[Fiction] Original: For Josh - SMUT/YAOI

Title: For Josh
By, Black-Haired Girl

“You’ll never find another gig in this town, kid! You’re nothing but a washed up whore, and nobody would hire you! Sure, you got a great body but there is nothing but nastiness beneath that pretty face. The locals don’t take kindly to wicked people like you!”

Aki shook his head and smiled as he flounced through the double doors of the club, leaving his former manager screaming red-faced behind him. He stepped out onto the open street and smiled up at the brightly illuminated neon that surrounded him. He didn’t need old Dodge. He didn’t need anybody. He hadn’t gotten where he had by relying on anyone else but himself, and he would be damned if he would start now.

Dodge was wrong and he knew it. This city was full of wicked people, and the only way to get by was to have a good ass and a handsome face, both of which he had. That meant he could have anything and anybody he wanted. With a grin he put his hands on his hips and resisted the urge to cackle up at the cloudy sky. He didn’t have a care in the world. He knew he could get another gig in less than an hour. This street was full of clubs and meat markets. All he had to do was pick the one he wanted. Anybody would give their left nut to have him on their itinerary.

And just to prove it to himself he walked across the glowing street to The Pup Stain, his former employer’s rival club. Old Dodge would have croaked if he knew Aki was going there. Carelessly Aki pushed through the door, drifting easily through the smoky club to the bar stationed at the center of the floor. A haggard old woman with a face full of hoops and stud piercing smiled up at him from a glowing blue drink she had been concocting.

“Hello, Matilda.” Aki said with a fiendish wink. “How have you been?”

“Hahaha, you stray cat! Did Old Dodge finally get rid of you?” The woman coughed loudly and spat down on the floor behind the bar. Aki smirked and shook his head.

“I got rid of myself,” he said coolly, letting his eyes slip across the dimly lit club. A skinny young blond was gyrating and prancing around on a stage to his left in front of a pair of older men. “Looks like a slow night,” Aki said, gesturing to the bare barstools and lack of patrons in general.

The older woman scowled as she topped off the blue drink with a cherry before handing it off to a muscular middle-aged man in a practically sheer spandex bottom.

“Yeah things have been slow, my boy.” She assessed him slowly with dark, painted eyes. “Why, if we had a stud like you on our stage things would be different.”

“Hm…” Aki pressed a neon pink painted nail to his lower lip and grinned. “Well, I happen to be available! Besides, it looks like you need all the help you can get.”

He glanced back over to the stage where the blond was teetering clumsily over to the edge to retrieve a single credit from one of the older men.

“Ameteurs,” Aki mumbled to himself.

Matilda quirked a pierced brow at him and then smiled greedily, “will you teach him?”

“What? Now, listen here you old crone. Nobody can be taught what I have.” He jerked a thumb in the direction of the struggling dancer. “That kid should just quit while he has the chance, before he breaks his neck trying to walk in those heels. Did he pick those?”

“Yes, the poor dear. He thought he would get used to them…” Matilda spat on the floor again before turning back to eye Aki slowly, “How much you want?”

“How much do you got?”

“Haha! Prolly not enough to pay you, pussycat.” Matilda cackled like the wicked witch Aki knew her to be. She then reached into her blouse and dug out a small satchel. She opened it, assessed the contents and then tossed it to Aki, who caught it in one hand.

“That is all I have until next week. I have expenses, ya know? You’ll get more if you bring in the crowds you were taking in over there at Old Dodge’s shit hole.”

The credits in the satchel would just have to do. Aki could have bargained for more, after all he was making three times as much with Old Dodge, but he would comply for now. He was too tired and lazy to argue, or to find another club on the strip. His feet were killing him and all he wanted now was a . . .

“Gimme a double shot of vodka,” Aki said with a smile. “You have yourself a new center stage.”

The old woman laughed and poured him a sloppy tumbler full, much more than a double but maybe she was feeling generous. He took the glass and turned to lean on the bar, watching the young blond wrap up his stage performance. It was a sad sight. Only two people in the audience, both of which were disgustingly old and unappealing. Aki wasn’t surprised to see that the boy could hardly pretend to be turned on and into his show; there was no motivation there. The tips the men were tossing on the stage didn’t seem too significant. And, to make matters worse one of the men’s hands were under the table.

“How rude,” Aki murmured over the edge of his glass. He took a swig of the vodka, downing it absently as he stared at the scene before him. The whole situation was ever performer’s worse nightmare. The music was wrong. The lighting was too bright, and the two old geezers were cheap and lewd. He could just sit there and watch the kid flounder, but some sick part of him wanted to be involved in the drama. He finished off his glass, tossed it onto the bar with a loud clatter and stepped lightly across the threadbare carpet to the couple that sat just beside the stage. The boy on the stage caught sight of his approach and nearly tripped over himself.

Aki slid up behind the man who was blatantly stroking himself beneath the table. He could see the glisten of sweat gathering at the base of his neck. Carefully he leaned down behind the man, reached his hand around the old slob’s waist and with a snatch as fast as the strike of a cobra he grabbed the man’s rock hard cock with a tight, forceful grip. The man shrieked in surprise.

“Now… how very ungentlemanly of you to touch your shit while this poor boy tries so hard to please you. Don’t you know that is illegal?” Aki purred into the man’s ear as he stroked the slowly shriveling mass with a rough caress. “Besides, if you’re going to get off it is gonna cost extra. And from the smell of the cheap toilet water you splashed yourself with this morning I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to afford the bill.” He clenched the cock hard and twisted it to the left, causing the man to flinch and cry out in pain. By this time the man seated beside him had stood up. The boy on stage had stopped dancing and was staring down at the scene in slack-jawed surprise.

“Now, get your filthy ass out of here and don’t come back until you can adequately pay for this fine young man’s services…” Aki hissed. He snatched his hand away and wiped it carelessly on the older man’s sleeve. The old man tucked his penis away with fumbling fingers and stood up from his seat. His comrade, the man who had been seated prior in the chair beside him, was glaring angrily at Aki with a deep scowl on his face.

“How dare you, you nasty little slut!” The pervert’s friend yelled over the deep throb of the music. He lunged at Aki with a fisted hand.

Aki heard the boy on the stage yell out in warning as the man swept a sloppy punch over his head. Aki was surprised but all too prepared for the attack. It wouldn’t have been the first time a customer had tried to strike him, and it wouldn’t be the last. He had been at this for years, and he knew how to fight just as well as he could dance. After all, wasn’t a fistfight just a series of choreographed movements in time with the energy of anger?

He saw the fist coming and easily avoided it with a quick sidestep. The man lunged reflexively again, throwing off his center of gravity. Aki led his movements, watching as the fool fell for every cue and lure. Finally, panting, the man paused just enough for Aki to swing into motion. He twisted his body and raised his leg, planting a roundhouse kick to the man’s jaw. The combination of exhaustion, liquor and having a four-inch stiletto boot slam into his face caused the man to stay on the ground.

The bouncers descended on the pervert and his fighting friend, escorting them none too gently to the exit. Aki smoothed out his tank top as he watched them go, inspected his patent leather boot for any scuffs and then looked at the stage. The blond who had been there before had gone.

Aki smiled. He looked over at Matilda, who only shook her head and scowled at him. He knew she had lost two customers who probably hadn’t paid their tabs, but he would make it up to her.

He made his way through the empty tables to the back door of the stage where the dressing rooms were. As he entered the back hall he heard scuffling and the sound of glass being shuffled. He slid quietly through the corridors, following the source of the noise until he came upon a meager little dressing room. The blond dancer from before was sitting in front of a lighted mirror, moving bottles of creams and make-up around on his crooked dressing table. Aki noticed he was trembling.

“Hey, are you all right?” Aki asked loudly, smirking at the sight of the boy jumping in surprise at the sound of his voice. The boy stared up at him through the reflection of the mirror, not turning to face him. He was young, much younger than he had looked on the stage. How old was he? Fifteen? Sixteen? Where had Matilda found someone so young?

“Yeah…I’m fine. Thanks for that.” The boy said quickly, averting his gaze from Aki’s to focus on smearing make-up remover on his eyes.

“No problem. We performers have to stick together.” Aki replied. He looked around the meager little dressing room at the cheap costumes and chintzy shoes piles high beside the door. This boy needed more help than he thought.

The blond looked up from dabbing a cotton swab on his eyelid. “You’re a dancer?”

Aki huffed and gestured to the tight blue sheer tank top stretched taut across his chest. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“I suppose…” the blond murmured.

“The name’s Aki, my stage name is Alley Cat. Who are you?”

“Ben…” the blond said meekly. He reached down into a nearby drawer to retrieve a pair of square, dark rimmed glasses. He slid them over his nose and stood up from the dressing table to turn and address Aki. He stuck out his hand in greeting. “I don’t have a stage name…”

Aki snatched the offered hand and gave it a firm shake. “Well, that will have to change. Everyone has to have a stage name.” He released the hand and smiled. “I’m new here. I used to dance across the street. Let me tell you something from experience, Ben. Never trust a man as a manager. You have it good working here with Matilda. She doesn’t pay shit but she is the biggest fag hag there is. If you get a good hag, you’ll never have to worry about anything.” He looked around the room, found a stool and sat down heavily on it.

“Oh… um, well. I’m not gay.”

Aki looked up from further inspecting his boots and gawked at the meekish, glasses-wearing blond standing before him. If he had something to choke on, he would have.

“Wait a minute. You’re not gay? But you’re a dancer… and for men. You knew this was a gay club when you got hired, didn’t you?”

Ben shifted nervously on his white-socked feet and nodded. “Yeah, but… I needed the money. I didn’t know you had to be gay to work here.”

Aki sighed. “Well, I guess you don’t HAVE to be gay. It is just kind of unusual to see straight boys willing to let it all out for some homos, that’s all.”

Ben nodded and pushed his thick glasses up onto his nose. “Yeah, well gay people don’t bother me. I just really needed a job, and I wasn’t suited to work at the straight club.” Aki watched Ben blush.

“Yeah, I can see what you mean. Women normally go for the thick, muscle types. No matter: you have lots of potential. Those guys seem to really like you. I mean you look like you’re sixteen. You aren’t sixteen, are you?”

Ben blanched at the accusation and shook his head. “No! No, I’m eighteen. I’m just a little young looking I guess. My mom says I have a baby face.”

Aki laughed. “Well, she is right! You can market that look. There are plenty of perverts out there who want a guy like you. They would pay a pretty penny for it legally.”

Ben nodded and began to pull on a pair of ratty jeans over his black thong-styled underwear. “I thought so,” he said, as he got dressed. He tugged a snug fitted t-shirt over his head and jabbed his arms through the armholes, covering his boyish frame. “I thought I would have more than just those two. They are the only ones who ever come to see me dance… but now, I guess I’ll have nothing to give Matilda now.”

Aki watched as the boy shoved his feet into a pair of worn Adidas and began to tie them. He felt bad. Having interrupted his show had cost him his only source of income. How could this kid only have two nasty faggots watching him? He had a nice, slightly muscled body. He looked barely sixteen. He was a natural blond with fair skin and pale blue eyes. Certainly he could make it big out here on the strip. What was holding him back?

And then he remembered the shitty dancing the boy had done. He recalled the poorly choreographed gyrating, the wobbling walking and the awkward music he was listening to. He was naturally cute but he had no skills. He had no sexual prowess or seduction in his person. Now, seeing him out of costume, he looked like nothing more than your average anime nerd.

“Look, kid…” Aki smirked as he draped his arm across the doorway to block Ben’s way. “You have potential. Lots of it, and I want to help you. Forget those creeps, we are gonna make you big. You’ll be raking in big bucks in no time, believe you me.”

He watched as Ben gave him a skeptical glance. The boy was packing his things, and so early in the night. Was he giving up? Aki stomped his booted foot to get the youth’s attention.

“Look! You can’t give up now! You have all night. We’ll get some people in here, and clean up your costume. I’ll give you some pointers and in no time-“

“Look, Mister Aki. I have had a bad day. I really don’t want to dance again tonight. I might just give it up for good, I mean… look at me? Nobody would want to pay to see me iron my socks. I knew this was a stupid idea-“

Aki couldn’t help himself. Before he could stop himself he grabbed the front of Ben’s shirt and pulled him close, glaring down into his face with a stern expression. “Don’t give up! I don’t know your motives. I don’t know why you started this in the first place but you owe it to yourself and your career to take my tips. I can make something out of what I saw tonight. You just need finesse. I can teach that to you.”

Something seemed to be cranking through Ben’s mind. Aki knew he was thinking. He wasn’t sure what of, but he knew it had to do something with his options. He didn’t know the kid’s situation but he assumed he had to be desperate to put himself on stage with two gay pedophiles jacking off at the sight of him.

“I… I’ll take your help, if you will give it.” Ben finally conceded defeat, causing Aki to swell with accomplishment.

“Great. Now, from here on out you have to do everything I tell you, without question. Understand?” He let go of Aki’s shirt and watched as the boy smiled back, nervously.

“Yes. Of course,” he said, with an air of someone who had nothing left to lose.

“Good. Now, take off your clothes. Let’s get you into something uncomfortable…”

By one in the morning Aki knew Ben was ready. He had taught him everything he could in one evening. He had given him all of his secrets, his tips, and his advice… now it was time for Ben to put everything he had to good use. The boy was ready, now all he needed was an audience.

Aki peered out into the club. Only a few patrons were there, and they seemed more interested in the stocky older muscle that was grinding on the catwalk. They didn’t look the type. He had to find perverts, pedophiles and grandpas. He knew just the place to find them.

He stomped across the club, passing the bar along the way.

“Where you off to, kitty cat?” Matilda called out after him. Aki waved his hand over his shoulder.

“I’ll be back. Tell the DJ to prep stage three.”

He burst through the doors and out into the night, following the path he had followed so many times in his youth past the porn shops, through the red light district and down to the south side where a particular message parlor stood between a liquor store and a notorious opium den.
The man at the front door straightened at the sound of Aki’s boots pounding up the sidewalk. Aki stopped in front of the bouncer and smiled up at him.

“Jules! Long time no see,” Aki purred seductively. He inched closer to the enormous man, a tower of muscles and sinew, and smiled. The man was in his thirties, wearing a dress shirt and black slacks. His dark complexion and shoulder length, black wavy hair falling carelessly across his emerald green eyes. Those eyes sparkled with recognition.

“Well if it isn’t Alley Cat,” Jules said quietly. He reached out an arm and curled it around Aki’s waist. “What are you doing all the way down here?”

Aki let his hands slip over Jule’s broad, hard chest. His pinky finger grazed a nipple hidden beneath the fine, crisp cotton of the man’s shirt.

“I’m here to ask you a favor…” Aki murmured quietly, his light brown eyes darting up and down the street as if to make sure nobody could listen in. “I need some men.”

Jules laughed and let his hand slowly drop past Aki’s waist, his strong fingers gently caressing the curve of his ass through his tight leather pants. “Well, how greedy of you.”

“No, you brute. I need some men for show. I have a little boy willing to flaunt his stuff, but I don’t have anyone to watch it.” Aki bat at Jule’s invading hand playfully before gazing up at him with a serious, expectant expression. “Well?”

“Where at?” Jules asked, removing his arm from around Aki’s waist.

“The Pup Stain.” Aki replied. Jules nodded.

“They’ll be there in an hour.”

“Excellent…” Aki said with a clap of his hands.

“You owe me!” Jules bellowed as Aki began to retreat back up the street, heels pounding pavement.

“Tomorrow. I’ll suck your cock tomorrow!” Aki called back happily. He practically skipped back to The Pup Stain, entered the darkened club with a spring in his step, and returned to the back room where Ben sat waiting nervously in front of his mirror, staring at the dark blue and black eyeliner Aki had painted on his face only an hour or so earlier.

“Got an audience on the way. You’ll be fine, trust me. Just do everything I taught you.” Aki said in his most soothing voice, patting Ben reassuringly on the shoulder. Ben shrugged and looked up at Aki through the mirror’s reflection.

“I don’t know if I can. I mean… you know… “

Aki kept his hand planted firmly on the kid’s shoulder. “What do you mean? You’ll be fine, you did fine earlier when we practiced. There is nothing to be nervous about…”

Ben shook his head, his eyes filling with tears.

“Don’t! You’ll fuck up your makeup!” Aki blurted, reflexively grabbing for the tissue box. Ben shook his head again and sniffed loudly.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help but be nervous. I appreciate everything you have done for me, Aki. It is just that I am having a hard time focusing. You are just so attractive and confident. I don’t think I could ever be as successful as you. I don’t think I can live up to your expectation.”

Aki frowned and grabbed the back of Ben’s chair. He roughly turned it around and leaned down to dab at the boys eyes, catching the glistening tears before they tore through his mascara.

“Look, just do your best. You’re a good kid, and you try really hard. You’ll be fine,” Aki said softly. He dropped the tissue down to glide across Ben’s cheek. The blond looked up at him with bright, appreciative eyes.

“Thank you,” Ben sniffed. Aki stared down at him. Never once had he ever been thanked by anyone so honestly. He liked this kid, maybe more than he should have let himself. The kid still hadn’t told him why he had become a dancer but after spending the whole evening with him Aki could only assume he had a dark, personal reason for it. Maybe his mother was dying and he needed the money for her medicine? He could see Ben doing something as noble and stupid as that. He had a good heart, and he was just as pure and innocent as his face revealed.

Aki had never been this close to something so pure. He had never caught such innocent tears.

It was in his nature to smother innocence and steal it for his own, so when he reflexively leaned down to kiss the boy he nearly lost himself. Abruptly he came to a halt just before their lips met and stared in horror at the face before him, disgusted with what he had almost done.

“Aki…?” Ben said, his confusion plainly apparently in his voice.

“Ben, I’m sorry I…” Aki was at a loss for words. He started to pull away but was stopped by a hand that had materialized at the back of his neck. The pressure that appeared there pulled his face once again towards Ben. The blonde’s bright blue eyes were locked onto his face. In place of the sadness and pensiveness was a flicker of confusion and something else… hidden right there, just beneath the surface.

Aki didn’t have a chance to read it.

Ben had pulled their faces together, bringing their lips together in a tangle of hot and moist flesh. Aki nearly moaned. Ben’s mouth, the same narrow little pink lips he had been putting lip gloss on only moments before were now against his. He felt the boy apprehensively exploring his lower lip with his own. The sensation sent a thrilling shockwave through Aki’s body. The innocence and questioning of the kiss was something Aki had never experienced before. He had experience with men. He was notorious as a playboy, but never before had he ever experienced a kiss such as this. Part of him wanted to pin the other boy down to the ground where he could take over and force Ben’s mouth open with his tongue. He would probe deep into the little virgin’s throat and take control and teach him what another man could do for him.

But no. There was something about letting Ben take the reigns that was enthralling. Aki would let him. He kissed Ben back as minimally as he could manage, allowing the blond to make the decision on how far this would go.

Ben seemed to hesitate. Aki stopped moving. Was he going to pull away and end it? He felt Ben’s lips retreat slightly and part as if to speak. Aki tensed. He didn’t want it to end. He felt cheated and slightly angry that this was all he was going to get. He had never had anyone only kiss him without continuing further on to more thorough sexual demands.

Ben was pulling away. Aki wanted to scream in frustration. He opened his mouth to protest but was suddenly surprised by Ben leaning forward again to fill his parted lips with his soft, wet tongue.

Aki groaned. This was quite possibly the hottest thing he had ever experienced. Who would have thought making out with an inexperienced straight boy would be so fulfilling?

He let Ben explore his mouth, sparring the other boy’s tongue with his own. Ben tasted sweet and clean, unlike the smoky acidic mouths of his paid patrons. Their tongues slipped and slid over one another, tangling awkwardly in between their flushed lips. After a few minutes Aki pulled away from the blond and panted, trying to catch his breath. Ben was gasping as well, staring in horror at Aki as realization began to dawn on him.

“I’m sorry Aki. I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive-“

Aki raised his hand to silence him.

“Don’t. Don’t be sorry… this is good. This will make you more comfortable on the stage. We have an hour,” Aki reached down to caress the boy’s lap softly. He wasn’t surprised to feel a firm lump between his legs. “Let me give you confidence.”

Ben’s eyes widened at the proposition. Aki knew it would take him a moment or two to understand what he meant. Rather than wait he decided to show him. He dropped down to his knees on the floor in front of Ben’s chair and with deft, practiced motions began to unbutton his pants.
“W-wait! You… you don’t have to do all that!” Ben stammered, squirming nervously beneath Aki’s prodding touch.

“Trust me. This will help you. I want to do this. I like you, Ben.” Aki smiled and with pale, painted fingers retrieved Ben’s stiffening cock from the soft folds of his boxers. Aki leaned down and breathed a warm, moist breath against it, causing its significant length to twitch. Ben emitted a faint groan and began to grind the soles of his sneakers against the cold cement floor.

Aki took that as consent and dropped his mouth down over the tip of Ben’s shaft, slowly, letting his tongue lap and slide over the underside. His saliva made quick work of lubricating the length of his cock. Carefully he enclosed Ben’s now throbbing member with his lips and swallowed back the small accumulation of precum wetting the head. He took him all the way until the head of his cock touched the back of his throat. Ben’s hips bucked forward at the contact reflexively. Aki couldn’t help but smile at Ben’s eagerness. Slowly he began to lift his head, tightening his lips to form a firm ring around his hardness as he went. His tongue lapped and twitched gently against the underside of his cock, paying special attention to the cluster of veins just below the swollen head. He repeated this, over and over again, quickening his pace gradually until soon he was devouring the blond’s member with fervor while the boy was whining and quivering with impending release.

“I’m… gonna… come…” Ben panted as Aki worked his cock with expertise. Aki paused in mid-suck to yank the remainder of Ben’s pants off, letting them pool at his ankles. Ben groaned as Aki ran a hand up the inside of his thigh, probing his hot, loose balls with gentle caresses before traveling further, past them to his taint. He rubbed his taint gently, forcing his cock deeper into his mouth. Ben shuddered and tensed as Aki’s fingertip glided further back to his tight, puckered asshole.

“N…No…” Ben breathed, though did not put up a resistance. Aki hesitated. He wanted nothing more than to defile the innocence the boy had, but at the same time he treasured it. It would be easy to force his finger up into his ass and pound it knuckle-deep while he let the boy fuck his mouth, but as hot as it would have been he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

No, he wouldn’t do it. He would obey Ben’s request.

Instead he began to message Ben’s balls gently while he continued to suck and swallow on his hard, eager cock. Ben was twisting under his mouth. The salty stickiness of precum began to gather on Aki’s tongue. A small stream of it had escaped his lips to trickle down Ben’s length to his balls, where it met Aki’s messaging fingers.

“C…c…coming….” Ben stammered. Aki quickened his pace and squeezed firmer on Ben’s balls as the boy began to cum. Hot, sticky fluid burst from the head of Ben’s cock, splattering against Aki’s throat. Ben jerked his hips up, slamming his cock reflexively into Aki’s throat. Aki relaxed his mouth and dropped his tongue. He waited until Ben was done and had settled, exhausted, into his seat. Then he slipped his mouth from his cock and swallowed a few times to down the hot, sticky cum. He wiped his mouth with the back of his clean hand and took a few heavy breaths, trying to will the raging hard on in his tight leather pants to go away.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry…” Ben stammered as his lust began to subside. He had begun to realize what he had done. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Aki blinked and looked up at the compassionate blue eyes that stared worryingly down at him. This guy was the real deal, that sort of innocence couldn’t be feigned.

“Heh. Yeah, I’m fine. That was good. You feeling more relaxed?” Aki glanced up at the clock. They had fifteen minutes until the audience would be there and Ben needed to get into costume. He stood up slowly and hoped Ben wouldn’t notice the enormous rock hard outline at his crotch.
“Um.. yes, but.. you didn’t have to-“

“Look don’t worry about it. It was my pleasure,” Aki purred before giving Ben his most reassuring smile. “Now, let’s see about getting you into this.” He held up the costume and smiled.


The word had spread fast on the strip of the young boy Aki “Alley Cat” was turning out, and the club was surprisingly full. Matilda was flitting about behind the bar as happy as a pierced clam. All of the seats around the third stage were full and the tables surrounding that side of the bar were filled with curious onlookers.

Ben was waiting behind the curtain, wringing his hands. Aki looked him over once and smiled. “You look great. Just great. They are going to love this.”

“Are you… sure? I mean, I have never done anything like this before.”

“Trust me. You do trust me, don’t you?” Aki asked, batting his eyelashes at the boy. Ben nodded and looked down at his bare feet.

“But shouldn’t I be wearing shoes?” Ben finally mumbled, wiggling his toes against the cold wood of the stage.

“Nah. You don’t do well in shoes; this will make your movements more natural. You’ll make it to heels eventually. Besides for this costume this is appropriate.” Aki reached down and smacked Ben playfully on his exposed rump.

“Remember everything we practiced. When the music starts, count to ten then come out. I’ll be right in back. You’ll be fine.” And with a bright smile Aki bounded away. He stepped out into the club and made his way to the seat he had reserved in the back, right center to the stage. A few of the patrons looked expectantly his way. Near the right left he spotted Jules. He gave the enormous man a friendly wink. After the thing with Ben earlier Aki was in need of a good fuck, and he would make use of Jules sometimes after the show to help him get rid of the semi he still sported in his pants. The thought of Ben’s little hips grinding up against his mouth sent a cold chill through his loins. He quickly took his seat and crossed his legs.

“Gotta think of something sobering…” Aki muttered to himself. Just then Matilda appeared beside him. Seeing this old woman in a halter-top with no bra was enough to turn anyone off.

“Well, let’s see this magic you’ve done on that poor boy,” Matilda said with a chuckle. She took a seat beside him and motioned for the DJ to start. The lights went low and a few laser effects began to illuminate the ceiling and surrounding area. Slow, smooth music began to play.

“10… 9… 8… 7…”

Aki smiled and watched the patrons lean in and squint up at the stage expectantly.

“6… 5… 4… 3… 2 ... 1.”

The music immediately picked up at the ten mark. Just as practiced a naked leg poked out of the curtain, followed by the scantily clad Ben. He walked confidently up to the front of the stage and began his dance. Aki smiled widely. The effect was extraordinary. The clumsy oaf from before was transformed. No longer was Ben a stereotypical no name stripper. Aki watched as his student worked the stage as Shiba Inu, an innocent and playful and soon to be naked puppy dog.

“Did he just let that man rub his tummy?” Matilda whispered before taking a large gulp from her cup. Aki nodded and smiled triumphantly.

“Yes. Yes he did.”

[Random] Crawling

Crawling, itching, seething,
flourishing on my skin.
I'll do my very best
never to let you in.

[Prompt] For Visual Trigger, LJ- "How To Wash a Jungle Man"

Originally Posted September 2008

Trigger # 10 : How to Wash a Jungle Man
Title: How to Wash a Jungle Man
Author: Black-Haired Girl
Fandom: Tarzan? I suppose...
Warnings: This is pretty retarded.
Word Count: 529

Summary: Does "Bathtub" translate into Gorilla?


How to Wash a Jungle Man


Jane slipped through the narrow doorway into the spacious bathroom and pointed down at the blue-painted bathtub.

“Bathtub…” She said quietly to the jungle man who hesitantly poked his head through the doorway. She watched as he sniffed the air and shifted his weight from one foot to the next, apparently displeased with the cold tile against his calloused, bare feet.

“Ba-“ He began before raising both eyebrows high on his forehead, obviously confused by the strange new word. She smiled kindly and pointed down at the tub again.

“Bathtub.” She repeated patiently. He listened intently as she spoke the word before once again trying to speak it with an unaccustomed tongue.

“Bath… tub.” He murmured curiously. Jane smiled brightly and nodded.

“Yes-yes. Bathtub. You wash here. Wash. Your body?” Her words fell upon deaf ears. She had been working with Tarzan for a little more than a month and though he knew the basics he still didn’t seem to have the grasp of the English language that she had hoped for.

He stared at her for a long moment before nodding his head vigorously. “Bathtub. Bath… tub. Wash.”

“Precisely!” Jane exclaimed, very pleased that he had absorbed at least a few of her words. Now she had to test whether the concept had translated. She was not sure if the jungle man had a gorilla word equivalent for bathing. Did gorillas even bathe? Perhaps not.

“Tarzan… you wash here.” She said slowly, pointing into the tub. “Wash…” She lifted her hands to her torso and began rubbing across her chest, trying to illustrate the act of scrubbing to him. He watched her do this. A smile crossed his rugged, yet surprisingly handsome features.

“Wash…” he grumbled. Then, to Jane’s surprise, he approached her and began rubbing his hands across her chest in large, clumsy circular motions. The sudden groping caused her to squeal in surprise. Frantically she began to bat his hands away, a bright red blush creeping across her cheeks.

“No-no-nonono!” She wailed as she fended off the offending hands. “Oh dear, this isn’t working…” With a dismayed sigh she slumped to a sit on the edge of the bathtub. “There has to be some other way to get you clean…”

Tarzan frowned and stood beside her awkwardly, staring at the top of her head, waiting for further instruction.

“Ah ha! I have an idea!” Jane suddenly exclaimed as she leapt to a stand beside the grungy jungle man. “Come, follow me!”

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“Tarzan no like!” Tarzan yelled in horror as a cold spray of water pelted the back of his matted hair. Jane laughed heartily as she watched the loincloth-clad man crouch low to the ground in attempt to get away.

“Now hold still, you ninny, it will be over in a few minutes!” Jane yelled with a large grin as she pointed the hose at Tarzan’s exposed back. The jungle man howled in protest as he was hosed off. A few neighborhood children had gathered along the white picket fence that surrounded Jane’s father’s yard to watch.

“Now, that is how you wash a jungle man!” Jane exclaimed triumphantly.

[Fanfiction] The Big Drop: Gundam Wing

Originally Published: September 2008

Chapter One: The Big Drop
Gundam Wing
Fluff, Pointlessness
By, Black-Haired Girl

Heero’s First Roller Coaster Experience



Heero shifted nervously from one foot to another. He tapped his finger impatiently on the guardrail that snaked in haphazard twists and turns in the small building where they waited in line. Kids were cheering with excitement behind him and the loud roar of the roller coater rushing overhead as it passed seemed to cause quite a sensation with the young people who waited anxiously for their turn.

“Oh man, this is going to be great!” Duo exclaimed, patting Heero’s shoulder excitedly. “This thing has a 300 foot 90 degree drop! Over 10 consecutive loops, and breaks the Neck Breaker’s record of 80 mph by reaching 85 mph!” The braided boy hopped up and down in glee as he spouted off the ride’s frightening facts.

Heero felt his stomach churn. It could have been that horrid amusement park food he had just eaten… or maybe it was the thought of plummeting to the earth at a 90 degree angle going 85 mph. Perhaps it was a combination of both.

“What’s wrong with you?” Duo chirped, grinning at the Japanese boy. “Ya look tense!” The braided pilot slipped behind Heero, grabbed his shoulders, and then began kneading them clumsily. “Not nervous, are you?”

Heero shrugged Duo away and gave a mute shake of his head. Duo wasn’t convinced.

“The great Heero Yuy, solider of soldiers, superb pilot and assassin, scared of a little ‘ol roller coaster?” The American pilot found great humor in this. He laughed loudly, causing a few teenagers in front of them to turn and watch them. Heero scowled and shot an icy glare at his companion.

“That this is anything but little…” Heero growled. The roller coaster’s car rumbled across the track that flanked the roof of the waiting area, causing the walls to quiver and shake. The sound of a woman screaming bloody murder could be heard amongst the metallic grinding and clanging of the ride.

“Aw come on.” Duo said, his voice attempting to be soothing. “It isn’t that bad. You’ll probably like it. I can’t believe you have never been on a roller coaster before…” The American boy hopped up to sit on one of the guardrails. He pushed his sunglasses up his nose and grinned happily at the Japanese pilot.

Heero’s frown deepened as they neared the loading platform for the roller coaster.

He was practically scowling with contempt when they seated him in the center of the very front row.

He wanted to kill Duo when they began ascending the first huge drop.

“Woo hoo! YEAH! C’mon, Baby!” Duo screamed at the top of his lungs. He was accompanied by a chorus of excited school-aged children who screamed at the top of their lungs in anticipation.

The Japanese boy watched as the world slowly crept behind him and the sky descended upon them closer and closer.

This isn’t fun… what is wrong with these children? He thought angrily to himself, squeezing the handlebars on the large, plastic chest restraint. This is made of steel, not Gundanium. It could collapse at any moment…He pondered the different ways the ride could malfunction, of course not trusting the engineers and mechanics that maintained it.

He didn’t do roller coasters because he liked to be in control.

And somehow Duo had managed to talk him into this situation and there was no going back now. They were nearing the top of their drop. Heero felt like he could practically touch the clouds. A small flock of birds floated past them.

“Here we go!!!” Duo yelled, kicking his feet excitedly. “This is so sweet! Are ya ready Heero!?” The American pilot peered around his own chest restraint to look at Heero, whose blue eyes had tripled in size. Duo gave a reassuring smile and reached a hand over and let it brush against Heero’s white-knuckled grip on the handlebar.

“Wanna hold my hand?” Duo asked, grinning. Heero shot him a bruising glare and began focusing on his breathing.

Slow… deep breaths… Slow, deep breaths… Heero chanted in his head. The car began to creep towards the edge of the drop, the track vanishing beneath them as bent sharply at a 90 degree angle.

It paused and dangled them for a moment, hanging face-down towards the ground below. Then abruptly the car’s brakes released and it began to rush forward. Heero’s hair stood on end and all of his muscles clenched. He grabbed Duo’s hand and held it tightly.

“Waaaahhhoooooooooooo!” Duo screamed from beside him. Heero’s hand gripped Duo’s tightly as they fell, rushing straight down. Right before what felt like a collision with the ground the car snapped upwards again. It bounded over a few humps before darting to the right and spinning through a 20 loop corkscrew.

Heero began to relax. The sensation of spinning and rushing forward at such speeds felt like being in an open mobile suit. A small smile began to transform his face. He loosened his grip on Duo’s hand, but didn’t let go.

“Yeeeaaaahhhhhhhh!” Duo wailed. The kids in the row behind them wailed in unison as they flipped, turned sharply, and spun down the track. The final drop approached. The car slowed and with a clink of chains it began to drag up the final hill.

Breathless, Duo looked over his chest restraint to see if Heero was alive, and was thrilled to see a rare, content smile on the Japanese pilot’s face.

“Having fun?” Duo asked, gently squeezing Heero’s hand. Heero grinned and stared straight ahead. Duo got the hint.

The final drop came and went. Heero enjoyed it much more than the first drop. The car careened up to the loading platform and snapped to a sudden stop. The passengers all departed, laughing and talking excitedly amongst themselves. Heero released Duo’s hand and got up slowly to walk to the exit. Duo skipped along behind him.

“Well? What did you think?” Duo asked. The wind had loosed his braid a little, his hair sticking up in all directions. Heero turned and looked at Duo with a serious expression.

“Again.” Heero said flatly. He grabbed the American boy’s hand and began dragging him towards where the line began. Duo smiled in satisfaction and let the other boy lead.

“Great! I knew you’d like it!” Duo said happily as they took their place in line. He leaned into Heero a little and rested an arm around the Japanese boy’s waist. “But this time try not strangling the life out of my hand, ok?”

Heero gave Duo a glare, which broke into a soft, sincere smile. “Roger that.”

[Prompt] Writing Digest: 20 Line Poem on Annoyance

Originally Published: September 2009

"Write a 20-line rhyming poem about something that really annoys you."

Title: Annoyance
by, Black-Haired Girl

Don't interrupt me, you little prat
you're acting like a spoiled brat.
I don't enjoy scolding you
so listen up and think this through.

You ask for advice but you never take it
then things go wrong and you throw a fit
I told you so, but you just don't listen.
All that advice you've just been missing.

She "broke your heart" or so you said
and I sat quietly and pat your head
and told you exactly what to do
but you did the opposite, didn't you?

The truth is I don't feel bad.
You don't have my pity, I'm not sad.
I vow to never waste another moment
helping you with personal torment.

You are still my friend despite your mistakes
and every time your heart shall break
I will be there to hold your hand
in silence. There I shall stand.

[Prompt] Writing Digest: Monster Under the Bed

Originally Published: September 24, 2009



Title: Monster Under The Bed
By, Black-Haired Girl

"When you were little, you could swear there was a monster under your bed--but no one believed you. On the eve of your 30th birthday, you hear noises coming from under your bed once again. The monster is back and has an important message to deliver to you."



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Sleep has never come easy for me. Ever since I was a little girl I could never fall asleep. There was always something to think about or worry over. What was I going to wear to school tomorrow? Would my teacher tell me to read out loud in class again? What about Richard Paul? He was the cutest boy in the school. Would he finally notice me? What would my report card be this semester? Where are my missing socks? Did Mister Whiskers really run away or was Mom lying to me?

Everything worried me. The distance our planet was from the sun, whether God existed, or did rolliepollie bugs actually hide in your shoe to bite you...

Despite these worrying questions there was always one pressing issue in my childhood.

Was Barry real?

Of course I thought he was but my mother and father were convinced he was a figment of my imagination. It was a great source of frustration. When they would kiss me goodnight I would insist they put their heads under my bed to kiss Barry too. Then would only laugh and say, "darling Barry isn't real. There is no monster under your bed."

Of course the moment they would turn out the light and shut the door I could feel a rough kick to the underside of my mattress, which I knew was a warning for me to quit trying to out him.

There was a monster under my bed. Some nights he was there, and others he was not. Or maybe he was but he was sure quiet about it. Either way, Barry - which I named him for the low baritone grumble he would make on occasion - was real to me.

Real until my 16th birthday, when he stopped existing altogether. On that particular birthday my parents had given me a brand new bed and mattress, an Asian style one that sat on the floor with no space between the floor and frame. Barry had nowhere to live, and so he must have found another place to dwell.

Or so I thought.

The night before my 30th birthday was just like any other. I had gone to work, come home, pet my cat while watching the latest reality TV trash while eating a bowl of the blandest rice mixture I could conjure before lugging myself into the shower and then to bed. I still had trouble sleeping, even now. However my worries were quite different. I had bills to pay, and promotions to seek, and workplace stress that sat atop my head nagging me in and out of my dreams. I was just about to drift into a fitful dream about going to work in my pajamas when something bumped the end of my bed. Assuming it was the cat just leaping onto my feet I merely repositioned, hugged my pillow against my face and sighed.

Another bump jostled my mattress, this one much more forceful than the last.

I pushed myself to a sit and stared dumbly into the darkness at the foot of my bed. There was no cat, and soon I could hear Miss Kitty pawing feebly at my bedroom door. If she was out there, then what was in ... here?

I tugged my legs against my body and stared into the wall of shadow at the foot of my bed. I could see nothing, and just as I began to rationalize that my mind was definitely playing tricks on me I saw something move in the darkness. A darker shadow against the blank black canvas of darkness at the end of my bed. It was small, about the size of a small dog. It shifted to the right, then slowly inched up to the foot of the bed. I grabbed my pillow and heaved it over my head, preparing to beat back the animal that had broken into my room. I was about to strike when an odd, and somewhat familiar sound rose through the quiet.

"Look how big you are now, turtle head."

[Fanfiction] For Fei- Gundam Wing Fanfiction

Title: For Fei
Gundam Wing
General, Romance, YAOI


Part One:

It was difficult enough for Shi-Ran to have made this decision in private, but to announce it to the whole village was a tremendous feat. He watched the faces of the villagers as they shifted from disbelief and shock to horror and anger.

“But surely we have another commodity that we can use to pay the emperor?” One of the elders of the village spoke up from the crowd. His idea was lamented and repeated throughout the throng as others joining up in agreement with his idea. Shi-Ran shook his head and looked up at the sky that had been gradually gathering clouds as the minutes wore on.

“I am afraid there is no other choice. We have no crops due to the raids. The emperor has bestowed upon us a great gift this year. He fed us in our time of need and provided new tools and seeds for this Summer’s harvest. We must repay him. At the time of the agreement he did not outline terms for payment, but it is only honorable to pay him in the new season. If we do not we risk a poor harvest. Our debt must be paid,” he turned his eyes down to meet the disapproving faces that surrounding him. At the back of the crowd he found the most disapproving one of all, his daughter Mei-Ran.

“It pains me more than any of you can imagine. For me it is an ultimate sacrifice, and it is mine alone to make. I am the leader of this village and the debt to the emperor is mine. Mei-Ran will go to the Capital. My daughter will be payment for the kindness our emperor has shown us. The decision is final. She will leave tomorrow morning.”

He watched as Mei-Ran’s face glowed with resentment. She then turned and rushed away from the crowd, vanishing between two mud and straw houses, into the falling dusk.

Chapter One:

“How could he do this to me? No, not just me, to us! We are betrothed, or doesn’t he remember? He can’t give me away. I am spoken for. Why me? I am not even pretty. I have hands rough from work and my face is manlier than yours! Why, there are many pretty girls in the village who would die for the chance to enter the emperor’s court. Why me? Just because I am his daughter?” Mei-Ran paced heatedly across the room, flailing her arms in her frustration. “Why must we pay him anything? It is his duty to take care of us. We provide grain to the palace, so why must we make such a sacrifice? If he had let us starve where would his precious noodles come from? No, I don’t think this is fair. It just isn’t fair!”

Mei-Ran grabbed her cup of tea from the squat little table in the center of the room where her betrothed sat on a cushion, cradling his own cup in silence. She took a long swig, twitched in annoyance and slammed the drab earthenware cup down against the table.

“Well don’t just sit there! Say something! Can’t you ask my father to change his mind? Tell him it would be dishonorable to give away another man’s wife. Tell him you love me and your heart would wither without me here. Fight for me, Wufei! Do something! What say you?”

Chang Wufei was at a loss for words. He looked up at the woman he was soon to marry and sighed. If this turn of events had happened he would be married to her in less than a month at the Spring Festival. It was the moment he had been waiting for all his life. He had been promised to her at birth, and here now with the moment so close unfortunate events were going to tear them apart.

He knew that this fate was worse than death for Mei-Ran. She was a free spirit, wild and outspoken. She wouldn’t stand a chance in the courts of the Emperor. Couldn’t her father see that? Mei-Ran wasn’t suited for being garbed in finery and paraded about. She didn’t know how to cook, or speak in polite dialect, or sew properly. She was crass and loud and messy. She never kept her opinions to herself. She always spoke over him and bossed him around. She would wither away in the confines of such a place. Her spirit would break and she would be nothing but a shell of her former self.

He didn’t want her to go. She and her father were the only family he had for the past seven years. After his parents died her father took him in and they had been together ever since. He loved her. She was all he had and now she was going to be given away to another man.

He couldn’t let this happen. Part of him wanted to grab his sword and confront the village and demand that they take into consideration his feelings and her wants and needs. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs that this was unfair and protest loudly to the Ancestors that things would change. He had the strength to make it change, but he knew it wasn’t right. He knew it was only honorable to go through with her father’s request. The man had provided for him so long he couldn’t go against him, despite what he wanted or what he thought was fair. And as for the emperor, he had given the entire village a second chance at life. When it seemed as if there was no hope he had sent provisions and servants to help the sick and weak. He had fought off the famine and disease that had strangled their village. He deserved repayment for his kindness.

And if this was what Shi-Ran thought was right he could do nothing but comply and support the village Elder’s wishes.


He stared up at Mei-Ran who was glaring down at him with dark eyes, waiting for an answer.

“I…” Wufei paused. He was never much good at words, let alone words against this woman. She was quick witted and harsh, and he knew that what he was about to say would crush her and make her angry. “Your father’s decision is a wise one. It would be dishonorable to go against him. You are the daughter of our leader. Your mother was a noble, and therefore as much as you don’t think yourself worthy you must go as an offering to the emperor. You are the only one worthy to go. I would he honored to have the woman I love serve our Divine Ruler.” He lied.

Mei-Ran’s face turned as red as a pomegranate. Wufei thought she would have cried at his words, but her unrestrained anger overrode any such outburst.

“How could you?” She screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice becoming so shrill it seemed to rip through her throat. “How could you say such a thing? Don’t you love me? How can you think that? Are you as dense and stupid as that to follow something so blatantly wrong so blindly? You are pathetic. You are weak and pathetic. How can I love someone so pathetic as you? You sicken me. You don’t deserve me then if that is how you feel. I will leave tomorrow. I know I can’t stop that but I will leave hating you. At least then I will be satisfied to get away from this place.”

She stormed out of the room, nearly ripping the thin paper of the door as she did. Wufei felt his fingers tremble around the warm teacup in his hands. He was expecting her to react that way but it didn’t make her words any less harsh.

He felt helpless. There was nothing he could do in this situation. To go against Shi-Ran would be dishonorable. He had thought of running away from this place with her. They could escape to the north where the emperor’s hands hardly reached. They could make a life there. He would work fields or do hard labor, anything to make it work. They could marry in the springtime as they had planned for so many years. He could make a family there. He could do it anywhere, and Mei-Ran certainly could handle a hard life. Her life up until now had hardly been easy.

But he couldn’t. He had always lived his life honorably and justly. He knew it was wrong, and that this was what was necessary for the good of the village. He didn’t want to make this sacrifice but he knew it was the right thing to do. He just wished it could have been easier for Mei-Ran. He would do anything to give her a second life, and to free her from the duty she was now required to take.

He looked down into the teacup, catching his own reflection in the dark green tinted water. A small tea leaf floated carelessly against the surface, obscuring one of his eyes in his reflection.

As he stared at the fine lines of his face, the almond shapes of his eyes widened. A peculiar notion began to drift into his mind, parting the chaos he felt to bring him a small beam of hope.

But no, the idea was insane. He couldn’t pull it off. There was no way he could get away with such a ruse. Or could he…?

He would do anything for Mei-Ran. He would do anything to free her from this burden and set her free. He knew that their future and husband and wife was over, there could be no way they could be together. He could accept that, but this idea… it showed promise. The emperor required payment. Shi-Ran wanted to offer a woman of noble blood as payment for the emperor’s kindness.
Perhaps he could make both of these things a reality?

“What if I go in her stead?” Wufei murmured down at his reflection in the cup. As he voiced the idea it sounded even more crazy, but the more his desperate mind thought on it the more powerful the idea sounded. Mei-Ran was right; Wufei had a fair looking face. In the past, with his hair loosely done he had been mistaken for a woman. He had full lips and fine, glossy hair. With a shaking hand he reached back and tugged free the tie that held his hair so tightly back. As he did a cascade of shoulder-length fine, straight black hair fell to either side of his face, framing his high cheekbones and smooth forehead.

The face that stared back at him now was beautiful and alluring, despite the shock and anxiety that glistened blatantly in his eyes.

For a moment hope began to spring to life in his chest. He could pull this off. The idea bounced around in his brain before chanting loudly in his ears.

I can pull this off… she doesn’t have to leave.

The plan began to construct itself in his mind and the more he thought on it the more right it sounded. If he went in Mei-Ran’s place she could stay here and never suffocate in the confines of the palace. Her father’s debt would be repaid.

There were risks to be sure. If Wufei were to be discovered the emperor could punish Shi-Ran for sending a man instead of a woman. But Wufei was confident nobody would find out. He knew a lot about the royal court, though he had never been there. One of his favorite things to do was to read scrolls of personal accounts about life in the palace. The odds of being found out were few. The emperor, if he was anything like his father, could have up to 300 to 3,000 concubines. The odds of Wufei even seeing the emperor for the rest of his life in the palace were slim.

He nodded at his reflection resolutely. This could work. He could go. He would be less of a burden on Shi-Ran. Mei-Ran could certainly marry someone else in time for the Spring Festival, and the debt would be repaid.

It was the only way.