Chapter 1: You Be Killin Em
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On the sleepless streets of Shibuya, in the red light district of Kabukicho, the clock is nearing eleven post meridiem as most of the people go to sleep for the day. But for some people, the fun starts now, the clubs and bars opening hours with patrons filling the streets, this particular club is no exception. At The Whisper they are almost opening their doors to the excited clients dying to see the girls and boys perform.
Backstage is another entirely different scene, the sound of heels clicking on the wooden floor and powder flying through the room. Everyone is busying themselves for the long night ahead of them.
"Come on ladies and gentlemen, we're opening in twenty minutes, look sharp," the owner of the club says as he walks through the numerous tables with mirrors, decorated with lights, with his cane clicking along as he walks.
"Relax Giovanni, we are always on time" the owners favorite girl, a redhead, says with a quiver on her voice, like many girls that end up being a stripper, this one was another sad addiction to the endless list of traumatized girls who could be here by choice but instead are forced to perform, stripped from their free will.
"Yeah you can go back to your office" another bright but less favorite pink haired girl says as she puts lotion on her dark skinned hands.
"I'm here to make sure you don't mess up" the man named Giovanni, who is wearing a mask, sunglasses and a hat that always covers his features warns the performers.
"That's why I'm here, now scram" a distinct male voice speaks, sitting in front of the redhead named Lisa, wrapped in a short, silk wine colored rob with his dark haired part evenly in the front, the woman applies him simple makeup as he sits still and reassures the owner.
"Frisky as ever the whole lot of you" he says in his usual deadpan voice but with a slight irritation in his voice.
"Giovanni, I'll need my thongs fixed!" A spiky white haired man with pierced eyebrows warns his boss, he is one of the favorites of the ladies, with his tall and well built physique, even the straight men have difficulty resisting his moves.
"Leave it there for Pan so he can fix it" Giovanni points to a table with various strings and laces decorating it, equipped with a sewing machine.
“Everyone ready for tonight?” The bouncer that protects the girls and boys inside from some of the treacherous patrons shows himself, with his short white hair and always wearing sunglasses he claps and smiles, entering backstage, seeing if there is anyone who is feeling down.
“It’s the same everyday” the pink haired girl adjusts her stockings and puts her heels on.
“Cold as ever, Hibana” Charon leans on the wall that separates the backstage from the stage.
“How’s your daughter?” The redhead speaks up trying to break up the tense ambiance.
“Only one kind soul in this club, thank you Lisa” the bouncer puts his hands on the redheaded girl who is still applying the makeup to one of her colleagues “she’s doing fine, she’s almost finishing high school” he excitedly tells his friends.
“It’s the same story everyday, Charon,” the man in front of Lisa sighs tiredly.
“Oguro, if you don’t change your demeanor you won’t get any clients” Charon barks.
“Don’t worry about me, they always come” he smirks in a cocky manner “go to Ritsu and tell her I’m thirsty” he waves the bouncer away.
“I’m not your poster boy”
“You can be” and the bouncer finally leaves.
“He’s right you should definitely change your attitude” the spiky haired individual comes to his side as he adjusts his gloves.
“Coming from Mr. Tsun Tsun those words weigh nothing to me, Assault” Oguro calls him by his stage name, no one knows his real name, some other workers here also use pseudo-names, for safety reasons. However assault? Sometimes you have to draw the line.
“You wanna go?” He growls to which Oguro simply waves him off.
“Done” Lisa gives him a small smile as she now packs his brushes.
“Thanks, come I’ll buy you a drink” he gets up and pats his robe from any powder that went on top of him.
“No thanks, go have fun” Oguro gives her a small smile and goes to the bathroom to put on his performance clothes before putting on the robe again. As he dressed himself he can hear the roaring of the crowd as Assault takes the stage, signaling that they have opened their doors, he gets out of the bathroom to check the wall clock and sees he still has time for one drink before his performance. Not caring for appearances he goes to the bar in his silk robe and exposed legs, with some small heels so he doesn't step on any trash that might be there.
“Don’t drink yourself to death” the DJ for the club tells him as he also brings a gin tonic to his music booth, probably to do with the fact that his star is on his day off today, with headphones in his neck and a weird hairstyle that Oguro can only describe as short, straight dark grey hair that is brushed towards the front, with the dark-colored hair at the sides being shaven.
“Don’t you have work to do, Karim?” Oguro snarls back to him. Finally arriving at the bar he speaks to the tall light blue haired girl, one of the best bartenders he’s met in his life and places his order.
“Whiskey, darling” he tells her, not caring for the line in front of him.
“You should remember your manners” she warns him but still works on his drink.
“Oi, oi…” a long black haired individual with an eyepatch over his eye starts as he stubs his cigarette on an ashtray in the counter “who do you think you are?”
“The one who will perform for you horny bastards” he hisses as he leans on the counter and puts his hand on his hips.
“I’m not here for you” he chuckles “but you should stick to the line” he takes his pack and lights another cigar and lights it.
“I don’t need advice from a chimney” Oguro hisses as he grabs his drink and looks behind the individual to see glowing yellow eyes staring at him “but you should be like your friend and mind your business” he points to the man behind the smoker and turns on his heels to leave.
“Cunt, I’m guessing that’s the infamous Oguro” Joker snorts to his companion that he dragged here that simply looks at him.
“I like him,” the man with short black hair and angular, pale yellow eyes with a white slit running through them, laughs.
“Don’t you hate guys like that the most, Kurono?” Joker asks perpexled.
“When I see weaklings do their best to live, it puts a smile on my face” he smirks and returns to whatever conversation they were having before as Joker rolls his own eye.
Oguro returns backstage with a drink in his hand and sits in his small booth as Assault finishes his routine and is coming back to a switch of clothes.
“You're next, make sure you're not wasted” Assault growls at him without even looking at him.
“When have I ever been drunk?” Oguro snorts and gulps down the drink, leaving his throat with a burning feeling, he switches his shoes to black stilettos as he puts on his hat and fur coat.
“Don’t break a leg” Hibana laughs and Lisa smacks the back of her head. As Oguro is about to open the curtain, he looks back at them and winks his eyes before covering his face with a mask.
As the entire club goes dark, he walks to the pole making everyone whisper as they hear his heels on the floor, wondering who the next performer will be. As he palms the metal rod he breathes one final time before the warmth of the burning spotlight turns on, revealing him to the patrons, standing there with a white fur coat that brushes against the floor and a matching white cowboy hat.
He can hear the whispers turning quiet as the music starts and he dances slowly around the pole, carefully and showing a bit of leg before throwing the hot coat off the stage to show his barely covered body as the song picks up, grabbing his cowboy hat as he moves his body to make a wave motion to the pole, raising his arm and swinging it for a few times before throwing the hat to Charon he reveals he is wearing a white mask with gold chains that covers his nose and mouth. Gasps and wow’s fill the room and he smirks in contempt with himself. With only black, form fitting shorts with black and mesh stripes on the side, that have harnesses coming down from his waist down to his legs that wrap around his upper thighs with a black and mesh striped bra. He starts to move his hips a lot more arithmetically now that his body is in full display, slightly muscled from all of the exercise he does, they're barely noticeable but still powerful enough that let him do a lot of stunts, however he still has a mostly fatty stomach and thick thighs that his more special clients love to grab and manhandle as well as him. His tanned skin glistened with a thin sheet of sweat as his hair flowed along his movements. He brings himself down to the floor before returning to standing straight, he twirls around in the pole and finally picks himself up, putting those muscles to good use as he performs all sorts of dancing.
He only hears the sound of music in his ears, a good sign as everyone is still quiet in their seats marvelling at his multiple hours of training and performance. He returns to the ground to strip from his black bra and panties, hooking his fingers in the clothing and slowly slithering out of it as he moves his hips in a circular motion, to reveal even less clothing, with only a gold thong and a bra body chain and panties that loosely hugs his features and now that match his mask perfectly, he can hear the audience audibly gasp as he brings himself down the pole again but he spreads his legs sometimes this time as he bites his lip and brings his hands to travel his body as he rises from the floor.
The music starts to slow down and he picks his body, twirling around it until his knees hit the floor and the music completely stops. He lowers his head as he gains his breath back and the audience erupts in claps, showing how opposite his and Assault’s audience is, during the dark skinned man’s audience everyone howls and screams at him, practically jumping on stage where’s his own is full with silence and then a standing ovation. He stands back again and notices those yellow eyes wide in lust and desire and Oguro takes the chance to wink at the man before returning backstage.
“That was one of the worst performances you've done” Hibana laughs as she goes to the curtain in her leopard print bikini and red whip in hand.
“Still better than what you will do” he gives her a cocky look, if their relationship sounds strange, it's actually not, it’s their own way of being supportive of each other.
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"That was one of the worst performances you've ever done" Oguro rolls his eyes at the comment Hibana makes towards him.
"Better than anything you will ever do" Hibana smiles and almost cracks her whip in front of him.
“Here” Charon returns backstage and gives him back his hat to which Oguro tells him to leave it on his table as he takes the gold chain clothing, if you could call it that, and his mask. Grabbing his next set of clothes for the private auditions.
“You already have one request” to which Oguro snorts.
“Like always” he heads to the bathroom to change.
“Don’t sleep with the client” Giovanni surges from his office and lets his cane crack against the wood.
“Why? Just making some extra for myself, it’s fair” Oguro pouts. If any of them wants a little extra and the client is willing to spend a little extra, they have some special rooms for each of them to have some fun.
"That way you steal all of my clients" Giovanni plainly tells him. He knows what he’s talking about, of course, he doesn't care. Some might call him the black sheep of the The Whisper, the exact opposite of Lisa as the favorite, he’s the gold digger, willing to do almost anything for a price of course, even though he has limits like everyone, if the men pay enough he will perform and please them as they see fit. He isn't stupid and he charges double for what is already expensive and even though the customores always leave completely fullfiled, his crude and emotionless demeanor makes sure they never come back and most likely, the club in general.
"They're not yours" Oguro snorts and completely shuts himself in the bathroom. Putting on a black thong and a black corset with some fake matching black jewels, he attaches thigh high socks to his corset and switches to some less tall black heels so he can walk around more comfortably, wrapping himself in a see through black robe that flows along the floor and has some bell shaped sleeves with feather trimming on the ends, he puts on a peacock feather on his hair just as a final touch. He walks out of the dressing room as Gioavanni threatens to hit him with his cane for taking so long and keeping his clients waiting but he simply scoffs as he dodges the hit.
“Over there, table three” Charon helps him out from the stairs, he holds his hand and points him to the table, as Oguro walks over to the table and notices the smoker from earlier he laughs to himself as he sways his hips slowly from left to right.
“Well, well, well” he arrives at the table and brings his hands to his waist.
“It’s not for me, don’t you think you’ve won” Joker laughs as he takes a drag from the cigarette “this is my friend Kurono, it’s his first time in a club like this, make sure to show him a good time” Joker slings his arm around the yellow eyed man and pats his chest.
“It’s my job to do so” Oguro grabs the hand of his client and takes him with him to the booths. He hears the claps from the crowd and he looks back to see Lisa taking the stage and he scoffs, getting a new client at the same time as the owner’s and crowd's favorite is taking the stage, of course this guy won’t keep his eyes on himself as soon as he sees the redheaded dance but he will still do the job, he will get the money even if he has to drag the guy and get his wallet.
He sits the yellow-eyed man who has been awfully quiet and extremely tense on the black leather couch and pulls the beaded curtains to give them more privacy, as best as those dangly things can.
"There's only one rule" he says as he sits down next to the man who tenses up even more "you can't touch me" he says as he trails his hands over his black buttoned up, gently feeling the man has some sort of muscled build.
"If you do, or try anything funny" Oguro trails his hand to that beautiful jawline and lets his fingers glaze over it before grabbing him cheeks to force him to look at him "Charon will take care of you" he whispers in the man's ear before letting him go and gesture to the bouncer who looks directly at Kurono as a threat.
Oguro now gets up and stands in front of his client, taking the music from Lisa's performance he does his best to keep his clients gorgeous, canary, yellow eyes on himself. He starts by doing some light movements while standing up, slowly opening his robe as he turns his back to the man and slides it off of him and discards it to the side of the couch. He bends down slowly, letting the man get a premium view of his rear, he starts rising slowly then snapping himself back to standing straight, he moves his hips back as his feet follow the movement, he backs his ass up just mere inches above the man's lap who immediately gasps at the action. He twirls again and straddles his client as he grinds on his lap without making contact and only grabbing the knee for support and leverage. He bends his back and puts his palms on the floor, still rotating his hips slowly before in an instance returning to stand face to face with those snake eyes. Blush forms lightly on his cheeks and his breathing slightly rises as he continues to pour everything into the dance, the man, unlike what he thought never once takes his eyes out of him and from what he can see in the dark of the club his pale face looks rather flustered and he smiles teasingly, biting his lip and pushing his hips down to meet the man's.
Kurono gasps when feeling the connection but Oguro keeps going, he knows this type of thing always makes men feel more frisky, this is why they come here. However the way his client reacts to him makes him extremely gleeful, gasping and widening his eyes at his every movement and the way his cock feels so good and ready to start playing around more seriously, he's just about to ask him to join him in his private chambers before the man plants his hands on hips.
"Hey!" Oguro snaps from his day dreaming, they're always scum's, but his client only takes him off of his lap and puts him in the couch before running away to the bathroom, Oguro shows visible confusion to what happened and looks to Charon who just shrugs his shoulders.
"Don't let anyone in, and don't listen, '' Oguro tells him as he makes way to the bathroom. He walks in to see Kurono grabbing the cheap granite counter for his life, breathing heavily. In this light he can see his features much more clearly and he likes what he sees so he does what he's paid to do and walks over to him and snakes his hands around his client's torso.
"C'mon, we were just getting started…" he coos in the man's ear but he only turns around to show the tent in his pants still grabbing the counter and gasping for air.
"I'm sorry, I can't" he puts one hand in front of himself and Oguro sees that it's bandaged, he pushes that thought to the back of his head and leans forward as he takes the hand and brings it to touch his exquisite corset.
"You said I couldn't" Kurono gasps and takes his hand away as if he's burning hot.
"I want you to" he smiles teasingly and leans on the man's chest but he turns around again just making Oguro more confused as to why this guy just can't get his advances.
"I feel like I'm about to burst," Kurono confesses as he looks down at the sink, shutting his eyes tight.
"Want me to help?" He says as blunt as he can as he moves his hands around his client's torso again, this time much lower, undoing the belt buckle and pressing kisses in the shell of the ear and on the neck.
"H-how?" He says with a quivering voice, Oguro furrows his eyebrows and grabs the erection making the man gasp.
"Just relax" he says as he now lowers the boxers and works the man out of his misery. He smiles to himself, he isn't too girthy but definitely long, with a good amount of veins for extra pleasure he would sure love to try this one inside of him. However, he pushes personal pleasures aside and tries to relieve his poor customer of his pain. With one hand rubbing along the shaft, the other takes the balls in his hands and caresses them, the man audibly moans as he rubs the tip and thrusts his hips towards his hand a couple of times before coming undone in his hand.
"Fuck, I'm sorry" he chuckles as the man turns around, dick softening, Oguro pushes him back towards the counter hard and brings his torso and head much closer to those snake eyes, extremely close, so close he can smell the cheap cologne off of him, close enough that it looks like their lips might join and Kurono closes his eyes, but nothing ever comes as he hears some sort of ruffled noise behind him and the heat of the other man disappear.
"What?" He asks teasingly "you did come on my hands" he wipes his hands with paper towels before discarding them in the trash.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" Kurono starts to gain his breath back.
"It's fine" he coos and brings their bodies together once again "but would you rather go somewhere else...more private?" He asks as he brings Kurono arms to his back.
"W-what?" Kurono asks and he is sure he can see the clouds of smoke forming in his skull.
"You know, so we can…" Oguro wiggles his eyebrows.
"I can't afford it" Kurono blunty says "I'm not paid enough for these things."
"Then why are you here?" Oguro asks a little offended as to how someone who can't afford to pay strippers, would come to a strip club.
"My friend, the one eyed guy", he gestures with his finger to his own right eye "he doesn't like I barely get any action" Kurono gestures with his fingers commas and Oguro breaks down laughing.
"What's so funny about that?" Kurono shows even more confusion as Oguro holds his stomach from all the laughter.
"You're so clueless, it's adorable" he looks at him with soft eyes, the first time he's ever looked at someone like this in years.
"Have you ever had sex?" He asks as he sees Kurono look away and battle with his inner thoughts over whether to share that information or not.
"Yes...a few times" he says shyly and when he sees Oguro's face become solem he breaks "three times…" he sighs and Oguro resumes laughing.
"Stop laughing!" Kurono shakes Oguro's shoulders.
"I can't," he says as he wipes a tear from his eye and Kurono pouts.
"Won't you put that thing away?" Oguro reminds him of his softened dick and opened pants, he blushes immensely and turns around to tuck it in and zip his pants up. Oguro is about to make his move again but a knock comes from the door, he opens to see Charon outside.
"C'mon hurry it up, there are five people waiting" he warns him.
"Just a minute" he says as he slams the door in the face of all six people.
"Give me your phone" Oguro asks as he pats around Kurono's pants.
"What? Why?" He raises his arms as he shows confusion to what Oguro is doing. Upon finding it he hands it to his owner to unlock it.
"Here" Kurono scratches his neck and furrows his brows as Oguro types away at his phone.
"Ten minutes" he hands him the phone to see an address and as he puzzles everything together Oguro comes close to him again teasingly as ever, however, this time he actually plants a kiss I'm his cheek before turning in his heels and walking out the door. He stays motionless for a few seconds before the people outside walk inside to relieve themselves and he makes way for them. He runs back to the table his friend has been waiting for.
"I- I have to go" he stutters as he takes his wallet and takes his two hundred yen change for his friend.
"Where are you going?" Joker asks confusedly, "Wait, this doesn't pay for anything at this place!" He sees the scattered change and asks his friend who has run out the front door.
Notes:
I'll say it again, this is most likely going to be extremelly out of character but I just want to have fun with this AU so it's fine
Azazel (Guest) on Chapter 1 Tue 16 Nov 2021 07:41PM UTC
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bamboospring on Chapter 1 Tue 16 Nov 2021 08:33PM UTC
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