✦𝙆𝙊𝙆𝙊'𝙎 𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙉𝘿✦

Not that Koko wasn’t a good fit for the job — no, quite the contrary. Having graduated from one of Tokyo’s most prestigious business schools (paid for with blood money from Bonten, of course), he was the most logical and obvious choice to oversee the affairs of the club while the Haitanis were away.

So that’s what brought the white-haired man here tonight. It would be his first night managing the club, making sure all the dancers were taken care of and that no drama was occurring. 

If there was drama, then there was bullshit; if there was bullshit, then money wasn’t being made.

And that’s one thing that Kokonoi would not let happen under any circumstances.

“Good evening, sir. Please, go right this way to the office. You can get set up there before the first set of the night.” The doorman spoke to Koko, who in turn nodded without a word as he was led to the ornate elevator that would take him to the top floor of the club.

The top floor was where the Haitanis’ offices were located, but Koko would have his own office during his stint as club manager.

“I can take it from here, thanks.” He spoke to the doorman, who immediately bowed and left the room, going back towards the elevator and the lower level of the club to resume his duties.

The entire office was decorated ornately with black leather furniture, polished black marble tables, and various live plants tucked into each corner of the room. A full bar sat against one wall, stocked with numerous bottles of alcohol, water, tea, and soda.

‘I’ll be partaking in that a bit later,’ Koko chuckled to himself as he situated himself behind the large oak desk and took out his laptop. A small remote sat atop the desk, which he assumed controlled the large TV monitor in front of him.

Upon pressing the large red button at the top, the screen flicked on and he was presented with a view of the entire club.

“Convenient.” 

With the press of a few buttons, he had already learned how to zoom, pan, enlarge, and minimize each screen. 

Kokonoi continued playing with the buttons on the remote until a particular sight caught his eye:

The hallway outside the strippers’ dressing room.

Squinting his almond-shaped eyes, Koko pressed the button to zoom in to a still-shot of one of the dancers leaving the room and making her way out into the hallway.

He’d been to every one of the Haitanis’ club several times over, watched many women dance on stage and thrown money on them, but he would for sure have remembered a body shaped like yours.

You were dressed in a black, hip-length trenchcoat with the ties dragging behind you on the floor. He could see just a sliver of the diamond-encrusted thong you were wearing, the sparkly gems highlighting the curves of your voluptuous behind.

“Goddamn.”

The word left his slightly parted lips before he could think about it.

Not only did you have the roundest, juiciest ass he’d ever seen (and he’d seen a LOT of asses), the swagger in your walk let him know that you meant business.

And he couldn't be more correct.

As these titillating thoughts traveled through his mind, the bleached-haired male had failed to realize that your form was no longer visible on the camera. 

The loud thump of heavy bass music shook the bottom floor of the club, and the DJ’s voice came over the loudspeakers, introducing one of the club’s newest acts:

Diamond.

____________

  ‘Ask around about her

  She don’t get emotional

   Kill off all her feelings

      That’s why she ain’t approachable’

____________

A Few Moments Earlier…

Seated at your vanity halfway towards the back of the large dressing room (that was really more like a miniature luxury hotel suite), you calmly brushed your hair while two dancers argued back and forth over - who really knew? 

Oh, one girl was claiming that the other had stolen her money and now she wanted to fight. Titties hanging out and all, she continued getting all up in the girl’s face, pointing her long nail right between the girl’s eyes.

“Diamond, you always act all nonchalant ‘bout everythang. You know that hoe wrong as fuck for that!” Another dancer instigated, trying to get you involved in the mess unfolding before you.

What other way was there for you to act? You were here for one reason and one reason only:

To get paid.

When the Haitanis hired you, they made it crystal clear what your purpose here was: to look good, raise dicks, and make them money. Some of the girls just thought that you were a little too good at what you did.

So good, that many of them accused you of fucking the Haitanis on the side for extra money.

Like a duck with water, you just let their comments roll off your back. You were doing what you had to do to survive, so you didn’t care if you made friends here. Most of these bitches were two-timing and fake as hell anyway.

You didn’t respond to the random girl’s comment, only slipped your arms through the sleeves of your coat and stood from your chair. Your set was to start in a few minutes, so you had no time to waste on their frivolous argument.

“That ain’t got shit to do with me.”

The click of your heels on the cold, marble floor echoed in the room as everyone suddenly got quiet. You always elicited that type of response whenever you spoke, because you hardly did.

A goal was set in your mind when you applied to work at this club, and you’d do everything in your power to achieve it.

The two girls that were arguing (or the one girl who was arguing by herself) moved out of your way so you could leave the dressing room, surprised expressions on their faces. Clearly they were used to the attention that petty drama would bring, but you really couldn’t care less what they did.

As you approached the stage, bright, white spotlights flickered on, following you up to the pole.

“Now introducing the newest addition to our late-night, grown and sexy set - Diamond!”

Cheers erupted around the floor as the music started. You took hold of the pole with one hand, slowly walking around it, sliding your black-gloved hands up its smooth, slippery surface.

Wrapping one leg around it, your swung your body around, and using one hand you continued to twist around until you had climbed to the very top of the pole. 

The diamonds in your black cateye mask glittered under the lights. Gripping the pole with both hands, you threw your head back, your long black ponytail falling beneath you like a tail as you spread your legs into a ‘V’ shape and slowly lowered yourself to the floor.

Your brown eyes scanned the crowd as you dropped to your knees, crawling across the floor where bills had already begun to scatter. The faces of the usual club patrons stared back at you, their eyes full of unbridled lust as they ached for you to get close enough for them to stuff dollars into your thong.

Smiling slyly, you wagged your gloved finger at them before strutting back to the pole, letting your trench coat drop onto the floor to reveal your black thong bikini, a strip of diamonds embedded into the crack of your ass.

Bending over to touch your toes, your hair swished against the floor before you grabbed the bottom of the pole, swinging your legs up and twisting your body around. Your breasts lay against your chest beautifully, brown nipples covered by black heart-shaped pasties with diamond tassels hanging from them.

____________

‘Okay ‘lil mama had a swag like mine,

      She even wear her hair down her back like mine..’

____________

“Thank you.”

Kokonoi nodded at the bottle girl that brought over an ice-filled bucket with his choice of champagne. On nights like this after a particularly long meeting with Bonten’s investors, he’d opt for a few shots of hard liquor, but tonight he wanted to stay sober for this particular act.

There she was, the girl from the security cam footage right in front of him. 

You were even more beautiful in person, the way the lights highlighted your silky-looking brown skin, making the white diamonds contrast so perfectly against the melanated tone.

Koko pushed a handful of his platinum-white hair behind his shoulder, the black ink of the Bonten tattoo imprinted on his scalp standing out against the bleached strands.

He idly swirled his glass of champagne around, the stem clutched between two long and scrawny fingers as he observed the woman dancing on stage.

Finally, he dipped a ring-covered pinky between his lower lip and bottom row of teeth, slipping the 24-karat white gold and diamond-encrusted grill out of his mouth and setting it on a napkin imprinted with the Haitanis’ club logo. 

He took a long sip of his champagne, dark brown eyes travelling over every inch of your figure as your body swayed seductively to the music, your best assets out on display right in front of him.

As if you were dancing just for him.

Reaching into the pocket of his black tailored suit jacket, he produced a wad of crisp bills and used his fingers to peel a couple off.

The stage was slowly becoming covered in currency notes - most of them Japanese yen, but many were also American dollars, since many girls that were hired here came from the States.

Ran Haitani had an eye for exotic-looking women; the club was filled with girls from many different ethnic backgrounds, a rainbow of colors to fit anyone’s preferences.

Kokonoi finished off the last splash of champagne in his glass and leaned forward, tossing the bills onto the stage in front of him. His deep-slanted eyes studied you hard, attempting to catch your attention so you’d come over to him.

____________

On stage, you could feel a domineering presence over you as you ground your body against the pole and over the floor, rolling over the steadily growing pile of money that would be all yours once you finished.

Your right palm began to itch with the urge to count the money, but you still had a few moments left in the song.

The feeling of being watched followed you around the stage, eyes that you hadn’t yet seen raking over your body and drinking in every dip and curve of your exposed form.

Feelings of shame and vulnerability had long left you since you began dancing - now you reveled in the attention that you received from the club patrons.

Out of the corner of your eye, a blot of white moved towards you and before you knew it, a man with long, snow-colored hair was tossing money onto your stage.

He was dressed in a very expensive designer suit, tailored to perfection with diamond cufflinks set at his wrists. His hair fell around his shoulders and down his back like a pristine cape of glittering pale silk.

He was, dare you say it, ethereal. The most attractive man you’d ever seen, and the Haitanis weren’t nothing to sneeze at themselves.

This man, though, his aura exuded something more mature and sophisticated than the playful brothers that you’d come to know as your bosses.

You naturally gravitated towards him, crawling on your knees like a cat on the prowl. 

His table was situated right at the end of your stage - if you leaned your head down, you’d be face to face with the mysterious man.

Big brown eyes peered out of the eyeholes of your mask as he reclined back in his seat, a confident smirk set across his handsomely effeminate features. 

Long, black eyelashes laid across half-lidded almond-shaped brown eyes. A diamond-shaped jawline extended into the smooth curve of his neck, his light-colored skin paled against the dark fabric of his suit.

He had to be someone of great importance, because only valued patrons (those with the most money) and Bonten’s executives could sit that close to the stage.

And that’s when you saw it - the unmistakable tattoo of the criminal organization, the same one that belonged to your employers, tattooed right against the man’s temple.

As your song ended, bouncers rushed onto the stage with black bags to gather the money that had accrued during your set. You carefully backed away on your knees before you stood up and gathered your black coat, shooting one last glance towards the man before you exited the stage.

Leaving a sea of paper money in your wake.

____________

‘Give it up for Diamond everybody!’

The DJ’s voice sounded far away to Koko as he exited the club floor. More loud applause erupted for the woman, whom he saw leave the stage and disappear into the back hallway where the locker rooms were.

He was going to catch you before you could leave.

A pathway was made so the Bonten executive could maneuver his way back to the elevators that would take him to any level of the club that he desired.

An elevator operator stood poised at the doors to the machine, positioned to greet the man as he approached. 

Koko grabbed hold of his shoulder, briefly shocking the man whose countenance turned from one of professionalism to slight fear at the harsh grip that Koko held him with.

“I need you to find a girl for me. Have one of the bouncers send her to one of the empty VIP rooms to wait for me.”

The operator visibly relaxed, thankful that he hadn’t somehow incurred the wrath of the powerful man in front of him.

“Y-y-es sir! Right away! Which girl would you like me to tell them to send up, sir?”

A moment of silence before a flash of something mischievous crossed over Koko’s eyes. He relaxed his grip on the man’s shoulder and moved to step into the open elevator. With his back to the operator, he uttered the name of the woman that managed to capture his interest and attention:

“...Diamond.” 

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©kokonooi. do not repost or plagiarize my works.

"please, let me fill this pussy up. buy you whatever you want, fuck - I just need to fill you up, angel.."

his fingernails are making indentations in your ass cheeks from how hard he's squeezing. you're not making it any easier for him by how you bounce on his cock, plush thighs slapping against his - plap plap plap - so loud that it echoes around his bedroom.

"fuck, I'm gonna, angel! can i- err, inside, please?"

you'd never heard koko beg for anything in his life, but it felt and sounded so good to hear him plead for you in this way.

his pretty black eyelashes were spotted with tears, his cheeks flushed pink and tongue lolled out, revealing that sleek, silver tongue bar.

at this point it wasn't about the money or any gifts that he'd promised you, you simply reveled in hearing your powerful executive boyfriend cry for you to let him cum.

and cum he did.

koko's seed filled you to the brim, his harsh panting slowly subsiding as he rode out his high, gently rocking you against him, hands still cupping your ass in a vice grip as his cum seeped from between your thighs.

"thank you, angel. gunna take you shopping tomorrow so you can ride me again in the dressing room."

@ranspuppy

“There’s something in this liquor. The air is getting thicker.”

“All I want is you.”

“All wanna do is drink and fuck, drink, drink and fuck.”

“…that color looks good on you.” The pink haired man spoke as he guided Y/n to the V.I.P section. The man with eyes as dark as the night, short white hair with an undercut stared at you. A neutral expression on his face. There was another white haired man with a side cut, dyed with black lines. His cat-like eyes had y/n in a trance. “Well, aren’t you pretty?” The man with the cat eyes purred, his lips drawing up into a smirk as he sipped on his Rosé. Beside him sat two men with a tattoo on their Adam’s apple. They wore lazy smirks as they stared y/n down. The one with the lavender and black mullet eyes lingered on y/n legs. Licking his lips as he stared at her oiled up thighs. “Damn…”

The one with the shorter lavender and black hair, spoke up next. “You picked a pretty one, boss.” Then there was the calm, quiet one…with blue hair. His mysteriousness drew y/n to him.”

“C’mere, princess.” The shirt white haired man spoke up. Sanzu led you to his leader, Mikey’s hand reaching out. Pulling you on top of his lap. “Have a few drinks with us.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. “Sure, why not.” Y/n shrugged and held her glass up. So did everyone else. She took a sip of her cocktail. Starting to feel tipsy.

“You smell good, princess.” The man y/n now knew as Mikey whispered into her ear. The scent of her vanilla lotion and body oil filling his nose. His hands gripped her hips. Pulling her back, pulling her closer so that she could feel what she was doing to him. “You smell good enough to eat, Princess.”

His words sent shivers down y/n spine. The feeling of his hard cock pressing into y/n lower back pulled a small whimper out of y/n. Her phone kept buzzing. Multiple texts from her now ex. She sighed and turned off her phone. “What’s wrong, doll?” Rindou was the first to break the moment of silence.

“Oh, nothing. I broke up with my ex-boyfriend and he won’t leave me alone cause I kicked him out my shit.” She rolled her eyes. Ran chuckled and finished off his drink, pouring him another. “What did he do to make you kick him out then come to a club? And called me a slut.”

“His bitch ass cheated on me with my ex-best friend.” Y/n huffed, taking another shot. “I wanna forget about him.”

“Damn, he ain’t shit.” Kokonoi huffed, sipping on his cocktail. “We’ll help get him off your mind, kitten. That’s if you want us to..” it was Sanzu’s turn to speak. A smirk on his scarred face. “That would be amazing.” Y/n leaned back against Mikey’s shoulder. Absent-mindedly tracing shapes on his chest. Mikey silently looked at his men with a smirk on his face. Their scheme is going according to plan.

“Let’s go dance, doll.” Rindou stood, holding his hand out to her. She grinned and happily took his hand in hers. Following him to the dance floor, Ran followed close behind. The three of them had a ball on the floor, grinding against each other. Her arm wrapped around Ran as Rindou gripped her waist. Y/n grinds against the younger Haitani as she finds herself getting lost in the music. Though the once enjoyable moment was soon lost as the voice she dreaded the most called her name.

“Y/n? What the fuck?!” Hanma’s voice sounded over the music. Her eyes shot towards him to see him standing there with Mira. Y/n rolled her eyes in disgust and did her best to ignore him. Continuing to dance with the Haitani brothers, until she was yanked away from their warmth by a cold hand.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You really are a slut, huh?” Hanma gripped y/n wrist tight causing her to wince. “All I’m doing is dancing and stop acting like I’m your bitch. News flash. I’m not.” Y/n hissed. Ran and Rindou found themselves by Y/n’s side once more. Followed by Kokonoi, Kakucho, Sanzu and Mikey. They all stood defensively around y/n. Their aura is threatening.

“I advise you to let go of her and watch your tone.” Mikey’s arm wrapped around her waist. Pulling Y/n flush against his chest. “She’s mine.” He spoke in an all too calm tone, it was almost scary. But, it sent shocks straight to Y/N’s cunt. “Yours? She’s my gi-“ Hanma started only to hear a click behind his head followed by something hard and cold against the back of his head. “You heard the boss. Fuck off.” Sanzu had his Glock pressed against Hanma’s head. Finger on the trigger.

“Y/n, is this the guy that you were talking about?” Kokonoi asked, looking at Hanma with slitted eyes. “Yeah, it is. And *his bitch*, Mira.” Y/n frowned. “Where is security?” Ran huffed. “Y/n stop playing and let’s go. I’m sor-“ Hanma got cut off by y/n. “I don’t wanna fucking hear it, nigga. Fuck out my face.” She walked away, only to be blocked by Mira. In an instant, y/n felt a stinging pain against her cheek. Did this hoe just…y/n laughed before her fist connected with Mira’s nose. A nasty ‘crack’ sounding through the air, knocking Mira on her ass.

“Bitch, I told you that I’ll beat your ass next time I see you. First, you fuck my man, then you put your hands on me?” Y/n sent blow after blow to her face. Mira cried out as y/n swung. Mikey and his men stood, watching the scene with amusement in their eyes. Kakucho and Rindou hold Hanma back from interfering as y/n beats Mira’s ass. Everyone stood around in shock, some even filming the scene. Y/n dealt one final blow, and stood over her. “Get lost and take Hanma with you.” she scowled. Hanma ran over to Mira and picked her up. With one final look to Y/n, the two left.

“Damn, doll…you are something else.” Rindou chuckled. Y/n looked at him then to the bar, shaking her head. “I need a fucking drink.”

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Not that Koko wasn’t a good fit for the job — no, quite the contrary. Having graduated from one of Tokyo’s most prestigious business schools (paid for with blood money from Bonten, of course), he was the most logical and obvious choice to oversee the affairs of the club while the Haitanis were away.

So that’s what brought the white-haired man here tonight. It would be his first night managing the club, making sure all the dancers were taken care of and that no drama was occurring. 

If there was drama, then there was bullshit; if there was bullshit, then money wasn’t being made.

And that’s one thing that Kokonoi would not let happen under any circumstances.

“Good evening, sir. Please, go right this way to the office. You can get set up there before the first set of the night.” The doorman spoke to Koko, who in turn nodded without a word as he was led to the ornate elevator that would take him to the top floor of the club.

The top floor was where the Haitanis’ offices were located, but Koko would have his own office during his stint as club manager.

“I can take it from here, thanks.” He spoke to the doorman, who immediately bowed and left the room, going back towards the elevator and the lower level of the club to resume his duties.

The entire office was decorated ornately with black leather furniture, polished black marble tables, and various live plants tucked into each corner of the room. A full bar sat against one wall, stocked with numerous bottles of alcohol, water, tea, and soda.

‘I’ll be partaking in that a bit later,’ Koko chuckled to himself as he situated himself behind the large oak desk and took out his laptop. A small remote sat atop the desk, which he assumed controlled the large TV monitor in front of him.

Upon pressing the large red button at the top, the screen flicked on and he was presented with a view of the entire club.

“Convenient.” 

With the press of a few buttons, he had already learned how to zoom, pan, enlarge, and minimize each screen. 

Kokonoi continued playing with the buttons on the remote until a particular sight caught his eye:

The hallway outside the strippers’ dressing room.

Squinting his almond-shaped eyes, Koko pressed the button to zoom in to a still-shot of one of the dancers leaving the room and making her way out into the hallway.

He’d been to every one of the Haitanis’ club several times over, watched many women dance on stage and thrown money on them, but he would for sure have remembered a body shaped like yours.

You were dressed in a black, hip-length trenchcoat with the ties dragging behind you on the floor. He could see just a sliver of the diamond-encrusted thong you were wearing, the sparkly gems highlighting the curves of your voluptuous behind.

“Goddamn.”

The word left his slightly parted lips before he could think about it.

Not only did you have the roundest, juiciest ass he’d ever seen (and he’d seen a LOT of asses), the swagger in your walk let him know that you meant business.

And he couldn't be more correct.

As these titillating thoughts traveled through his mind, the bleached-haired male had failed to realize that your form was no longer visible on the camera. 

The loud thump of heavy bass music shook the bottom floor of the club, and the DJ’s voice came over the loudspeakers, introducing one of the club’s newest acts:

Diamond.

____________

  ‘Ask around about her

  She don’t get emotional

   Kill off all her feelings

      That’s why she ain’t approachable’

____________

A Few Moments Earlier…

Seated at your vanity halfway towards the back of the large dressing room (that was really more like a miniature luxury hotel suite), you calmly brushed your hair while two dancers argued back and forth over - who really knew? 

Oh, one girl was claiming that the other had stolen her money and now she wanted to fight. Titties hanging out and all, she continued getting all up in the girl’s face, pointing her long nail right between the girl’s eyes.

“Diamond, you always act all nonchalant ‘bout everythang. You know that hoe wrong as fuck for that!” Another dancer instigated, trying to get you involved in the mess unfolding before you.

What other way was there for you to act? You were here for one reason and one reason only:

To get paid.

When the Haitanis hired you, they made it crystal clear what your purpose here was: to look good, raise dicks, and make them money. Some of the girls just thought that you were a little too good at what you did.

So good, that many of them accused you of fucking the Haitanis on the side for extra money.

Like a duck with water, you just let their comments roll off your back. You were doing what you had to do to survive, so you didn’t care if you made friends here. Most of these bitches were two-timing and fake as hell anyway.

You didn’t respond to the random girl’s comment, only slipped your arms through the sleeves of your coat and stood from your chair. Your set was to start in a few minutes, so you had no time to waste on their frivolous argument.

“That ain’t got shit to do with me.”

The click of your heels on the cold, marble floor echoed in the room as everyone suddenly got quiet. You always elicited that type of response whenever you spoke, because you hardly did.

A goal was set in your mind when you applied to work at this club, and you’d do everything in your power to achieve it.

The two girls that were arguing (or the one girl who was arguing by herself) moved out of your way so you could leave the dressing room, surprised expressions on their faces. Clearly they were used to the attention that petty drama would bring, but you really couldn’t care less what they did.

As you approached the stage, bright, white spotlights flickered on, following you up to the pole.

“Now introducing the newest addition to our late-night, grown and sexy set - Diamond!”

Cheers erupted around the floor as the music started. You took hold of the pole with one hand, slowly walking around it, sliding your black-gloved hands up its smooth, slippery surface.

Wrapping one leg around it, your swung your body around, and using one hand you continued to twist around until you had climbed to the very top of the pole. 

The diamonds in your black cateye mask glittered under the lights. Gripping the pole with both hands, you threw your head back, your long black ponytail falling beneath you like a tail as you spread your legs into a ‘V’ shape and slowly lowered yourself to the floor.

Your brown eyes scanned the crowd as you dropped to your knees, crawling across the floor where bills had already begun to scatter. The faces of the usual club patrons stared back at you, their eyes full of unbridled lust as they ached for you to get close enough for them to stuff dollars into your thong.

Smiling slyly, you wagged your gloved finger at them before strutting back to the pole, letting your trench coat drop onto the floor to reveal your black thong bikini, a strip of diamonds embedded into the crack of your ass.

Bending over to touch your toes, your hair swished against the floor before you grabbed the bottom of the pole, swinging your legs up and twisting your body around. Your breasts lay against your chest beautifully, brown nipples covered by black heart-shaped pasties with diamond tassels hanging from them.

____________

‘Okay ‘lil mama had a swag like mine,

      She even wear her hair down her back like mine..’

____________

“Thank you.”

Kokonoi nodded at the bottle girl that brought over an ice-filled bucket with his choice of champagne. On nights like this after a particularly long meeting with Bonten’s investors, he’d opt for a few shots of hard liquor, but tonight he wanted to stay sober for this particular act.

There she was, the girl from the security cam footage right in front of him. 

You were even more beautiful in person, the way the lights highlighted your silky-looking brown skin, making the white diamonds contrast so perfectly against the melanated tone.

Koko pushed a handful of his platinum-white hair behind his shoulder, the black ink of the Bonten tattoo imprinted on his scalp standing out against the bleached strands.

He idly swirled his glass of champagne around, the stem clutched between two long and scrawny fingers as he observed the woman dancing on stage.

Finally, he dipped a ring-covered pinky between his lower lip and bottom row of teeth, slipping the 24-karat white gold and diamond-encrusted grill out of his mouth and setting it on a napkin imprinted with the Haitanis’ club logo. 

He took a long sip of his champagne, dark brown eyes travelling over every inch of your figure as your body swayed seductively to the music, your best assets out on display right in front of him.

As if you were dancing just for him.

Reaching into the pocket of his black tailored suit jacket, he produced a wad of crisp bills and used his fingers to peel a couple off.

The stage was slowly becoming covered in currency notes - most of them Japanese yen, but many were also American dollars, since many girls that were hired here came from the States.

Ran Haitani had an eye for exotic-looking women; the club was filled with girls from many different ethnic backgrounds, a rainbow of colors to fit anyone’s preferences.

Kokonoi finished off the last splash of champagne in his glass and leaned forward, tossing the bills onto the stage in front of him. His deep-slanted eyes studied you hard, attempting to catch your attention so you’d come over to him.

____________

On stage, you could feel a domineering presence over you as you ground your body against the pole and over the floor, rolling over the steadily growing pile of money that would be all yours once you finished.

Your right palm began to itch with the urge to count the money, but you still had a few moments left in the song.

The feeling of being watched followed you around the stage, eyes that you hadn’t yet seen raking over your body and drinking in every dip and curve of your exposed form.

Feelings of shame and vulnerability had long left you since you began dancing - now you reveled in the attention that you received from the club patrons.

Out of the corner of your eye, a blot of white moved towards you and before you knew it, a man with long, snow-colored hair was tossing money onto your stage.

He was dressed in a very expensive designer suit, tailored to perfection with diamond cufflinks set at his wrists. His hair fell around his shoulders and down his back like a pristine cape of glittering pale silk.

He was, dare you say it, ethereal. The most attractive man you’d ever seen, and the Haitanis weren’t nothing to sneeze at themselves.

This man, though, his aura exuded something more mature and sophisticated than the playful brothers that you’d come to know as your bosses.

You naturally gravitated towards him, crawling on your knees like a cat on the prowl. 

His table was situated right at the end of your stage - if you leaned your head down, you’d be face to face with the mysterious man.

Big brown eyes peered out of the eyeholes of your mask as he reclined back in his seat, a confident smirk set across his handsomely effeminate features. 

Long, black eyelashes laid across half-lidded almond-shaped brown eyes. A diamond-shaped jawline extended into the smooth curve of his neck, his light-colored skin paled against the dark fabric of his suit.

He had to be someone of great importance, because only valued patrons (those with the most money) and Bonten’s executives could sit that close to the stage.

And that’s when you saw it - the unmistakable tattoo of the criminal organization, the same one that belonged to your employers, tattooed right against the man’s temple.

As your song ended, bouncers rushed onto the stage with black bags to gather the money that had accrued during your set. You carefully backed away on your knees before you stood up and gathered your black coat, shooting one last glance towards the man before you exited the stage.

Leaving a sea of paper money in your wake.

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‘Give it up for Diamond everybody!’

The DJ’s voice sounded far away to Koko as he exited the club floor. More loud applause erupted for the woman, whom he saw leave the stage and disappear into the back hallway where the locker rooms were.

He was going to catch you before you could leave.

A pathway was made so the Bonten executive could maneuver his way back to the elevators that would take him to any level of the club that he desired.

An elevator operator stood poised at the doors to the machine, positioned to greet the man as he approached. 

Koko grabbed hold of his shoulder, briefly shocking the man whose countenance turned from one of professionalism to slight fear at the harsh grip that Koko held him with.

“I need you to find a girl for me. Have one of the bouncers send her to one of the empty VIP rooms to wait for me.”

The operator visibly relaxed, thankful that he hadn’t somehow incurred the wrath of the powerful man in front of him.

“Y-y-es sir! Right away! Which girl would you like me to tell them to send up, sir?”

A moment of silence before a flash of something mischievous crossed over Koko’s eyes. He relaxed his grip on the man’s shoulder and moved to step into the open elevator. With his back to the operator, he uttered the name of the woman that managed to capture his interest and attention:

“...Diamond.” 

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