Chapter Text
Songs in this chapter:
The Pussycat Dolls - Buttons
“Who the fuck is wearing lotion tonight?!” One of your coworkers cried out as she wiped her body with a towel, complaining about how it made the pole greasy and hard to grip.
“I’m so sorry, that was me!” An unfamiliar girl with bright red hair beside you timidly raised her hand into the air.
Your brunette coworker scoffed, glaring at the new girl ever so slightly before deciding not to give her an earful because of her lack of experience. She walked back to her dresser without saying a word.
You turned to the new girl by your side and shot her a quick comforting smile as the music of the club thumped through the walls. “Don’t worry, she’s a bit of a bitch at first but she’ll warm up to you. What’s your name new girl?”
“I’m Satine.” She smiled back as she tucked her crimson red hair behind her ears.
“Oh, like the dancer from Moulin Rouge?”
She nodded and you raised your brow, impressed with the reference and you could see the correlation between herself and the fictional character.
“What about yours?” She sweetly asked.
“My stage name is Kiki. But you can call me Yui.” You shot her a wink before quickly checking yourself out in the mirror one last time.
You untied your hair from your bun and let it cascade down your back, gentle waves shining under the warm lights of the brightly lit dressing room. You’re roots were black but the rest of your length was brown, lightened over the years by spending an excessive amount of time in the hot Californian sun. Your cheeks were dotted with faint freckles, caused by the sun and your skin had slightly tanned, giving you a healthy and lightly bronzed glow.
If your old classmates from Japan could see you now, their jaws would drop to the floor and their eyes would bulge out of their heads in disbelief. Their image of Yui was of someone bright and perfect. The treasured manager of the Aoba Johsai volleyball club, well put together and organised with a daily skin care routine and healthy diet.
Time flew by and you somehow ended up in this corner of the world, under the brightly coloured glow of neon nights dancing around the cold metal pole to a male dominated audience with cash in their pockets.
Your appearance on stage, in a sultry teal, lingerie that was basically see through and black platforms was already enough for the regulars to rain notes on your stage. You coworkers on the other islands began their routine, walking around the pole leading into a dance, in time with the music. You followed suit, letting the rhythm of the track flow through your body and moved your hips as your hands sensually trailed all over your body and the metal pole.
The four of them took their seats as the dancers strutted their way to the poles. There was the main stage at the front and then separate island stages in shapes of circles in front of the main one. The new track, Buttons by the Pussycat dolls pounding through the air of the club.
“This is the best idea we’ve ever had you guys.” Matsukawa stated as he drank from his crystal glass of gin and tonic with slices of lime floating in his drink.
“Yeah! Iwaizumi I can’t believe you’ve never been to one of these things. After all you’re the one who went to college here, why didn’t you bring any girls back to Japan?” Hanamaki grinned, joking as he slapped him on the back.
“Bold of you to assume he even pulled any girls here.” Oikawa scoffed, bringing his glass of Mojito up to his lips.
“Shut up you two, I was in Irvine for college, this is Los Angeles, it’s expensive when you’re on a student budget.” He took a sip of his beer as he leant back, taking in the view of the dancers doing their routine on the pole and under the spotlight.
I’m telling you to loosen up my buttons baby.
In front of them was a lean dancer with well trained arms and toned abs, most likely something she gained from her work. Her pleaser heels were high and black, an extension to her legs, giving off the illusion that she was taller than she actually is. Her teal lingerie was nothing but strings around her waist and her chest was covered with a useless piece of see through fabric. Her nipples were fully erect and protruded from the surface of the sheer fabric.
As she lifted her head up towards the light, her face was illuminated and Iwaizumi’s brain froze. He mentally captured a snapshot of her illuminated face, recognising the familiar features.
“Wait...am I going crazy or does she look really familiar?” Hanamaki uttered, putting his beer down as he leant forward slightly to get a closer look at the dancer.
I’m a sexy mama, mama who knows just how to get what I wanna.
Matsukawa finished the rest of his drink and shook the ice around his glass as he squinted at the dancer. There was no doubt about it. It was her.
Their precious manger who they had known since they were fifteen. The girl they collectively fantasised and had wet dreams about.
Without taking his eyes off the dancer, Matsukawa stopped shaking the ice around in his glass and set it down on the table. His eyes fixed on the figure in front of him.
Baby can’t you see, these clothes are fitting on me.
How could he ever forget the face of the girl he was so enamoured by. Her features were still the same, but she was somehow different. Hotter and a total babe, straight out of a fantasy.
Oikawa chuckled. “You’re not going crazy Makki. That’s really Yui up there on the stage. Well, technically it’s Kiki. That’s her stage name.”
“How do you know what her stage name is?” Iwaizumi inquired, suspicious of his knowledge.
“Some guy over there called it out.” Oikawa responded, nodding his head to the right.
The four of them watched as you danced and seductively swayed your hips against the pole, giving your best effort to attract customers. There was a group of four sat in front of you with lean, muscular builds. You couldn’t see too much given that your vision beyond the stage was dark and filled with shadows and silhouettes of moving figures. The only visible lights you could see were coloured strips of LED lights lining the walls and the bar.
It didn’t matter too much anyways. The turn out was good tonight and you wanted the cash. All you had to do was dance well enough for someone to request a private room.
If my kiss doesn’t make you just wonder.
“Holy crap.” Iwaizumi breathed. His breath shaking as he swallowed his spit, admiring your alluring dance. Their eyes trailed all up and down your body and over the curves that was casted down upon by the lights of the club.
The four of them stayed silent to take in the sight. The bass of the music pounded through their bodies and the whoops and calls of other men around them merged into the music. Nothing else mattered, just the dancers. Just you, under the spotlight as you seduced the watchers with a dance and revolved around your pole, performing elaborate tricks, extending your legs, arching your back and performing all sorts of suggestive movements.
Hanamaki leant forward on the edge of his seat with his elbow resting on his knees. All memories he had of their precious and sweet manger had dispersed. Her cute concept, replaced with the hot and sultry dancer in front of him now.
The four of them have had a crush on you ever since you joined their club as a manger. They assisted you in your duties, helped you carry bags, and drilled it into the first and second years head’s to treat you with respect and protect you at all costs from other guys.
Oikawa being the absolute player he was had tried to make a move on you multiple times but was always flat out rejected. You were too focused on work to have time for dating and didn’t want to change the dynamic you had with the boys.
Iwaizumi was always quick to smack Oikawa, reprimanding him for shamelessly hitting on you at every given opportunity. Hanamaki and Matsukawa knew better than to shoot their shot whenever Iwaizumi was around, although their attempts were much more subtle.
You slid to the floor on your knees, spreading your legs into a split, teasing them with the view of the thin cloth covering your entrance. The customers loved it when you did that. Showing off your sexual moves on top of the notes they threw onto your stage, as you caressed your own body and rolled your hips to the beat.
Iwaizumi’s eyes were focused on you, watching you feel yourself to the music and as you got back up to work the pole for the final part of your routine. Your movements getting raunchier by the second and the hollering of the men around the stages growing louder, with groans and cries of sexual frustration. He could feel his own member growing hard and pulsing as you felt yourself on the stage.
Their heads were vacant of coherent and respectable thoughts. All the rules they made about protecting you and not dating you out of respect had flew out the window. Bros before hoes was now just a meaningless phrase, now that you were showing yourself off to them exactly the way they had envisioned you in their wet dreams. If not then even better and impossibly hotter.
Matsukawa had leant forward, his head resting in his palms as his eyes trailed all over your body, taking in all the details. Your nipples that erected through the surface of the sheer teal fabric, the bronzed and glowing complexion of your skin contrasting against the revealing lingerie.
Your fingers brushed through your hair, as you flipped its gentle waves and tousled it, riling up the calls of the audience. More notes were chucked onto your stage and into the air as the song was coming to its end.
Oikawa leant back in his seat enjoying the view with his legs spread apart and with a smirk on his face.
Who would’ve thought that our perfect sweet manager would be here in this corner of the world making men’s balls ache.
He side eyed the other three, seeing them entranced by your dance and totally bewitched with lust.
The song came to an end and you finished with your final pose. The next group of girls began to arrive and you picked up as many of the notes as you could on the floor, breaking the illusion of the seductive performance.
When you first started you always felt so embarrassed and ashamed frantically piling up all the money after your set ended but this was all part of the show. Nothing but tits and asses and men showing you their appreciation for putting a on a good performance by giving you money. If they wanted more from you they would have to pay for more.
You carefully stepped off the stage in your high stilettos and walked back with the girls. One of your coworkers walking back, pulled you in for a hug as her naked boobs pressed into your chest.
“I saw you out the corner of my eyes you did amazing!” She praised. Her short blonde bob bouncing along with her tits as she walked along.
“Thanks girl! What happened to your bra?” You asked.
“Oh I threw it off during the performance but I couldn’t find it when I got off stage.” She pouted. “I reckon one of the guys shoved it in his pocket.”
The both of you laughed as you walked through the doors and into the dressing room.
“Oh my gosh you guys were amazing out there! I saw a little bit of your set!” Satine applauded as she clapped like a giddy school girl. “I bet you guys have a long list of customers waiting for private dances!”
You smiled back and thanked her for her compliments. “Yeah, some of the guys are so creepy though.” You uttered. “I’m so glad we can pick who to accept.”
The four grown men sat there, dazed as they processed what just happened, wondering if they were dreaming.
Hanamaki let out a groan. “Damn that was so hot.” He cried out as his head fell into his palms.
“Fuck.” Matsukawa breathed, as he reached for his glass and gulped down the cool liquid from the melted ice. His other hand adjusted his trousers to make it more comfortable for his hardened length. Iwaizumi leant back and stared at the ceiling, his hands resting behind his head.
Oikawa grinned, taking in the aftermath of your performance and the state that you left his friends in. “We’ve got the money. Why don’t we request a little more?” He spoke out, standing up with his arms out and presenting the suggestion to them.