Stripping | Konan
Business has died down lately. Missions were slow, and contractually, if they were not on a mission they did not get paid. Unfortunately that meant picking up side jobs. Some of the members with medical skills did experiments. Others picked up bounties. Some worked on various art related things. Everyone’s skill set was different. Everyone had something they were good at.
But with being the right hand to the leader, she couldn’t just up and leave. She couldn’t just choose to do something new for the time being. No. Her day to day life was spent working and keeping tabs on her disabled leader and the bodies he used to run the organization and Ami. But money was tight, life wasn't easy, and sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do.
Walking into the club Konan felt out of place. The normally makeupless face had caked layers on. Smokey eyes that complimented her blue hair that was now worn down compared to her usual bun. It was early in the evening at the gentlemen's club. She felt safer coming in at this time. Time to get used to the atmosphere which was so unlike her norm. Yes, she worked around all men. Yes, she was comfortable in that context. But to willingly take her clothes off in front of strangers… well anyone for that matter… absolutely not. She approaches the front counter nervously.
“Hey. I hear that you need new dancers?” She asks nervously.
The counter girl nods. Name?
Fuck. She can't tell them her name. She's a wanted criminal.
“Yumi.” She blurts out the first name that she could come up with.
“Alright Yumi. You got a stage name?”
“Stage name?” She asks, confused.
“Yeah, what you want the customers to call you.”
“Yumi is fine.” She shrugs nervously.
“Alright Yumi. Follow me and I’ll take you back.”
The girl talks as she shows her around the club. Pointing out the bar, the seedy back rooms for lap dances, a point upstairs shows off the VIP rooms. Without cameras of course. She talks about the rules. Three songs on stage. First one fully clothed. Number two? Top or bottoms off. Third? Everything is off. Full nude. Konan had hoped that she would only have to remove her top. Preferably nothing at all. But she guessed that she chose the wrong club. Full nude it would have to be. Oh and the house fee. She would have to pay that too. 200 ryou for a full night. 50 tip out to the manager. 50 to the DJ . 300 ryou in total. Industry standard she is told.
She is finally led into the dressing room. Lockers line up and down the large room, against three of the walls and two rows in the middle. A mirror lined wall with a counter and some bar chairs sits on the wall adjacent to the door. A few girls mingle about. Thankfully no one she knows. Picking a club outside of her city has worked in her favor.
“Place your shit in a locker. If you don't have a lock I can give you one for tonight. If you come back you will need to bring your own. When you're ready go up those stairs over there and let the DJ know. His name is Haruki. He will put you up after the dancer on stage is done. Got it?”
“Yeah. Got it.”
A lock is handed to her along with an index card with the numbers. Konan walks to one of the walls and opens the locker. She places the small duffle bag she brought with her with some essentials tucked inside in. Stripping out of the outfit she chose to wear here and down to a simple black lace lingerie set, she closes the door and slaps the lock on. Making sure that it is secure. The nerves are starting to get to her as she places a set of heels on. She bought them special. Specific clear platform with plastic straps. She did some research and heard that this brand and style were popular. They made her taller than her normal height. She felt wobbly standing up but quickly gained her bearings.
One of the girls glances at her and smiles sympathetically as she walks out of the dressing room and towards the stairs. She takes them nervously, her legs shaking unused to the height of the heels.
At the top of the stairs she comes across a small booth. A window looks out over the stage centered in the middle of the room. The club is lit up with a dim purple glow and the vibrations of the music can be heard clearly. A seedy looking man sits in the center of the room on a desk chair.
“You the new girl?”
“Yes. Yumi.”
“Good. What do you like to dance to?”
She shrugs unsure of how to answer. She’s never been to one of these establishments. The men of the organization? Yes. But her? Although she did like both women and men, the idea of attending a strip club was something she could not even fathom.
“Alright girl. I’ll throw whatever on them. I think I got a few things that would work with your vibe”
Konan nods again, unsure of what to even say. She’s met some sleazy men before. Fuck it, she works with a few. But this guy just gave her a bad vibe. Carefully, as to not expose her backside which was mostly visible due to the thong that she chose (and now regrets) to wear tonight, she walks down the stairs and exits the back rooms into the main floor of the club.
The club is getting busier now. The smell of smoke in the air from lit cigarettes and cigars. The loud base of the blaring music masking the voices of the mingling dancers and men. How did they even hear each other? She wonders to herself. She finds a small table against the back wall and sits down on one of the high chairs.
The girl that is before her has just gotten onto stage. Time to watch and see what she should be doing. Konan knew she had no real experience. She had purchased a pole to practice on in her room to show off to her lover. But besides a few basic tricks, spins and climbing hangs mostly, she felt incompetent at this moment. She reaches into her wristlet and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. She lights one, takes a long drag and leans back putting a fake seductive look on her face.
The DJ’s voice can be heard over the loudspeaker announcing the girl who is before her. Rain, the ravenette he called her. The woman’s black hair swishes down her back as she over exaggerates her walk so that her “lower assets” sway as she walks onto the stage. So many more curves than Konan’s thin yet built body has. Would the men even like her? She was nothing compared to these women. All curves and seduction. Things she never gave one thought to normally, but now causing her to feel insecure of her own body.
The girl on stage works through her set. Twirling and twisting around the tall pole. She has to be climbing a few stories up before she drops down and catches herself with her legs. Swaying to the music keeping the beat. Spreading her now naked lower region for the men who stand at the rail and throw dollars at her delicate exposed area. She clicks her heels together, an audible loud sound of plastic hitting plastic, and shimmies her butt against the cool wood of the stage floor in response.
Finally her set is over and the woman has a few moments to collect the numerous dollars that have been thrown at her. Konan wasn't really counting but she must have made 50 if not 100 ryou on stage. That would be the house fee. Made in only 9 meager minutes. No wonder Kakuzu always bitched when the boys would come to the club with him. Always complaining about bugging him for more cash which they never paid back. The money here was lucrative. She just had to make it through the night. A whole 8 hour shift at this point. She could do this. The thoughts ran through her head like a pep talk on steroids.
Her name is announced from the loud speaker. Something about “giving it up for the new girl”. The nerves set back in as puts out her cigarette and walks slowly to the stage. Refusing to make eye contact with the men. Only focused on keeping it cool and smooth. Making it up those stairs and onto the stage floor.
She reaches it. It's so much brighter up here. The brass colored metal pole shines under the lights. The floor is scratched from heels against wood. Only the men close to the rail could be seen.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. 6 men in total. Time to keep their attention. She leans her back against the cool metal. The pole placed between her ass cheeks. One heel cocked and an arm casually holding it above her as she listened to the start of the beat. Okay, good. A song she could work with. A song she kind of knew.
She starts small. A few backwards spins and twirls on the static pole. Things she memorized at home. In between slowly and slowly moving a leg up here and there. Spinning around on her heels. Glancing at everyone yet no one at the same time. Song one ends and she notices a few dollars have been thrown on stage. Her confidence boosts a bit.
Song two. Time to take something off. This feels like cheating. Nobody outside of her lover has seen her body like this. But she needs to do this. No compliance in her first stage set means that there is a chance that she won't be able to work through the rest of the night. She did not bring enough to pay for the house fee and tip outs. She had to do this. No choice.
Leaning partially back against the pole, towards the majority of the men, she undoes the clasp on the back of her top and slips it off as if she was about to get into bed with the man who usually captured her affections. Her chest bounces as the black skimpy fabric falls to the floor behind her. The cool air in the room causes her nipples to peak. She fights down a blush as she works with song number two.
She adjusts her routine to the song playing overhead. The girl before started to do floor work at this point so she follows what she saw. Slowly working her way down with a spin onto the floor. Arching her back and moving on the floor as if she was making love to it at points. Trying to convey sexiness yet the whole thing felt awkward to her. Her movements felt jarring. But the men seemed to be appeased. More money is thrown her way. The lustful haze starts to coat their eyes as she continues.
Song two ends, song three has begun. The final frontier. She copies the movements of the woman before and spreads her legs and then clicks her heels as she shimmies out of her bottoms. Kicking them off the heel of her shoe at the end. Then spreading her legs again showing off her pussy for a few men in front of her. She had shaved today in preparation so all was on display clearly. The purple and blue lights of the club lit up her pale skin causing her to glow under the neon.
She moves across the floor and back to the pole. Spinning her naked body around. Climbing up, not as high as the girl before, but to a comfort level for her. She crosses one leg over the other and lets her upper body fall back in trust as she kicks her free leg up to balance herself in an upside down hang. She tosses her hands through her down flowing hair. From her upside down position she sees that there is a good amount of paper littered on the stage. She pushes down the nervous feeling in her throat and continues the routine through the rest of the song.
As the beat ends she crawls on her knees to the money and quickly gathers it. Grabbing her garments as she goes. The men lean against the rail. Some whistled, others beckon her over to talk once she got off stage. She gives them a knowing smile to keep the elusion alive. Finally she slowly stands up and walks off the stage naked with false confidence. Money in one hand. Garments in the other. Slowly, yet as quickly as she could without her embarrassment being seen, she makes her way to the back room to count her prize.
The door is pushed open and the girl who gave her a smile earlier is still at the dressing room counter applying makeup.
“How did your first set go?”
Konan shrugs. “I guess okay.”
“Did you make anything?”
“A little. I haven’t counted yet.”
“Then it's a good night. You made money.”
She gives Konan a smile and nod and goes back to beating her face. Konan sits down and counts. 200 ryou for her first set in total. House fee and payouts are all done in 9 minutes tops.