knows, maybe you will be lucky enough and Aya will say yes.”
Yohji was shocked beyond a doubt. Just what the hell was going on? How did this guy know that he was wondering if Aya was here? How did he know what Bruno would do? And lastly, how did he know that Aya had said no?
As if reading his mind, the bartender answered. “Don’t ask. Just know that I can see that you're different from all these guys. Just do what I said and you’ll see.” The bartender winked at him and turned to another customer.
Before he had any more time to wonder at the bartender's words, the lights on stage went on and the music stopped. It was two in the morning and Aya was back on stage. Yohji turned around on his bar stool towards the sound of the speaker presenting Aya's next dance. After all, this was the reason why he was here tonight. The bartender's words will just have to wait.
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Ken had come to the club with him tonight and Yohji appreciated the company. Once they entered the club, Ken had gone to order some drinks and Yohji was now making his way to see Mike to schedule another dance with Aya.
It had been two weeks since he had the first dance and Yohji had been coming back to Crave every day he knew Aya would be there and each time, he made sure that Bruno saw him. He always gave Bruno that perfect smile hoping that it would help him get to Aya as the bartender suggested.
Yohji was also hoping that he could get a slot for next Friday night. If Aya was booked and he had to wait two more weeks for another dance, it was going to be torture. His vivid dreams of the redhead were driving him a little mad these days.
As he stood there waiting for Mike to finish his discussion with another patron, he glanced to his left and noticed Bruno standing by the door where the dance rooms were. The man had his usual stance; brows creased, arms folded at his chest and looking like it would take a bulldozer to get past him. As he had been doing for the past few weeks, Yohji gave Bruno a bright smile and a slight nod.
“What will it be tonight?”
Yohji brought his attention back to Mike. “How about another lap dance from Aya?"
The man looked over at his paperwork on the clipboard. "Well, well, well, look what we have here."
Yohji froze for a moment. He was hoping that Mike was not referring to anything that would forbid Yohji from another lap dance. After what he did, he trusted that his privileges had not been revoked.
“Aya has an open slot tonight at ten, someone just cancelled. Do you want that one?”
What kind of question was that? Here he was preparing himself for a swift kick in the ass by Bruno telling him to stay away from Aya and instead he gets a dance slot for tonight. “That would be great,” he said trying not to sound as excited as he felt.
"Oh, wait."
Once again, his blood ran cold as he heard those words from Mike.
"This is a strip lap dance and it's for thirty minutes. It will cost you four hundred bucks."
Relieved once again, Yohji didn't even think twice at the price. "Here you go," he said as he handed Mike his credit card.
After Mike handed him a paper to sign and returned his credit card Yohji walked back to the bar. Ken had already ordered their drinks and was talking to some guy sitting next to him.
“Hey Yohji, this is Omi; Omi this is Yohji.”
Yohji raised an eyebrow as he checked the guy out. He was pretty on the eyes with nice blond hair and bright blue eyes, but was looking a lot like jailbait for Yohji's comfort.
“Omi just turned eighteen and is on his third year of college. Can you believe that?" Ken answered obviously smitten by the young man.
Yohji nodded as he took another look at the blond who was giving him a beautiful smile. This night was going even better than expected. Yohji loved the fact that Ken had met someone he was interested in. Now he didn't have to explain that he was going to be gone for forty-five minutes to an hour getting some dance from a guy. Ken was going to be too busy to even notice he was gone.
"Omi loves to dance, so you might be on your own tonight. Is that ok?"
Can this night get any better? "Don't worry about me and enjoy yourself." He winked at the both of them as he downed one of the shots of Glenlivet that Ken had gotten for him.
Ken smiled as he turned to Omi and before Yohji could say anything more, the brunette leaned in and gave the younger blond a long, hard kiss.
Yohji knew that his shocked face was obvious, but didn't care to hide it. Once the men pulled apart, Omi stood from the stool and pulled Ken to the dance floor. "Nice to meet you, Yohji." Was all he heard as the two men got lost in the mass of bodies on the floor.
Yohji took his second shot and downed it in one gulp. He decided to go ahead and use the restroom since his lap dance would be in less than thirty minutes. As he walked past the cocktail area and down towards the back hall that lead to the restrooms, something caught his eye.
He took a step back and focused his eyes towards the opened door at the end of the hall he had just passed. There was a guy standing in the doorway wearing a pair of boy shorts and working boots. Yohji immediately recognized him as the bartender that always served him.
Yohji could see that someone was holding him by his hips, occasionally grabbing the guy's ass while he was being kissed deeply. Yohji moved to the side making sure that he would not be noticed as he continued to watch the action. He was curious to see if he could make out who it was that was sucking face with the bartender. The hall was poorly lit but there was a light on in the room that the guys were standing in.
Suddenly, the man that was kissing the bartender bumped the door and it opened a bit further. This allowed the light to shine on the men making it possible for Yohji to see a tall, well built, bald guy deeply kissing the bartender. Yohji instantly recognized Bruno and could not believe his eyes.
Now things made more sense. Now he could understand how the bartender knew so much about his dance with Aya. It was obvious that Bruno had told him about it. He leered at having this bit of knowledge. As a PI, he knew how to use information to his advantage and this was definitely good information to have.
He turned around and continued on his way to the restrooms while whistling a random tune that came to mind.
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As he followed Bruno down the hall towards the dance room, a million thoughts were racing through his mind -- about Bruno and the bartender, about his dance with Aya, about his plans to ask Aya out again.
Just as before, Bruno opened the last door and motioned for Yohji to come in. Yohji entered the room and without delay began to walk towards the armchair by the wall, but before he could reach it he was grabbed by his shoulder and spun around.
"Listen to me, asshole. I haven't forgotten what happened last time," Bruno spat as he towered over Yohji. "If you try something funny tonight, I don't care what Aya says. I'm going to kick your ass all the way to the front door. Do you get me?"
Yohji refused for this man to intimidate him. Who the hell did he think he was? Last he checked, Aya was a grown man and capable of making his own decisions. "I got it, back the fuck off."
Bruno just stared him down. "Watch your fucking mouth with me. I don't care about how pretty your smile is. I will bust your face in if you talk like that to me again." After a once over, Bruno walked towards the door and exited the room making sure to slam the door shut for emphasis.
Yohji ran a hand through his hair trying to control his nerves. He be damned if that asshole was going to ruin one of the best nights of his life. He sat down on the chair and took in a few deep breaths. He wanted to make sure that his attitude was perfect for when Aya arrived.
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The entire show that Aya was putting on for Yohji was more than amazing. The redhead had walked in dressed in all black. He wore a black fitted t-shirt, black pants which hugged every curve of his body, black sneakers and even a pair of black gloves. Yohji found that due to his distinct hair, eye and skin coloring black looked incredibly sexy on this man.
After a few seconds of looking into each other's eyes, Aya proceeded to the wall opposite Yohji's chair where he punched a code into the keypad and music began to play.
Aya walked in front of the dance pole and began to move to the music. He smiled thinking of how eager he had been when he received a note from Bo telling him that the blond had scheduled a dance with him tonight.
After seeing the man again, he knew that Bruno's allegation regarding his previous behavior might be true. For weeks, Bruno had mentioned to him that the blond was at the club, but it had been Bo's indication that the blond was interested in him that had intrigued him. Maybe he should listen to Bo and give the man a chance.
Yohji emotions began to overwhelm him. His visceral response to this man was undeniable. Yohji couldn't believe that after all of his years of sleeping around, he would be besotted by this man.
As he continued to watch Aya dance, he found himself trying to figure out how this could have happened. The feelings and emotions were nothing like they had been with Asuka and yet he knew that he had loved her. No, these irrefutable sentiments came from deeper within him and were obviously more than just lust.
So what was it about this man that triggered such desires from Yohji? He knew that one of the things that attracted him to Aya -- other than the man's unique beauty -- was his poise. Although Aya was a dancer, the man showed a strength about him which was sensual, sexy and stunning with every movement of his body.
Yohji had never found himself to be attracted to gay men before, but it was probably because he had concluded that they were all feeble or even frail. Not once had he considered that a man could be as beautiful yet at the same time masculine.
He could not take his eyes away from this man. Aya's hip movements were meant to entice and allure and Yohji wondered what it would be like to have a good bout of wrestling with him. He knew Aya could be his equal in every way and just thinking about seeing Aya all sweaty and straining from their athletic ministrations made Yohji's cock begin to stir.
In Yohji's line of business, physical violence was an expected element of the job, so Yohji was well trained in hand to hand combat. But the hand to hand combat he was thinking about at that moment was making him half hard and it brought a smile to Yohji's face.
After dancing for Yohji for about ten minutes, the strip show began. Facing him, Aya reached for the hem of his t-shirt and began to take it off very slowly. Yohji's eyes took in every inch of uncovered skin that Aya was presenting to him.
Yohji cleared his throat and shifted in his seat as once again the desire to not just touch, but taste this man began to overcome his control.
After dancing for Yohji for a few more moments, Aya turned around and lunged towards the dance pole where he grabbed it while pulling himself up and towards the pole; his arms bent at the elbow. This made his body begin to gyrate around the pole about a foot from the floor.
Yohji leaned in closer. He was immediately enthralled by how Aya’s body continued to rotate around the pole effortlessly, which was aided by the fact that he was using a rotating dance pole which increases the gyration of the dancer. Regardless, the fact that the man could maintain that position spoke of Aya's skills. He had to have been a gymnast as his upper body strength was phenomenal.
Aya shifted his hips to the right while pulling his legs up and over his head as he wrapped his left leg around the pole not once pausing in his spinning. He extended the other leg out and back as well as his arms as he continued his revolving around the pole. His body suspended in a move that you might see in figure skating; except for the fact that the man was two feet from the ground and upside down.
After a few seconds, Aya reached over his head with his right hand and secured his grip on the pole while doing the same with this left hand which was placed at his left hip. He then began to unravel his left leg which secured him to the pole. He slowly stretched his legs out as well as his back which placed him horizontally at the half point on the pole as if he were a human flag.
Yohji just shook his head in amazement and admiration for the man's dexterity. Aya's pole dancing was more a show of the man's potency and masculinity which was not what Yohji had been expecting.
After his last move, Aya had dismounted the pole and danced around it for a few moments most likely to give his arms a break. But just like before, he lunged towards the pole holding the same position that he had begun with. This must be the starting position for all his sections of his dance routine.
After shifting his weight to the right, he once again pulled his legs up and over his head as he wrapped his right leg around the pole and let his body fall backwards as he continued to spin around upside down.
Aya then grabbed a hold of his left leg which had been extended and began to bring it towards his chest. Once he was secured to the pole -- which was trapped between his left thigh and ribcage -- he pulled his other leg towards his chest placing him in the pike position which one would see a diver use as they freefall.
Yohji had seen many women pole dance before, but what he was seeing this man do was extraordinary. Under any other condition, he would have never divulged the fact that he had watched a man pole dancing, but in this situation he felt pride in the artistic demonstration before him.
In his distraction, he missed the detailed movements, but Aya was once again upside down holding on by one leg. His other leg extended behind him. He was also holding on by one arm while the other arm was down as he skimmed the floor with his fingertips -- his gyration never ceasing.
After holding that position for what seemed like a minute, he began to slow down his spinning until he placed the palm of his hand on the floor which stopped his rotation completely. Aya brought his other palm to the floor and proceeded to do a hand stand against the pole.
The blond recognized this move from the very first time he saw Aya dance. With a smile on his face, he watched as the redhead let his right leg down and then his left. But once his right foot touched the ground, he stood up in a wiping motion in order to do a back flip with a twist which made Aya land on his feet facing Yohji.
Without pause, the redhead proceeded to open the fly of his pants very slowly as he stood there staring into Yohji's eyes.
Yohji wanted to maintain eye contact with the younger man, but as the fly began to open his eyes fell to where Aya's hands were.
Aya brought his right hand to his mouth and began to pull his glove off with his teeth. After successfully taking that glove off, he proceeded to do the same with his left hand.
At that moment, Yohji didn't care if the dance had cost him a thousand dollars because it was fucking worth every penny. He rearranged himself on the chair in an attempt to hide his erection which was well visible even in the dim lighting. He didn't remember the last time that he had been this hard.
Obvious to Yohji's distress Aya smiled and brought his hands to the waist of his pants, but instead of taking them off, he merely folded them over his hips in order to give the blond a peek of what was underneath.
For what Yohji could see, Aya was wearing a pair of deep blue low rise mini boxers that stuck to his skin like paint. Yohji hadn't known what to expect from a guy because if Aya had been a girl, he knew that a g-string would be waiting for him.
He found the mini boxers to be a pleasant surprise because if Yohji had his way and found himself in a relationship with Aya, the actuality that the man held some semblance of dignity even while stripping for another man made Yohji feel at ease.
Aya continued to dance for Yohji. He had already toed his sneakers off, but for some reason he found himself stalling. If he had been dancing for any other man, he would have stripped by now. Aware of his internal struggle, he decided to get it over with and hooked his thumbs at the folded waist of his pants. It was then when he heard the blond gasp and Aya brought his eyes to the man's.
The blond was staring back at him and Aya froze while stripping his pants off. The younger man felt heat on his face as he began to blush, so he turned around and gave Yohji his back not understanding what had brought that reaction. He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath and once again, began to push his pants down the rest of the way.
For the first time in four years, Aya felt more than ashamed; he was mortified of what he was doing for money. How could the blond be interested in him? Suddenly, he felt childish for even considering following Bo's advice.
As soon as Aya took his pants off, Yohji zeroed in on the man's ass. Yohji was not an ass man; he loved tits and the bigger, the better. However, he could not take his eyes off this man's ass. Aya was fit, sleek and gorgeous. Yohji licked his lips as he noticed the man's dimples on his lower back and even began to salivate at the curve of Aya's backside.
But after a few moments, Yohji noticed the slight tremor of the man's body. He had been so entranced in admiring the man, he hadn't even noticed that Aya wasn't even dancing.
With obvious concern, he softly called the man's name. "Aya?"
Hearing his name from the blond's lips brought Aya back from his distressed emotions. He slowly turned around to face the man. "I'm sorry. I don't know what took over me. I'll have Mike give you a fifteen minute credit on your next dance."
Yohji knew at that instance that Aya was about to bolt and he was not going to allow that. "Wait, can I just spend the rest of the time with you. You don't need to dance or anything. Can it be like last time?"
Aya was not expecting this response from the blond. Who in the world pays that kind of money to just 'spend time' with someone? "I don't want you to waste your money. I promise, this will not occur next time."
Time was running out and he knew it. He needed to make Aya change his mind and fast. "Aya, please, come sit with me." Yohji wanted Aya to understand the sincerity of his plea. "I won't try anything. I just want to sit with you."
After a few moments of reconsidering, Aya nodded and slowly began to walk towards the blond. Yohji smiled and placed both arms on the armrests. Aya straddled his lap and placed his forehead against Yohji's not wanting to look into the other man's eyes.
Yohji waited a few seconds in silence before asking. "Are you ok, Aya?" After a few more seconds of silence, Aya nodded against Yohji's forehead. "I'm here if you need to talk to someone."
After hearing the blond's offer, Aya pulled back in order to look into the man's eyes. For what he could see, the blond had truly meant that. Maybe Bo was right about this guy.
Just as he had done before, Aya wrapped his arms around the blond's neck which allowed for their bodies to be as close as possible. They were once again temple to temple and Yohji could feel Aya's breath on his ear which was driving him mad. Not being able to wrap his arms around the half naked Aya on his lap, he closed his eyes just enjoying the closeness of the younger man.
“What’s your name?”
Yohji opened his eyes not sure if he had imagined hearing the question. “I'm sorry, what did you say?” He had to make sure. He didn’t want to make another mistake like last time.
“Your name… what is it?” Aya's raspy voice sounded needy and sexy as hell.
Yohji cleared his throat before he could answer. “Yohji. It's Yohji Kudou.”
Once again, Aya brought his eyes to meet Yohji's. “Well, Yohji, I asked you a question. Is there something that you want to ask me?” Aya's heart was thundering in his ribcage. He was scared, but at the same time he felt a pull towards this man which was irrevocable.
Yohji couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Aya was actually initiating a conversation with him. He didn't want to make a fool of himself, but if he was reading Aya right he knew what he needed to ask. “Do you want to come with me and have a cup of coffee, tonight, after work?” Okay, so he was pushing it.
The redhead continued to look into Yohji's eyes for what seem like an eternity. He then brought his attention to the bowl of strawberries which once again sat on a table to Yohji's right. He reached in and took one from the bowl. The younger man returned his eyes to Yohji as he placed the strawberry between his lips and took a bite. Just like before, he offered the rest of the fruit to Yohji who gladly accepted it.
After Yohji ate his half, Aya was going to put his fingers in his mouth to clean them when Yohji grabbed Aya’s wrist. The redhead just stared into Yohji's eyes with a questioning look, so the blond took one of Aya's fingers into his mouth and gently sucked on it. Aya's mouth felt slack and he let out a gasp of surprise. So, Yohji proceeded to take another finger into his mouth and sucked it clean never removing his gaze from Aya.
Once all of Aya's fingers were clean, he let go of Aya's hand and leaned forward placing a very light kiss to the corner of Aya’s mouth. He leaned back on his chair and waited.
Aya opened his eyes not aware that he had closed them. His heart was racing, his thoughts were scrambled in his head and there was a feeling in his stomach that he could not omit. No, the feeling was not in his stomach, it was lower in his groin. His body was reacting to what Yohji was doing and before Aya could catch himself, he leaned towards the blond and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
Yohji fought the urge to deepen that kiss and made sure to remain as still as he possibly could. He wasn't sure why, but he had the impression that in spite of Aya's profession, the man seemed somewhat shy.
In the background, a light tone was heard and the music stopped. Aya licked his lips as he pulled away from Yohji.
Yohji gave the redhead a light smile hoping that he would receive an answer. Instead, Aya left his lap, turned and began to walk towards the door.
Yohji immediately stood from the chair actually shocked that after Aya had prompted for Yohji to ask him out and even gave Yohji a kiss, he was just walking away. He could not believe he was rejected a second time.
Before Aya reached the door, he paused and turned to the blond. “I get off at three. Meet me out back by my car. It’s a white Porsche.” And then he was gone.
Yohji walked towards Bruno with a smug smile on his face. Aya had finally accepted.