Drinks and Dancing 2 (still R-ish)
Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2003 12:40 am
This is an alternate possibility for the stripping scenario. The first one didn?t happen, let us pretend, and instead. . . . something else after the infamous unpleasant conference. Ah. I love going off on tangents. Hohoho
And I still think someone else should write a stripping story of some type. I didn't even approach the whole strip poker thing. Loads of possibilities there.
This one was inspired by you bookworm!
Disclaimer: Same as always. You know the drill. Gundam Wing and all it?s lovely characters especially do not belong to me. ::weep::
Rubbing her temples, Relena watched Duo almost attack Quatre and convince him to go get a drink with him, Wufei, and Trowa. Heero stood by her side, impassive, awaiting instructions. It was his turn to be bodyguard and so far as he was concerned the job didn?t end until Relena was at home and safe. She gave him a little look out of the corner of her eye, but didn?t move or comment. Sometimes it was nice to sit and breathe and pretend she wasn?t at the job, even if she wasn?t alone. In fact being alone had been something that troubled her quite a bit these days. What she would have given just to do something casual like get a drink with the boys.
But she was their leader, their boss. No one thought to ask the boss out. She sighed as she thought this and the loneliness deepened. Heero?s presence had pretty much faded from recognition, since he never spoke to her. It was easy to be alone in his company. Relena was jolted out of her self-pity with a start when the phone rang loudly in her purse.
"Relena Darlian." This line didn?t get used very often, but surely anyone who was calling had a reason.
"Lena! I thought I had heard you say you were getting in early, was I wrong?" Hilde?s voice was so warm and friendly that the gloomy thoughts of a moment ago were banished.
"I?m here."
"Great! Then you can come out with the girls tonight." Hilde?s voice was loud enough to carry in the quiet shuttleport lounge and Heero shook his head as if to veto the proposed activity. Relena bit the corner of her lip.
"I don?t know, Hilde, I mean, I?m sort of tired. . ." Heero gave a thin lipped smile.
"Bah! If I know Duo, he?s out having a good time with a certain friend named Jack Daniels and I?ll be damned if he gets to have all the fun. In fact, tonight we all got together to give you a little surprise so you HAVE to come."
"If you put it that way. . ." Heero?s miniscule smile disappeared.
"I?ll be there to pick you up in 15 minutes then. Shuttleport right?" Relena specified a location and then hung up.
There was a dangerous silence for a moment or two as Relena silently counted in her head. She almost got to four.
"I won?t let you go." Heero rumbled.
"You don?t have a choice. I?m letting you out of your duties for tonight, so go find Duo and the rest and don?t worry. There will be plenty of people around me."
"I don?t like this."
"No one said you had to like it." Relena moved with purpose towards where she had directed Hilde to meet her. Heero kept up easily even when Relena sped up the pace to a near jog.
"What if something happens?"
Relena tossed up her hands and halted, almost causing a high-speed collision with the soldier. She poked a finger into his chest.
"Nothing is going to happen to me. No one cares about assassinating me anymore, unless you still feel the need to take a shot at me." Seeing something like hurt flash across his face she was sorry she had said it, but she needed to have some fun and she wasn?t going to back down. Removing her finger, she gave him a radiant smile. "I?ll call you the second anything happens to me. I have you on speed dial, number 1 remember?"
Hilde pulled up after another moment with Dorothy riding shotgun. Dorothy motioned for her to hurry as Hilde honked the horn. Heero crossed his arms and nodded once as Relena looked at him with innocent clear blue eyes and she gave a little yelp of joy. Waving good-bye to the surly pilot she jumped into the back seat of the sporty car and tried to buckle her seat belt as Hilde sped away.
"I can?t believe you got out of his clutches!" Dorothy laughed.
"He?s not unreasonable some of the time." Relena tried not to feel smug. She was pretty proud of herself as well. A piece of fabric was tossed her way from the passenger seat.
"Put this on." Dorothy looked back to make sure Relena understood.
"Excuse me?"
"You can?t get in to where we?re going in that stuffy old business suit of yours." Hilde said as she hit a red light with a screech of tires. "And I?m sure you can change before we get there."
Relena pulled her seat belt to her side as she examined the dress on her lap. It was small, it looked tight, and it was a deep rust red. Warily she regarded it even as she took off her jacket.
"But my shoes don?t match it, or my purse." The protests were just cursory, as she was already almost out of her shirt now.
"Somehow I don?t think that will matter so much. No one will be looking at you where we?re going." Dorothy?s words, like Hilde?s before, just made Relena feel all the more nervous. "Oh, and lose the bra too, it?s an off the shoulder deal."
By the time they pulled up to their destination, Relena had the dress on and was pulling off her pants. Looking out of the window she saw a sign that proclaimed, among other things, ?ladies only?. A rare dread made her feel a little queasy. Hilde parked the car with a flair that stunt drivers would envy and stepped out into the warm night air.
"Welcome, my hard working friend, to a special night just for us." Hilde was in a halter-top and low waisted dress pants, just as Dorothy was in a miniskirt and blouse. Her suit, now in a puddle on the floor of the back seat would have indeed been out of place, and judging from the other women passing by them, laughable as well. Yet, Relena felt so indecent in her new outfit that she knew she was blushing already.
Dorothy waggled her eyebrows up and down. "I heard about this place a while ago and decided that we were going to go sometime. Boys do stuff like this all the time, so we might as well too." A militant gleam lit Dorothy?s eyes and Relena felt almost like dialing up number 1 on speed dial.
No. She wasn?t going to let herself be intimidated by something like this. Her friends wouldn?t bring her here if she were going to dislike it. Right?
Moving forward with an intent smile, Dorothy walked up to the bouncer and paid the fee for all three of them. Hilde had a hold on Relena?s arm as she led the meeker young woman in ahead of her. Screaming women brandishing money assailed their vision. Music pounded. Muscles flexed. Lights flashed. More women screamed, some laughed. Relena was sure she was going to faint when a blond man in a Preventor uniform walked out onto the runway and began to strip. In her mind a mantra kept telling her that he couldn?t actually be in the Preventors, but the suggestion was there now and she knew the next time she saw Wufei she could not look him in the eye.
"The floor isn?t going to entertain you, Lena." Hilde almost yelled, but then she had to so she could be heard over the din. Dorothy had already disappeared into the crowd. "Want a drink?"
Bar. Yes. Then she wouldn?t have to look over at the half naked men showing off and getting dollars stuffed in their underwear. It wasn?t that she was prudish or really that shocked, but to be subjected to all this when her normal life was spent around clinically detached men in suits was a startling switch. Maybe more warning would have helped. Alcohol gave her a goal to focus on until she could process this better. Hilde handed her a drink with a little umbrella in it and some fruit. It was a ghastly shade of blue.
"What am I drinking?" Relena yelled.
"Does it matter? It?s on Dorothy and me tonight, just relax. I?ll be right over there." Hilde motioned towards the stage. A suspiciously familiar blond head grabbed a sparsely dressed policeman and stole his hat while stuffing something down his pants at the same time. Relena wondered if she would give back the hat. Probably not. In the flash of attention she had devoted to the scene, Hilde had disappeared. Relena sat down at a table towards the back and sipped her fruity tasting drink.
It was the same for another hour or two, with men coming out in a steady stream, taking off their clothes and retreating for the next one or two to take his place. As her abject embarrassment eased she started to compare each man silently in her mind to the men she knew: the Gundam pilots. One man seemed to have Wufei?s arms, another Trowa?s legs; but no man had anything that she could compare to anything of Heero?s. Part of the problem was that she had not seen his body since she was 15 and he was in his spandex and tank top days (which had left little to the imagination). That was a while ago. Nearly a decade ago. Time really passed so quickly.
She took a sip of the blue drink that had gotten a lot tastier now that she was on her third one. Hilde, face flushed, and Dorothy, a policeman?s hat at a jaunty angle on her head, came over to her table. They sat down and Hilde gave Relena a particularly evil smile.
"We noticed that you?ve barricaded yourself behind your drink." Hilde fiddled with a discarded mini-umbrella.
"So we decided, if you won?t go to the men, we?ll bring the men to you." Dorothy?s smile was less evil and more sinister, Relena decided to herself. "They do private shows here, you know." As this information was slowly absorbed and processed by Relena?s muzzy mind, Dorothy made a motion and two large men came over to escort the slightly buzzed and slowly panicking Relena to a door to the side of the stage. It led to a hallway with a lot of doors. About halfway down they opened a door and led Relena in to a place that was full of mirrors and lights but only had a couple chairs.
"He?ll be in after a moment, miss." Said one man and closed the door.
Alone, in the room, sans drink, Relena felt suddenly very sober and somewhat ready to dial up Heero again. Besides the knee jerk response to get out, she tried to calm herself consciously. Maybe this wasn?t all bad. Part of what made out there so horrifying was all the women screaming, but in here she wouldn?t have to deal with that. The muted roar from outside seemed to be far away. She should keep an open mind. Maybe this man was very talented at what he did and she would actually find him sexy, unlike the rest of the men out there. They got an A for effort, but not for much else in her estimation. She looked up at the lights on the ceiling and found they were rotating. Maybe she was less sober than she thought. What was in those drinks?
The door opened and closed. When she looked down her vision was filled with black. Zorro, or some fetish-like equivalent, regarded her intensely. Lots of tight black leather: pants, sleeveless shirt. Then of course there was the cape, mask, hat, and sword. Dark blue eyes narrowed behind the mask. Relena?s mouth went dry. Yes, she could find this man sexy. He just stood there scowling and Relena?s mind tried to focus on why that seemed so familiar. She started to get really confused.
"Er. Am I supposed to do something first?" She looked over and saw the stereo. Maybe that was it. "I guess I have to choose the song?" There were a couple of CDs, and she just slipped one in, assuming it would all be pretty standard dance music. She was correct. The figure persisted in merely tracking her movements and not really making any motions otherwise.
Relena started to get annoyed. "Look, I didn?t ask for this, but I know that my friends paid lord knows how much money so if you won?t dance then I?ll go talk to the manager and get someone else. . ." The figure shook his head hastily. Something like defeat or despair reflected in those impassive eyes for a second and then he climbed up onto the small stage. He looked unsure of what to do.
"Is this your first time?" He nodded. "Mine to. Here, I mean, because I never even knew this place existed until a few hours ago. You might say I?m like a virgin, you too I guess!" Relena laughed at her own joke as Zorro lost some color in his face. "Don?t worry, I won?t laugh at you." Zorro tried an experimental wiggle of the hips and then started to climb down from the stage.
"Don?t just give up!" Relena walked over and put her hand on his arm. "Just think of what the other guys do, and I?m sure you?ll get into the swing of it." Her smile was so friendly, and her hand moved up his arm a little before she caught herself and backed away. Zorro got back on the stage hesitantly.
He tossed his hat to the side first thing and his unruly chocolate hair sprang free. Relena sighed. She had a brief flare of desire to run her hands through that hair, but stifled it as soon as she realized what she was thinking. The man moved sinuously, unzipping his top down the front. Once the shirt came off with a swaying movement of the shoulders, Relena found she had to close her mouth for it had dropped open. The other men had been almost overly muscled, like they had spent many hours in a gym, but this man was more lean with muscles that pulled under the skin with no excess or showy flexing.
Whatever Hilde and Dorothy had paid, he was worth it.
In just a mask and pants, Zorro looked unsure as his jaw tightened and released. Relena made more comments of encouragement, telling him he was doing VERY well for his first time. He continued to dance, and after a moment Relena swore she had seen moves like that earlier this evening. In fact, it was very like several of the men she had seen even as she noted how he was trying to avoid taking off anything else. But she wasn?t going to be that easy on him.
"Take it off!" She heard herself call. As soon as it left her mouth she wasn?t sure which one of them was more startled. After a pause in his movement, the man fiddled with some straps at the sides of his legs and pulled off the pants with a flourish. Snaps and straps, Relena saw, and admired how they could get such specially tailored clothes for such activities. But the thought was only background noise as her hormones took almost all her extra energy at the sight of this muscular, lean, unbelievably sexy man in nothing more than what looked like a black satin speedo and a mask.
For the first time that night she wondered if stuffing money into the side strap would be impolite of her, even as she half rose from her seat to do it only to begin to fall forward as her ankle twisted to the side.
The man was faster than anyone she had ever seen as he dove to catch her. An hour ago, when she was just starting her second blue drink, she would have immediately jumped away from him after landing on his virile and nearly naked form, but as it was she just started to laugh at herself.
"I?m so sorry. I don?t know what came over me. This must be a pretty strange first time for you."
"You have no idea." The man said in a familiar gravelly voice.
Facts realigned themselves in her mind. Lean atypical body, messy brown hair, blue eyes she could get lost in, and of course that voice that could turn her knees to jelly: Heero.
"Heero?" The end of her thought process vocalized itself. She tore at the mask as he flinched and soon enough she directly confirmed what she suspected. "What are you doing here?"
"My job." He gave her a lopsided smile. "I hope I get overtime for this."
Horror at herself as well as vague anger at him surfaced in her still loopy mind. She tried to push herself up but couldn?t get enough purchase with her sweaty palms and ended up falling on his chest again. She tried again and managed to sit up, even if she was straddling him.
"I can?t believe you would do something like this!"
"I can?t believe YOU would do something like this." He responded, mysteriously choosing to not make eye contact.
"It was Hilde and Dorothy?s idea!" She threw at him in self-defense. "I would never have chosen this for myself!" Mortified. That was a good word for how she felt right now. The dance music continued to fill the room in lieu of her shouts. Hands gripped her waist and lifted her up a bit, and she took the clue and stood up, pulling her dress down to once again cover her thighs. Heero turned away from her and went to turn off the music. He stayed turned away.
"You must hate me now." Relena said quietly as the dull roar from the front room became audible again in the silence.
"I don?t hate you." He stayed turned away from her.
"It was stupid to go along with this." She walked up and touched his shoulder; he twitched. "I?m sorry Heero." She tried to turn him around but he shrugged her away. "Please accept my apology Heero." He shrugged her hand away again.
"I accept it. Now go away."
"It sounds like you?re angry at me. Really, I never wanted to. ."
"Listen, I?m not angry at you. Just leave."
"I?m not going to -- " Relena stopped in mid sentence as she sidestepped to try to get in front of him. That tight underwear really didn?t hide much, did they? Why he didn?t want to face her became apparent at a glance. Heero now did look cranky. "oh." Relena said in a small voice.
Whether it was the blue drinks, the heat, or Heero in general, Relena decided it was time to take a leap. A chance like this had to be taken. She?d never get another one like it.
"Well, it?s only fair to even things up. This room is secure?" With a confused look, Heero nodded. Then quickly his eyes widened as large as saucers as Relena pulled her dress over her head. "There. Now we?re both in our underwear. Hehe. I?ve got white ones and you?ve got black ones. It?s a nice contrast." The bulge in Heero?s underwear grew.
Relena took another step next to him and placed a hand on his chest, running a nail up and down and delighting in the way his nipples hardened, mimicking what her own had done a second ago. A low growl surfaced above the hum from outside and Relena figured out it was coming from Heero. Like revving a motor. So much power, and she had had it between her thighs just a moment ago. She wanted it there again.
"Yes, Heero." As if the growl had been a question. Probably it was more of a warning. She leaned in next to his ear. "I?m saying yes."
"I don?t think I would have survived a no." His eyes burned into hers as his lips sought hers, and then her neck, sucking so hard she would be sure to have marks there in a moment or two. The force of his lust was exciting and new compared to his mask of indifference at all other times. Relena moved her hips to meet his erection and the friction caused Heero to flex his grip on her arms.
A shred of doubt gave Relena pause. She pulled back until Heero finally noticed and relinquished his hold a bit to meet her eyes.
"Are you sure you want this Heero? You know what I want from you." This was not going to be a one night thing. He had to give her some sign of commitment or else she would stop this, no matter how good it felt.
"I?ve wanted this for a long time, all of it. There just didn?t seem to be the right. . ."
"Opportunity." Relena finished for him. She knew what he meant. That?s all she needed. She trusted him and his intentions. This time she initiated the kiss and rotated her tongue in a lazy way that caused Heero to thrust at her, obviously wanting to try out something similar himself.
Based on her calculations, they had 45 minutes or so before anyone was expecting either of them to leave the room. Not enough time, but surely long enough to have at least a little fun.
*
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"Listen," the manager said with an irritated twang to his low tone. "None of my boys are in there, but the door is still locked and your friend is the last registered person to enter. We have to do this. She could be trapped or hurt, and you still have to pay for the repairs to the door."
"This is silly. I?m sure Relena left an hour ago, right when her time ended." Hilde was ready to go home and frankly very concerned about Relena. Dorothy looked more bored than concerned.
"I bet she just fell asleep after all those drinks and the guy left to let her sleep it off." Examining her nails, she decided to instead take out a small comb and brush her hair into a semblance of order again.
The door swung open after the lock broke and the sight that greeted them caused Hilde to do a double take and Dorothy to start laughing. Heero, mask on his face, cradled a sleeping Relena in the crook of his left arm who was naked but for a black felt hat, and a black vest draped over her. Heero pulled the sword nearby out of its sheath and threw it at the door where it stuck and wobbled not but a couple inches from the face of the manager.
"Later. I?ll take her home." Hilde nodded while Dorothy doubled over in laughter in the hallway. The manager closed the door with a stunned and fearful look frozen on his face. Hilde shoved some money at him and a smile reappeared as if by magic.
"You saw nothing. And we are renting that room for the next five hours." Hilde looked down. "Get up Dorothy, I?m ready to go get some sleep."
"Ohohoho. I want the sort of sleep Relena had." Dorothy followed Hilde out of the hallway. "I bet the boys are back from their own adventure after all, maybe I should give Quatre a call."
And I still think someone else should write a stripping story of some type. I didn't even approach the whole strip poker thing. Loads of possibilities there.
This one was inspired by you bookworm!
Disclaimer: Same as always. You know the drill. Gundam Wing and all it?s lovely characters especially do not belong to me. ::weep::
Rubbing her temples, Relena watched Duo almost attack Quatre and convince him to go get a drink with him, Wufei, and Trowa. Heero stood by her side, impassive, awaiting instructions. It was his turn to be bodyguard and so far as he was concerned the job didn?t end until Relena was at home and safe. She gave him a little look out of the corner of her eye, but didn?t move or comment. Sometimes it was nice to sit and breathe and pretend she wasn?t at the job, even if she wasn?t alone. In fact being alone had been something that troubled her quite a bit these days. What she would have given just to do something casual like get a drink with the boys.
But she was their leader, their boss. No one thought to ask the boss out. She sighed as she thought this and the loneliness deepened. Heero?s presence had pretty much faded from recognition, since he never spoke to her. It was easy to be alone in his company. Relena was jolted out of her self-pity with a start when the phone rang loudly in her purse.
"Relena Darlian." This line didn?t get used very often, but surely anyone who was calling had a reason.
"Lena! I thought I had heard you say you were getting in early, was I wrong?" Hilde?s voice was so warm and friendly that the gloomy thoughts of a moment ago were banished.
"I?m here."
"Great! Then you can come out with the girls tonight." Hilde?s voice was loud enough to carry in the quiet shuttleport lounge and Heero shook his head as if to veto the proposed activity. Relena bit the corner of her lip.
"I don?t know, Hilde, I mean, I?m sort of tired. . ." Heero gave a thin lipped smile.
"Bah! If I know Duo, he?s out having a good time with a certain friend named Jack Daniels and I?ll be damned if he gets to have all the fun. In fact, tonight we all got together to give you a little surprise so you HAVE to come."
"If you put it that way. . ." Heero?s miniscule smile disappeared.
"I?ll be there to pick you up in 15 minutes then. Shuttleport right?" Relena specified a location and then hung up.
There was a dangerous silence for a moment or two as Relena silently counted in her head. She almost got to four.
"I won?t let you go." Heero rumbled.
"You don?t have a choice. I?m letting you out of your duties for tonight, so go find Duo and the rest and don?t worry. There will be plenty of people around me."
"I don?t like this."
"No one said you had to like it." Relena moved with purpose towards where she had directed Hilde to meet her. Heero kept up easily even when Relena sped up the pace to a near jog.
"What if something happens?"
Relena tossed up her hands and halted, almost causing a high-speed collision with the soldier. She poked a finger into his chest.
"Nothing is going to happen to me. No one cares about assassinating me anymore, unless you still feel the need to take a shot at me." Seeing something like hurt flash across his face she was sorry she had said it, but she needed to have some fun and she wasn?t going to back down. Removing her finger, she gave him a radiant smile. "I?ll call you the second anything happens to me. I have you on speed dial, number 1 remember?"
Hilde pulled up after another moment with Dorothy riding shotgun. Dorothy motioned for her to hurry as Hilde honked the horn. Heero crossed his arms and nodded once as Relena looked at him with innocent clear blue eyes and she gave a little yelp of joy. Waving good-bye to the surly pilot she jumped into the back seat of the sporty car and tried to buckle her seat belt as Hilde sped away.
"I can?t believe you got out of his clutches!" Dorothy laughed.
"He?s not unreasonable some of the time." Relena tried not to feel smug. She was pretty proud of herself as well. A piece of fabric was tossed her way from the passenger seat.
"Put this on." Dorothy looked back to make sure Relena understood.
"Excuse me?"
"You can?t get in to where we?re going in that stuffy old business suit of yours." Hilde said as she hit a red light with a screech of tires. "And I?m sure you can change before we get there."
Relena pulled her seat belt to her side as she examined the dress on her lap. It was small, it looked tight, and it was a deep rust red. Warily she regarded it even as she took off her jacket.
"But my shoes don?t match it, or my purse." The protests were just cursory, as she was already almost out of her shirt now.
"Somehow I don?t think that will matter so much. No one will be looking at you where we?re going." Dorothy?s words, like Hilde?s before, just made Relena feel all the more nervous. "Oh, and lose the bra too, it?s an off the shoulder deal."
By the time they pulled up to their destination, Relena had the dress on and was pulling off her pants. Looking out of the window she saw a sign that proclaimed, among other things, ?ladies only?. A rare dread made her feel a little queasy. Hilde parked the car with a flair that stunt drivers would envy and stepped out into the warm night air.
"Welcome, my hard working friend, to a special night just for us." Hilde was in a halter-top and low waisted dress pants, just as Dorothy was in a miniskirt and blouse. Her suit, now in a puddle on the floor of the back seat would have indeed been out of place, and judging from the other women passing by them, laughable as well. Yet, Relena felt so indecent in her new outfit that she knew she was blushing already.
Dorothy waggled her eyebrows up and down. "I heard about this place a while ago and decided that we were going to go sometime. Boys do stuff like this all the time, so we might as well too." A militant gleam lit Dorothy?s eyes and Relena felt almost like dialing up number 1 on speed dial.
No. She wasn?t going to let herself be intimidated by something like this. Her friends wouldn?t bring her here if she were going to dislike it. Right?
Moving forward with an intent smile, Dorothy walked up to the bouncer and paid the fee for all three of them. Hilde had a hold on Relena?s arm as she led the meeker young woman in ahead of her. Screaming women brandishing money assailed their vision. Music pounded. Muscles flexed. Lights flashed. More women screamed, some laughed. Relena was sure she was going to faint when a blond man in a Preventor uniform walked out onto the runway and began to strip. In her mind a mantra kept telling her that he couldn?t actually be in the Preventors, but the suggestion was there now and she knew the next time she saw Wufei she could not look him in the eye.
"The floor isn?t going to entertain you, Lena." Hilde almost yelled, but then she had to so she could be heard over the din. Dorothy had already disappeared into the crowd. "Want a drink?"
Bar. Yes. Then she wouldn?t have to look over at the half naked men showing off and getting dollars stuffed in their underwear. It wasn?t that she was prudish or really that shocked, but to be subjected to all this when her normal life was spent around clinically detached men in suits was a startling switch. Maybe more warning would have helped. Alcohol gave her a goal to focus on until she could process this better. Hilde handed her a drink with a little umbrella in it and some fruit. It was a ghastly shade of blue.
"What am I drinking?" Relena yelled.
"Does it matter? It?s on Dorothy and me tonight, just relax. I?ll be right over there." Hilde motioned towards the stage. A suspiciously familiar blond head grabbed a sparsely dressed policeman and stole his hat while stuffing something down his pants at the same time. Relena wondered if she would give back the hat. Probably not. In the flash of attention she had devoted to the scene, Hilde had disappeared. Relena sat down at a table towards the back and sipped her fruity tasting drink.
It was the same for another hour or two, with men coming out in a steady stream, taking off their clothes and retreating for the next one or two to take his place. As her abject embarrassment eased she started to compare each man silently in her mind to the men she knew: the Gundam pilots. One man seemed to have Wufei?s arms, another Trowa?s legs; but no man had anything that she could compare to anything of Heero?s. Part of the problem was that she had not seen his body since she was 15 and he was in his spandex and tank top days (which had left little to the imagination). That was a while ago. Nearly a decade ago. Time really passed so quickly.
She took a sip of the blue drink that had gotten a lot tastier now that she was on her third one. Hilde, face flushed, and Dorothy, a policeman?s hat at a jaunty angle on her head, came over to her table. They sat down and Hilde gave Relena a particularly evil smile.
"We noticed that you?ve barricaded yourself behind your drink." Hilde fiddled with a discarded mini-umbrella.
"So we decided, if you won?t go to the men, we?ll bring the men to you." Dorothy?s smile was less evil and more sinister, Relena decided to herself. "They do private shows here, you know." As this information was slowly absorbed and processed by Relena?s muzzy mind, Dorothy made a motion and two large men came over to escort the slightly buzzed and slowly panicking Relena to a door to the side of the stage. It led to a hallway with a lot of doors. About halfway down they opened a door and led Relena in to a place that was full of mirrors and lights but only had a couple chairs.
"He?ll be in after a moment, miss." Said one man and closed the door.
Alone, in the room, sans drink, Relena felt suddenly very sober and somewhat ready to dial up Heero again. Besides the knee jerk response to get out, she tried to calm herself consciously. Maybe this wasn?t all bad. Part of what made out there so horrifying was all the women screaming, but in here she wouldn?t have to deal with that. The muted roar from outside seemed to be far away. She should keep an open mind. Maybe this man was very talented at what he did and she would actually find him sexy, unlike the rest of the men out there. They got an A for effort, but not for much else in her estimation. She looked up at the lights on the ceiling and found they were rotating. Maybe she was less sober than she thought. What was in those drinks?
The door opened and closed. When she looked down her vision was filled with black. Zorro, or some fetish-like equivalent, regarded her intensely. Lots of tight black leather: pants, sleeveless shirt. Then of course there was the cape, mask, hat, and sword. Dark blue eyes narrowed behind the mask. Relena?s mouth went dry. Yes, she could find this man sexy. He just stood there scowling and Relena?s mind tried to focus on why that seemed so familiar. She started to get really confused.
"Er. Am I supposed to do something first?" She looked over and saw the stereo. Maybe that was it. "I guess I have to choose the song?" There were a couple of CDs, and she just slipped one in, assuming it would all be pretty standard dance music. She was correct. The figure persisted in merely tracking her movements and not really making any motions otherwise.
Relena started to get annoyed. "Look, I didn?t ask for this, but I know that my friends paid lord knows how much money so if you won?t dance then I?ll go talk to the manager and get someone else. . ." The figure shook his head hastily. Something like defeat or despair reflected in those impassive eyes for a second and then he climbed up onto the small stage. He looked unsure of what to do.
"Is this your first time?" He nodded. "Mine to. Here, I mean, because I never even knew this place existed until a few hours ago. You might say I?m like a virgin, you too I guess!" Relena laughed at her own joke as Zorro lost some color in his face. "Don?t worry, I won?t laugh at you." Zorro tried an experimental wiggle of the hips and then started to climb down from the stage.
"Don?t just give up!" Relena walked over and put her hand on his arm. "Just think of what the other guys do, and I?m sure you?ll get into the swing of it." Her smile was so friendly, and her hand moved up his arm a little before she caught herself and backed away. Zorro got back on the stage hesitantly.
He tossed his hat to the side first thing and his unruly chocolate hair sprang free. Relena sighed. She had a brief flare of desire to run her hands through that hair, but stifled it as soon as she realized what she was thinking. The man moved sinuously, unzipping his top down the front. Once the shirt came off with a swaying movement of the shoulders, Relena found she had to close her mouth for it had dropped open. The other men had been almost overly muscled, like they had spent many hours in a gym, but this man was more lean with muscles that pulled under the skin with no excess or showy flexing.
Whatever Hilde and Dorothy had paid, he was worth it.
In just a mask and pants, Zorro looked unsure as his jaw tightened and released. Relena made more comments of encouragement, telling him he was doing VERY well for his first time. He continued to dance, and after a moment Relena swore she had seen moves like that earlier this evening. In fact, it was very like several of the men she had seen even as she noted how he was trying to avoid taking off anything else. But she wasn?t going to be that easy on him.
"Take it off!" She heard herself call. As soon as it left her mouth she wasn?t sure which one of them was more startled. After a pause in his movement, the man fiddled with some straps at the sides of his legs and pulled off the pants with a flourish. Snaps and straps, Relena saw, and admired how they could get such specially tailored clothes for such activities. But the thought was only background noise as her hormones took almost all her extra energy at the sight of this muscular, lean, unbelievably sexy man in nothing more than what looked like a black satin speedo and a mask.
For the first time that night she wondered if stuffing money into the side strap would be impolite of her, even as she half rose from her seat to do it only to begin to fall forward as her ankle twisted to the side.
The man was faster than anyone she had ever seen as he dove to catch her. An hour ago, when she was just starting her second blue drink, she would have immediately jumped away from him after landing on his virile and nearly naked form, but as it was she just started to laugh at herself.
"I?m so sorry. I don?t know what came over me. This must be a pretty strange first time for you."
"You have no idea." The man said in a familiar gravelly voice.
Facts realigned themselves in her mind. Lean atypical body, messy brown hair, blue eyes she could get lost in, and of course that voice that could turn her knees to jelly: Heero.
"Heero?" The end of her thought process vocalized itself. She tore at the mask as he flinched and soon enough she directly confirmed what she suspected. "What are you doing here?"
"My job." He gave her a lopsided smile. "I hope I get overtime for this."
Horror at herself as well as vague anger at him surfaced in her still loopy mind. She tried to push herself up but couldn?t get enough purchase with her sweaty palms and ended up falling on his chest again. She tried again and managed to sit up, even if she was straddling him.
"I can?t believe you would do something like this!"
"I can?t believe YOU would do something like this." He responded, mysteriously choosing to not make eye contact.
"It was Hilde and Dorothy?s idea!" She threw at him in self-defense. "I would never have chosen this for myself!" Mortified. That was a good word for how she felt right now. The dance music continued to fill the room in lieu of her shouts. Hands gripped her waist and lifted her up a bit, and she took the clue and stood up, pulling her dress down to once again cover her thighs. Heero turned away from her and went to turn off the music. He stayed turned away.
"You must hate me now." Relena said quietly as the dull roar from the front room became audible again in the silence.
"I don?t hate you." He stayed turned away from her.
"It was stupid to go along with this." She walked up and touched his shoulder; he twitched. "I?m sorry Heero." She tried to turn him around but he shrugged her away. "Please accept my apology Heero." He shrugged her hand away again.
"I accept it. Now go away."
"It sounds like you?re angry at me. Really, I never wanted to. ."
"Listen, I?m not angry at you. Just leave."
"I?m not going to -- " Relena stopped in mid sentence as she sidestepped to try to get in front of him. That tight underwear really didn?t hide much, did they? Why he didn?t want to face her became apparent at a glance. Heero now did look cranky. "oh." Relena said in a small voice.
Whether it was the blue drinks, the heat, or Heero in general, Relena decided it was time to take a leap. A chance like this had to be taken. She?d never get another one like it.
"Well, it?s only fair to even things up. This room is secure?" With a confused look, Heero nodded. Then quickly his eyes widened as large as saucers as Relena pulled her dress over her head. "There. Now we?re both in our underwear. Hehe. I?ve got white ones and you?ve got black ones. It?s a nice contrast." The bulge in Heero?s underwear grew.
Relena took another step next to him and placed a hand on his chest, running a nail up and down and delighting in the way his nipples hardened, mimicking what her own had done a second ago. A low growl surfaced above the hum from outside and Relena figured out it was coming from Heero. Like revving a motor. So much power, and she had had it between her thighs just a moment ago. She wanted it there again.
"Yes, Heero." As if the growl had been a question. Probably it was more of a warning. She leaned in next to his ear. "I?m saying yes."
"I don?t think I would have survived a no." His eyes burned into hers as his lips sought hers, and then her neck, sucking so hard she would be sure to have marks there in a moment or two. The force of his lust was exciting and new compared to his mask of indifference at all other times. Relena moved her hips to meet his erection and the friction caused Heero to flex his grip on her arms.
A shred of doubt gave Relena pause. She pulled back until Heero finally noticed and relinquished his hold a bit to meet her eyes.
"Are you sure you want this Heero? You know what I want from you." This was not going to be a one night thing. He had to give her some sign of commitment or else she would stop this, no matter how good it felt.
"I?ve wanted this for a long time, all of it. There just didn?t seem to be the right. . ."
"Opportunity." Relena finished for him. She knew what he meant. That?s all she needed. She trusted him and his intentions. This time she initiated the kiss and rotated her tongue in a lazy way that caused Heero to thrust at her, obviously wanting to try out something similar himself.
Based on her calculations, they had 45 minutes or so before anyone was expecting either of them to leave the room. Not enough time, but surely long enough to have at least a little fun.
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"Listen," the manager said with an irritated twang to his low tone. "None of my boys are in there, but the door is still locked and your friend is the last registered person to enter. We have to do this. She could be trapped or hurt, and you still have to pay for the repairs to the door."
"This is silly. I?m sure Relena left an hour ago, right when her time ended." Hilde was ready to go home and frankly very concerned about Relena. Dorothy looked more bored than concerned.
"I bet she just fell asleep after all those drinks and the guy left to let her sleep it off." Examining her nails, she decided to instead take out a small comb and brush her hair into a semblance of order again.
The door swung open after the lock broke and the sight that greeted them caused Hilde to do a double take and Dorothy to start laughing. Heero, mask on his face, cradled a sleeping Relena in the crook of his left arm who was naked but for a black felt hat, and a black vest draped over her. Heero pulled the sword nearby out of its sheath and threw it at the door where it stuck and wobbled not but a couple inches from the face of the manager.
"Later. I?ll take her home." Hilde nodded while Dorothy doubled over in laughter in the hallway. The manager closed the door with a stunned and fearful look frozen on his face. Hilde shoved some money at him and a smile reappeared as if by magic.
"You saw nothing. And we are renting that room for the next five hours." Hilde looked down. "Get up Dorothy, I?m ready to go get some sleep."
"Ohohoho. I want the sort of sleep Relena had." Dorothy followed Hilde out of the hallway. "I bet the boys are back from their own adventure after all, maybe I should give Quatre a call."
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