#futopia

That someone else was currently in the middle of thrusting into Blake’s mouth. It was strange; Weiss felt as if she didn’t mind this, and she thought Blake was doing a fine job, so far as it went. Her teeth could have been kept back a little more instead of grazing past her sensitive skin now and then, but she knew something else was bothering her besides those little forgivable stumbles.

What was it? Certainly not little Ruby Rose. Yes, they had shared an amazing kiss that made her feel tingly all over, but it was just a physical reaction to the stimulation; she couldn't possibly be having feelings for the awkward freshman. It must have been something else.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Huh?" It took Weiss a second to surface from her thoughts and focus on the curious face down by her well-lubricated anatomy. It sent a thrill through her stomach to see anyone's face that close to her; she was just so inexperienced with all of these things. 

"I know we're supposed to be sucking each other off," Blake went on - with no reservations at all about her language choices. “But you can change your mind, you know.”

The former Schnee heiress sighed and rolled her eyes. “No, no, it’s not that. But thank you. I’m just… questioning some of my life choices. Not this one specific instant.” Deep down, she was also questioning whose mouth she wanted in a certain area, but she wasn’t ready to confront that question at all.

“Fair enough. Um… so we could switch, if you want. I’m starting to get a little hard from all this.”

“O-oh, are you?” That was a lot more daunting than just standing there and letting Blake’s lips play with her swollen girth. Weiss didn’t know the first thing about pleasuring someone, with hands, mouths, or any other body parts. 

“Sure.” She leaned back a little - and sure enough, it was easy to spot that Blake’s sizable package was partially firmed up. “I mean, I didn’t hear Salem say ‘keep going until they come’; it might have been implied, but we can switch.”

“Well…” She glanced at the screen, where Ruby was hidden, and then over at the couch where Salem was settling in - and Yang was bowing before her. Wait, was she really going to give the boss head?! “I guess… we do seem to have nothing but time, and little supervision…” 

Blake smiled one of those snarky half-smiles of hers. “Come here.” She approached the small, carpeted stage that Weiss had mostly put out of her mind by this point, and wasted almost no time plunking herself down on the edge with her legs open. “I’m… pretty new to this, too, but I’m cool with you giving it a shot.”

“All of us are pretty new to this. Well, except for Yang, who’s over there with the vampire.” 

“Hey. Yang’s not a slut.”

Sighing at the sharpness in Blake’s tone as she sank to her knees, Weiss conceded, “I didn’t mean to imply she is. Certainly more free with her body than we are, but that’s a very loaded term and I didn’t intend to use it.”

“Yeah, well… okay, I overreacted. Sorry.” Shaking her limbs out a little, she said, “Do whatever you want. Honestly, you don’t have to start with going down on me if that’s intimidating.”

That was certainly a generous offer. Weiss wasn’t sure how to react - or what to do next. Blake was a gorgeous woman with nice legs, tits… and her casual confidence was almost as intoxicating as her actual physical form. She didn’t have any sort of romantic feelings for her - both because she didn’t consider herself a lesbian, and also because she simply didn’t see Blake that way. But she couldn’t deny, there were a lot less appealing feminine forms to be getting this close with.

And that was without taking a good look at that half-hard phallus. Weiss had definitely been intensely curious about getting up close and personal with one of those, but that wasn’t the same as not caring whose; she had always envisioned some nice young man courting her, popping the question, and then eventually getting to know his penis on their wedding night. Even though she knew it might not be fair to judge how some people live their lives, her parents’ repeated insistences that only “filthy sluts” had sex before marriage was hard for her to divest herself of now that she was out and on her own, navigating the world as an adult rather than a child beholden to the ideals of two clearly-flawed progenitors. 

This was not what she had in mind. But still, she couldn’t help being a little excited to get to reach out and very lightly caress anyone’s sexual organ.

“Oooh,” Blake cooed at the sensation of the pale fingers on her girth. “I… started to think you might not feel up to it. With me, at least.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re a perfectly beautiful woman, Blake Bellad- OH! Oh, it moved!”

The raven-haired woman laughed as she tried not to look too embarrassed that her cock had given a little throb. She mostly managed it, but Weiss could still tell; it gave her some comfort to know she wasn’t the only one who had to work past some level of shyness. Or who appreciated praise.

“It moves sometimes. Don’t you ever get horny?”

“Well… yes, of course, but I try not to think about it that much.”

“Don’t you masturbate?” When Weiss grimaced, Blake sat up a little straighter. “Wait - you never jerk off?!”

“I have! Sometimes, when it’s… unavoidable. It’s just not an activity I like to abuse.”

The raven-haired temptress shook her head as she leaned back, again giving Weiss free reign to do whatever she wanted. “Can’t relate to that. I spank it daily. Just because it got a little more difficult to do when I started on HRT doesn’t mean I should give up; I just go harder until I get there.”

“Really? Mistreating this is that important to you?” As she spoke, she wrapped one hand around the shaft this time, figuring she should move past the exploration phase. It was warm and firm beneath her grip, and she found she didn’t mind that sensation. Not at all.

“Yeah,” Blake sighed easily as she relaxed into Weiss’s tentative touches. “Except unlike you, I don’t see it as ‘mistreating’ it at all - though I have jerked it raw a few times in the past, when I was younger and super horny. Think of it more like… maintenance. It’s healthy to do this once in a while, at least.”

The posh girl mulled that over as she tried not to enjoy the sensation of that shaft slipping through her fingers too terribly much. Was it really healthy? It was natural to have sex, but she had always considered masturbation a sort of perversion of that; something done out of desperation because you weren’t married quite yet. She knew that her views on sex and sexuality were like a walking contradiction - as her friends were very fond of pointing out, often and in great detail. 

But this was as good a time to test the waters of a lot of things as any. After only a moment or two of stroking Blake, she pulled back and delicately wrapped her lips around the tip. 

"A-ahhh," she breathed gratefully as she relaxed into Weiss's advances, leaning back on her hands. "I was… kind of worried I'd never get to experience this. Not really that worried, but a little."

Not that the waiflike Schnee could respond. She wasn't exactly sure whether or not she was enjoying going down on Blake, but it was at the very least far more interesting than she expected; the taste was distinctive but not offensive, which was a huge relief. But the sensation of the firm shaft between her lips, the way it pulsed in eager response to her attentions… that, she could get used to.

Either way, it was so hot that she almost couldn't stand it. She could feel her arousal pulsing between her legs, growing so much more firm than she could ever remember it being. Between the singular experience of making out with Ruby and knowing their needs had touched, then going down on Blake, she was as horny as she ever got. 

Which was basically horny at all. Weiss was no stranger to having morning wood, or the stray erection during the day, but they were definitely very rare; she simply didn’t have the libido that Blake had, or someone like Yang who went out to seek partners to help take care of it. This was shocking to her, that she could even crave sexual gratification in this way.

“Oooh, I’m even starting to get close,” Blake panted as she rolled her hips a little. “That’s so good, Weiss…”

She couldn’t help but blink in surprise; all she had done was put her mouth on the tip, flick her tongue over it a few times; create some light suction. She pulled off to breathe, “Really?!”

“Y-yeah… I mean, I wish you were moving a lot more, but it’s crazy to have someone’s mouth on me… really getting me going…”

“Oh. Well, then… I don’t have any experience moving my mouth, so perhaps…” Her hand moved to wrap around Blake’s girth, stroking up and down. “Does this help?”

The moan was an immediate review. As Blake’s head fell further back and she panted, Weiss went back to suckling on the very tip as her hand took care of the rest of the rigid cock, her own heart beating wildly as she worked to bring her off. She knew she would need this skill if she was really going to consider sleeping with strange men for money… 

No. She wouldn’t cry about this; she didn’t want to be crying, she didn’t want to fall that deep into her feelings about where her life had ended up. She was fine. In a way, she felt closer to her friends than ever - and not just physically - so perhaps it was worth the trade-off. But did she have to become a literal whore in order to get the body she wanted someday?

“Weiss! God, I’m- it’s gonna- I’d tell you to pull off, but I think you gotta swallow! For the… for the job! NH!”

What was Blake going on about? Wait - she knew what this was about. Apparently, she was about to-

That was as far as her thought process got before it was too late. A few more strokes, another flick of her tongue over the tiny slit in the end of her throbbing cock, and it throbbed even harder as that opening poured forth the proof of a job well done. Weiss gasped, and gagged, but managed to keep from coughing as she worked as hard as she could to swallow the huge load that had been building up in that soft sack for the past few minutes. 

And it was pretty clear Blake enjoyed every last second. She thrust her hips a few times, her stomach flexing as she groaned and let her cock do its work, depositing her cum into her friend’s throat. Within the minute, however, she was flopping back on the stage, exhausted from that recent outpouring of pleasure.

“Mmhh… wow, Weiss, you… might not be that experienced, but it was definitely… nice…”

Licking her lips, the pampered little princess sat back on her feet, trying to decide how she felt about what had just taken place. Blake had tasted… interesting. Maybe even good, though not in a way she had ever imagined. Still smacking her lips, she finally looked up at Blake with a placid expression.

“That was… well, I think I’m glad you were my first. I felt a lot more comfortable doing this here with you than I would have with a stranger, or a man.”

The raven-haired dancer-in-training let out a breathless chuckle as she pushed up onto her elbows, still catching her breath. “That’s not as flattering as I wish it were. Still, thanks. I kind of feel the same way.”

“Yeah? Well, that’s good, that’s… very convenient for both of us.” Clearing her throat, she glanced over at the other pairings. All they could see of Yang was her hair, and from this angle, Ruby and Pyrrha were completely hidden from view. So much for finding out their status. 

“Come on, your turn.”

“What? Oh, you-” Weiss felt her cock twitch. Did she really want to be with Blake in that way? She couldn’t pretend she found her entirely unattractive, despite her previous misconception that she only liked boys. 

But maybe she didn't need to be that interested in Blake. This was supposed to be practice for their job, after all; she could simply enjoy a moment of frivolity and that would be that. Her efforts to get Blake off had been successful, hadn't they? Maybe it was alright to reap the rewards while her friend attempted to learn on the job, as well. 

"Weiss? Helloooooo?"

"You… you may fellate me," she said awkwardly.

"God," Blake snorted as she sat up higher, then started to push to her feet. "We have to work on your lingo. If you want to get a client in the mood, you definitely can't say 'I'm about to fellate you' - they'll laugh their ass off."

Blustering, Weiss folded her arms tightly over her chest. "W-well, what would you suggest?! I used the most accurate word there is!"

"You really think they'd be here if they wanted 'accurate'? They'd just go to the proctologist." She stood with her hands on her hips, half-hard cock still coated with the remnants of Weiss's efforts; for some reason, she kind of… enjoyed seeing it that way. "Just take a seat and let me get to work, okay? On more than just your dick."

What else was there to do but obey? She took a seat nervously, unable to believe she was really about to let someone else bring her to climax for the first time. Though she wasn’t sure at all what Blake meant by ‘more than just your dick’; what else was there?

The pampered girl found out very quickly.

“O-oooh,” she breathed when she felt lips pressing into her sack. Blake’s motions were eager and full of desire, both to give Weiss pleasure and to explore another person’s body - something she had seemingly wanted to do for a long time now. Her hand was holding Weiss’s shaft up and out of the way so she could kiss all over her balls to her heart’s content. “Blake…”

“Too much?” she whispered before sliding her tongue along the soft, loose skin.

“No, no, I… well, I feel like all of this is too much, in general. But what you’re doing isn’t. It’s… nice. I could really- ah!”

Her words cut off when she felt one of her balls being sucked inside Blake’s teasing mouth. For just a moment, she worried it might hurt - but it was actually kind of nice. On its own, it wasn’t that arousing, but combined with the way her friend was just barely starting to stroke her, it added a little extra something. And she thought she liked it.

As it turned out, she hadn’t seen anything yet. The more Blake played with her, the more her orgasm began to well up powerfully, seemingly out of nowhere. She knew the truth of the matter was she was still riled up from Blake’s earlier efforts, but it surprised her nevertheless. By the time her mouth wrapped around her cock again, she was a panting, writhing mess, absolutely ready to spurt deep into the brunette’s mouth. “Blake!” she gasped out as she white-knuckled on the lip of the stage, trying not to roll her hips too hard. “I… I don’t think- I don’t think I’m going to last too terribly long!”

“Mmm!” was all her friend responded. That was just as well; she knew it was impolite to talk with one’s mouth full. Her hand was still fondling her sack without ceasing as her head bobbed up and down, and Weiss couldn’t help thinking she was glad to be receiving these lessons - because in comparison, she had probably given a terrible first blow job. 

But Blake Belladonna knew what she was doing. All too well.

A few more seconds was as long as she could hold out. She felt a little ashamed of climaxing this hard, this soon, but Blake certainly didn’t seem to be complaining about the copious amount of cream she had just dispensed between her waiting lips, or how Weiss shivered and spasmed all over, toes clawing at the carpet for some semblance of purchase. It was over so fast that she barely knew if she had enjoyed it, but… 

But it was wonderful. Far better than she had been expecting. Maybe she should seek this out another time, when it wasn’t part of an instructional orgy.

“Mmm, so,” Blake purred as she pulled off, still holding her dick by the base and giving the glistening tip kisses all over its surface. “Reviews?”

“You… you did… great…” Licking her lips, she flopped onto her back, much the same as her temporary partner had done after she finished. The post-coital exhaustion was real, even if the euphoria overtaking her was equally real; she had never been so glad to feel so tired. “How… how do you do that?”

Now, she felt her stomach disappear as Blake began to crawl up onto her, as if she were about to start doing a lot more things. “Do what? Get you off? With skill.” After a few seconds of staring down at her, Blake chuckled softly and kissed her cheek. “Sorry, just messing with you. I… well, let’s just say I’ve done things with bananas that aren’t what you’re supposed to do with bananas.”

“Nevermind,” Weiss snorted, cheeks turning pink at how close Blake was to her. Their cocks brushed each other, mixing their juices together, and she couldn’t help but let out a sigh. 

“What? You into that? I could… grind on you a little more…”

Shaking her head, she whispered, “I don’t know if we should. We’re just friends - and besides, Salem didn’t tell us to start practicing anything besides-”

“Do you always do what you’re told? Every single time? Come on, we both know you have a little more of a rebellious streak than that in you.” 

“No, I… you’re wrong. Just because we’re in an actual brothel…” But even just saying that, Weiss heard the hypocrisy in her own tone, so she shrugged. “Okay, okay, you may have a point. But about… doing more… I don’t know…”

“Maybe I like rubbing my dick on yours,” Blake confessed in a whisper. “What if we kissed while we did it? What if I reached down between us and…?”

Feeling the fingertips traipsing their way over the plane of her stomach was enough to make the poor little rich girl squeak, “No, no! Just, um, just relax with me for a minute. Where you are is fine.”

The raven-haired classmate chuckled a little harder and kept rutting against her - though her hand did disappear. Seemed that she would stop if asked, but didn’t want to stop - and Weiss was too intrigued to ask her to do so yet. Both of their cocks might have been semi-firm and totally spent, but the sensation was still oddly pleasant. 

But more than that… though she had felt very comfortable with Ruby, and drawn to her in a way she had never been drawn to anyone before, Blake was a breathtaking beauty in and of herself. And confident - which while she might have been grateful that Ruby was as awkward as she was, and their shared inexperience matched so well, there was something reassuring about having a partner who knew what she was doing. At least in theory. Add into that how big her dick was, how nice it felt up against her own while they were both partially hard and covered in cum, their nipples dragging past each other… 

“Are you getting harder again?” Blake panted as she nuzzled into Weiss’s neck, the hot breath driving her just as wild as the rest. 

“N-no!” 

"It's not a crime, y'know. We can be enjoying this; we're supposed to be enjoying this. Even if it's for educational purposes."

Swallowing hard, she whispered, "Don't be… such a…"

"Such a what?" she whispered teasingly when Weiss never finished.

"Such a s-slut!"

"Oohh, such a nasty mouth," Blake giggled as she rolled her hips a little bit harder. The worst part of all was that her arguments were mostly futile; they could both feel each other just barely beginning to get harder again, despite having already finished. Weiss didn't really think she could go again but couldn't deny it still felt more than a little intriguing - and that she was more sensitive after her orgasm. "Making it harder and harder not to kiss it."

Why not? All of this was really beginning to get to her more than she expected, and there didn't seem to be any good reason to hold back. The former prude leaned up to capture Blake's lips as they rutted lazily against each other, deriving a more muted pleasure from the closeness now.

“Don’t stop on my account.” The white-haired bombshell had a towel wrapped around her curvy frame and a caddy similar to Nora’s in her hand, though at present her attention had completely shifted away from her own bathing ritual. “Unless you already climaxed - which it seems like you might have.”

“Yep!” Thunder Thighs volunteered immediately, sounding as if Winter had merely asked if she finished what book she was reading lately. “They were all wound up and it got me wound up, and, well, ya know.”

“None of my business, I suppose. I’ll come back another time.”

Breaking away from the other three, Pyrrha groaned at the shifting of their organs as she managed to keep from stumbling. “No, no, don’t be silly! Our lewdness shouldn’t prevent you from getting ready to dance. We will, um… we’ll go back to showering, and stop bothering you.”

“I meant it when I said it’s none of my business; you have every right to do what you want to do, even if this may not have been the best place to do it.” Rolling her eyes, she moved toward one of the nearest shower stalls. “I’m guessing you’ll be the next to fall victim to Salem’s extracurricular opportunity.”

“Psh,” Thunder Thighs announced as she paced back over to her own shower. Now that they all climaxed and Pyrrha had pulled away, she had no reason to linger. “Come on, I’m not that desperate for money! Plus, I only do this with people I like.”

“Hmm, a likely story. You’ve scarcely met those three and you ‘like’ them enough to do that?”

“Yeah! I mean, all we did was a little thigh-action!”

“Wait, wait,” Yang interrupted as Blake pulled away. Pyrrha thought she could have imagined it, but the raven-haired girl looked sad to have to part from her best friend. “What the hell are you two talkin’ about?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Nora chuckled as she washed up all over again, now that it had become necessary.

“That didn’t sound like ‘nothing’. It sounded like a way to make some cash - which is why we’re all here.”

Winter sighed as she took off her towel and hung it on a peg nearby. Pyrrha couldn’t help glancing along her body; her curves were flawless, and there was clearly some muscle tone beneath the soft, plump areas. She just barely caught a glimpse of a decently-sized endowment - before she tore her eyes away, deciding this was a good time to start washing up herself.

“I was joking. The three of you are new, and young; you don’t have any business pursuing that kind of ‘business opportunity’.”

For a moment, Yang just scoffed and looked offended. But it was Blake who spoke up: “Are you talking about… whoring? Is there actual illegal whoring going on in this-”

“Shhh!” both Winter and Nora hissed. It was the latter who said, “You wanna get us all fired? I mean, Salem is this whole club; you get her nabbed by the fuzz, none of us will be working here anymore, that’s for sure!”

“That isn’t entirely true,” Winter admitted begrudgingly as she began to soap up. “But not technically false, either. I’d say it behooves you not to mention this to anyone. Glynda and Tiger Queen turn a blind eye to Salem’s side business, and try not to find out any more than they already know; in fact, I’d be unsurprised to find out Glynda actually doesn’t know anything. They might be able to keep this club going even if Salem got herself arrested, but we would still be out of work for weeks while the investigation was conducted. Just… don’t call undue attention and our positions are secure.”

“Our positions as facilitators of a brothel?” Blake asked baldly. “That doesn’t sound very poggers, Miss Schnee. I mean, sex work shouldn’t be as stigmatized as it is, or illegal, but for now it very much is. Besides, how do we know she’s not running some kind of human trafficking ring out of this place?”

“As I said, that’s up to you and how much you want to have a high-paying job. Ordinarily, I would say exposing a potential slave trade would be worth destroying this entire place… but I have seen no evidence of anything like that. No unknown girls come in, no known girls vanish. It’s just good old-fashioned prostitution.”

“Oh, is it?”

Though all of them were surprised and turned to look at the new voice, none of them were nearly as shocked and dismayed as Winter to see it was her younger sister standing in the doorway. Weiss was fully clothed, and clearly ready to leave, but didn’t seem to have abandoned the locker room just yet.

“Weiss!” Winter hissed, glancing around at the others. “What… why are you here?”

“I work here now. Remember?” Glancing over at the others, she shrugged and looked her sister in the eyes. “Go on - you were just telling us about yet another valuable employment opportunity in which we spread our legs for some creepy old pervs? Or are we spreading their legs?”

While curling her lip in very clear annoyance at the way her little sister was handling this, she growled, “Sometimes one, sometimes the other. Sometimes both. But as I said, I don’t think-”

“Oh, why don’t we sign up? That sounds so fun! We’ll braid each other’s hair, pick out each other’s condoms - oh! And drive each other to the clinic when we all get the clap!”

“Weiss, you are being childish, as usual,” Winter sighed with a roll of her eyes.

“How am I the childish one when I’m being more responsible than-”

“Let’s do it!” 

Most of them looked completely shocked to see it was Blake who had spoken up. Blake included. She slapped a hand over her mouth as if that could shield her from backlash, but she seemed to have already accepted that was futile.

“Uhhh… Blake, you feeling okay?” Yang asked her with a raised eyebrow.

“You can’t be serious!” It was Weiss that hissed those words, even though she had also been the one to start this ball rolling in order to taunt her sister. “You want to become a prostitute?! No, no, this is absolutely not what we signed up for!”

“Really isn’t,” Yang scoffed with a shake of her blonde head. “Like, I can’t pretend I don’t like a good fuck as much as the next girl, but not with strangers.”

“And not for money,” Weiss scoffed. When Yang shrugged, her eyes widened even more. “WHAT?!”

“Hey, it ain’t the money I have a problem with. Sue me! I just think I might draw the line at dancing, which I’m already not a hundred percent about doing anyway.”

With a bashful shrug, Blake went on, “Look, I know… it sounds pretty jank. Not denying that. I just think I’d be open to finding out how much it pays. If we wanna get the most out of this job, then this sure as hell is one way to do that.”

The room was silent for a long moment. Pyrrha still couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but Blake was making a certain kind of sense; most of them had initially stated that there wasn’t all that much difference between exotic dancing and prostitution. Furthermore, Blake and Yang had seemed the most open to trying it out - and it was interesting that Yang, the one who had been the most sexually active out of the five of them, was just as uncertain as Weiss. 

“I… support any of you who would want to try that,” Pyrrha began delicately. “I’m not sure I would be able to… to be that casual with my body, with complete strangers.”

“Didn’t look like you were a minute ago,” Thunder Thighs put in with a giggle. When Yang glared at her, she shrugged and said, “What? I’m just saying, there ain’t that much difference; I haven’t gone for the side gig because to be honest, I’ve been working here a while and making good money. Don’t need to. But I wouldn’t be that against upping the stakes if, like, I suddenly needed a big wad of cash. Like if one of my friends needed bail money! Y’know, something like that.”

It was actually Winter who responded, even though she had mostly remained silent during their discussion. “Do you have a lot of friends who often need bail money?”

“Uhhhh, I plead the fifth.”

“Oh, come on, this is ludicrous,” Weiss sighed with a shake of her head. “You guys aren’t going to start having sex for money - even if that’s a real thing that goes on here. It’s illegal! I, for one, am not sure I’m comfortable continuing to dance in an establishment that allows that kind of underground activity to go on.”

“Oh, lighten up, you prude,” Yang snapped at her. “Like, you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with - that’s fine. But can you not police other people’s actions like somebody put you in charge?”

For a few seconds, Weiss just stood there with her mouth agape. Then she finally squeaked, “Excuse me?! I… how dare you speak to me that way! I’m just trying to look out for everyone’s wellbeing - including those who might be exploited into sexual slavery!”

“Slavery? Would you be interested in that?”

Yet another voice had joined theirs. This time, Pyrrha didn’t recognize the face; this woman was older than most of the dancers by at least a decade, and had skin so pale it was practically translucent. Though she was wearing what looked to be a dark robe from some kind of ancient druidic temple, it was easy to tell she had a voluptuous figure beneath the cloak. She also had pale lavender hair tied up into several loops that stuck out from her head in multiple directions; it was a very youthful cut for such a mature woman.

“What?” was all Weiss could manage, since she was as thrown by this woman’s sudden appearance as anyone.

“Being my new pet,” the intense interloper purred as she reached down to grip Weiss’s chin - and she didn’t seem to be too terribly gentle about it. The younger Schnee sister whimpered in instinctive fear. “You sounded as if you were interested.”

“I-I… um… no?” Finally getting a grip on herself, Weiss cleared her throat - though Pyrrha could definitely see a blush forming on her cheeks. “No, y-you misunderstand; I was merely… we were discussing your, um, other business opportunity, and I was saying…”

Winter attempted to intercede - though her tone was much more deferential than usual. “I’m sorry, Salem. My sister often speaks out of turn.”

Salem. Of course this was her; who else could be in charge of the entire sinful establishment? A chill ran down Pyrrha’s spine as she took in the effect this woman was having on all of them, and just her general appearance. Not only was she an uncommon beauty, but clearly she wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

“Some people find happiness in slavery,” the forbidding entrepreneur offered with a shrug as she finally released Weiss’s chin. Immediately, she shot away from Salem and rubbed at her chin as if to make sure she hadn’t been burned. “Though I would feel… unsure about inviting such fresh meat into that hypothetical venture. You’re too new to have the stomach for anything like that; I typically only welcome my girls who have been with me for a few months, and even then… I don’t go around asking.”

Blake raised an eyebrow. “Hypothetical? Ma’am, are you… saying that you haven’t started the sex trafficking?”

“There will never be any trafficking,” she snapped - and it was shocking how much colder and more stern her tone was. She made Glynda and Cinder sound like… well, like Nora. “Willing participants are all I am interested in. Do I make myself clear?”

As they all nodded, Pyrrha decided to speak up. She felt very nervous, but knew if they didn’t get this conversation moving, it was only going to stretch on for yet longer - and she wanted it to be over with already.

“So… this side-business of yours. I assume there are some kind of protections in place for your… employees?”

“There is no side business,” she said with a coy smile. “However… let’s say that, hypothetically, there is a free seminar, available to the entertainment specialists here at Club Futopia. On the topic of sensuality. Should any of you choose to attend, you will learn how to bring men to their knees - or women, or nonbinaries, if you are so inclined.”

"I see. And if we attend this seminar, would we be required to… continue it?"

"You mean, if in the event you fail to live up to expectations, or decide to stop attending, will you still have jobs dancing at the Club?" When a few of them nodded, Salem shrugged. "Of course. As long as you still know the steps, and don't misbehave, the stage is all yours."

That was pretty open-ended: "misbehave". But Pyrrha didn't intend to do anything of the sort at any point. "Very well. I… well, not to speak for everyone, but we'll think it over."

The older woman's smile was as cryptic as ever. "Excellent. Again, I can’t guarantee I won’t change my mind due to your statuses as neophytes, but I suppose we shall see. On that note, I wish you girls a good evening." Then she whirled and stalked away, her robe somehow fluttering despite the absence of any kind of breeze.

All five of the newbies looked at each other. At some point, Ruby had joined in the conversation as a silent observer; despite being barely an adult, she didn’t look nearly as anxious as Weiss, or as Pyrrha felt down deep in the pit of her stomach. Just what had they all gotten themselves into?

“Well that was awkward,” Thunder Thighs chuckled as she finished rinsing off and gathered her belongings. “Thanks for the good time, guys! We’ll have to do it again sometime!”

Pyrrha let out a squeak when she felt her ass get swatted by the dancer on her way out of the showers. This place was definitely going to drive her insane.

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    “You really aren’t disgusted by the idea?”

Pyrrha could just barely see Yang shrug in her phone screen. Not just because Yang was holding her own device so close, but because her waves of blonde hair mostly covered the gesture.

“I dunno, we’ve had all weekend to think about it now, and… I kinda don’t think it’s a big deal.”

“Well… I suppose that’s true,” Pyrrha sighed as she curled up a little tighter on the couch. She was glad her mother was out with her new friends; otherwise, she would have been terrified that she might walk in and overhear this conversation. “We are already working at a red light establishment.”

Yang laughed as she flopped back on her bed, finished putting her laundry away at last. It was amazing that she could do all that while holding the phone - almost as if she had a built-in ability to only need one arm to get by. “Do people say that? ‘Red light establishment’? Could just say it’s a whorehouse.”

“W-well… it isn’t technically. It seems that the focus of the work really is the dancing; this is a recent venture.”

“Yeah, I guess. Anyway, we’re gonna get called sluts by ignorant people already; might as well earn a little more money.”

“It really doesn’t bother you?” she repeated meekly. “That you’ll be sleeping with strange men?”

Now, Yang did look a little less self-assured. “Well… it’s not like this is the first time. But the other times, I had a little more input into which guys and girls I wanted to bang. So I guess I’m just trying to remind myself that I get money, and I also get laid; even if I might not get to choose, hey, it’ll still be fun. Probably.”

“Right, that is a compelling argument.”

“Pyrrha?”

“Yes?”

“Um…” The blonde was fidgeting a lot more than she remembered seeing her. “So the showers…”

Here it was. Pyrrha had been dreading this discussion, but she found she was at least grateful they managed to avoid it for a little while. “The showers. We… well, we were closer than we expected, for a minute there.”

“Right? Wasn’t that crazy?!” They both chuckled for a few seconds before Yang continued, “I can’t stop thinking about it. Like, I know nothing that big happened, but…”

“No, it was significant. Our… well, our anatomy touched,” she breathed, feeling her cheeks turning warmer. “And I felt Nora’s- sorry, Thunder Thighs, between my own thighs.”

“Right, right. And, um… all that was hot. Blake being so close to my ass? Also hot. But um… I guess…”

When she never finished, Pyrrha prompted, “You guess what?”

“I guess I really… liked feeling Blake there. Not saying I’m into her!” she added in a rush, violet eyes widening. “She’s my best friend, I’m… I really don’t think it’d be cool if I was. But I was kinda shocked at myself. How much I wanted her there, and how good it felt when she was…”

“So…” She thought her words over, hoping to choose the most delicate ones. “So you’re… concerned that you may have developed an attraction?”

“That’s just it.” Yang sat up again with a slight grunt. “Before that, I would have said I thought she was really cute, but we didn’t think about each other that way. Just bee-eff-effs. The thing is… I’ve been kinda into how sexy she is for a while now.”

“You have?!”

“Shh!” she added, glancing around wildly. “I don’t want Rubes to overhear, or she might blab; not on purpose, she just sometimes shoots her mouth off without thinking!”

“Sorry,” Pyrrha apologized with a duck of her head.

“It’s fine. But yeah, uh, I have. Like it doesn’t mean I’d ask her out; she’s my bestie. Just finding it hard to shake off that my bestie is super fucking fine.”

“Ah. Especially after…” Yang nodded, and she sighed as she rolled over onto her side. “I’m sorry. That sounds very difficult to endure.”

“Naw, I mean, it’s whatever. It’s not like we’re not all still friends, y’know? And you and me are cool even after I did a little jerking.”

Pyrrha felt a little pulse of interest between her legs when Yang brought that up yet again. Mostly, she was able to ignore it, but the more often her mind was taken back to that brief flash of passion between them and two of their fellow employees, the harder it became to suppress a resurgence.

“Aren’t we?”

“What?” Only now did she realized that Yang had been waiting for her to confirm. “O-oh- yes, we’re fine.”

The smirk that spread across the blonde’s features should have been illegal. “You’re not warm for my form all of a sudden, are ya? Just because we had our bananas in a bunch?”

“No, of course not!” Though her blush likely gave her way. “I… well, it was very enjoyable, like you said; I’m just… remembering, that’s all. Nothing deeper.”

“Okay, okay,” Yang giggled. “I mean, I’m in the same boat; I’m never gonna think about you or Blake the same way again. Nora, too, a little.”

“Thunder Thighs. We’re supposed to be learning to use our stage names.”

“Right, right. Anyway… if you ever wanna bump uglies again, I’m game. Not as like…” She shrugged again, clearly trying to come up with the right words. “I’m not trying to come onto you, or ask you out or anything like that. No way. Just saying, it was fun, and if you wanted to… have fun again…”

“I-it’s alright,” Pyrrha reassured her with a smile. Privately, she couldn’t help thinking it was cute to see the normally-confident Yang tripping over her words to make sure she wasn’t offending her. “I may take you up on that, if I decide… well, that I’m interested in that sort of arrangement. Which I may be, I may not be.”

Her friend nodded a few times, smiling back. “That’s cool. I mean, you’re super hot - and you have like, the biggest dick ever. Kinda hard not to wanna play with it again.”

“Stoooop,” she murmured bashfully, thighs twitching anxiously in a vain attempt to abate her growing needs.

"What?? It's true, man!" Yang glanced over her shoulder, then back at her phone with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, gotta go help get dinner started. But yeah, I'm glad we touched base about this whole thing; I didn't mind it at all, but I guess it was pretty unusual."

"Very unusual for me. Have a good dinner, Yang."

"Thanks! See ya!"

Then Pyrrha was alone with her thoughts. She didn't want to be, because they were so chaotic of late, but maybe the situation wasn't nearly as terrible as she kept thinking of it in her mind. So what if they were exotic dancers now? So what if they took that yet further, and briefly dabbled in being prostitutes? Maybe it wasn't what their parents would want for them, or they even wanted for themselves, but they could earn a lot of money in a short amount of time - which not only might cover certain surgeries, but also pay for their tuition, living expenses. She herself knew she could really infuse her stock portfolio with some much-needed seed money. The benefits seemed to outweigh the sacrifices.

"Guess this is it," she sighed on the Monday evening in question. She had chosen jeans and flip-flops and a tank top, which was a little more exposed than she normally left herself but they would be easy to change out of and into whatever costume they demanded she parade around in.

"Yep," Yang offered as she turned her bike down the road toward the club. It looked different when the sun was still up; the neon lights were already on, but they didn't stand out nearly as much. "You sure you're ready?"

"No. Let's do it." They both chuckled a little as she rolled up to the security gate. "But when we really start working here, we should probably take my car so we don't fuck up our hair."

Yang was still laughing when the guard in the booth said, "Badges?"

"Oh, uhh…" Yang glanced back at Blake briefly before looking at him again. "Sorry, we're new."

"Ahhh, fresh meat," he said with a smirk. But before Blake could really get a good scowl going, he asked, "Names?"

They gave their stage names, luckily remembering those would be what he expected to hear, and he waved them through. As Yang rolled into one of the many spots that were vacant since the club wasn’t in peak hours, she chuckled, “You got real nervous back there.”

“What?” Blake protested. “No, I didn’t.” 

“Yeahhhh, you did. Or is that just a road-boner I feel?”

Well, now she was more than a little embarrassed. “I… I didn’t think you would feel that.”

“Aww, it’s fine,” she laughed as she shut off the engine. “Like, this is literally Club Boner, I’m sure nobody’ll care. And I didn’t mind.”

“Oh. Uh… good.” Very good. If Yang had been disgusted by having to feel her body pressed against the blonde’s while in a state of arousal, it would have been devastating to Blake. Maybe one day, Yang would want to feel more… but she was letting herself get carried away.

Time to go to work.

“Hey,” Elm said gruffly, still a woman of few words. She nodded sharply at the door. “Your friends just went in a minute ago.”

“Damn, we’re late,” Yang swore. “Oh well. Thanks.” Elm just grunted as they squeezed past.

Weiss, Ruby, and Pyrrha had only made it as far as the locker room thus far. They were looking at more of those unitards in disdain; rather, Weiss was disdainful while Ruby and Pyrrha were more resigned. Blake rolled her eyes but tried to remind herself this was just part of the deal.

“Can you believe we have to keep putting these on?” Weiss demanded once they were closer. 

“Hi to you, too,” Yang chuckled. “And c’mon, they ain’t that bad; could be they make us walk around naked all the time.”

“Hazing would be pretty immature,” Blake sighed as she reached into the cardboard box for the one that fit her. It seemed these were either the same ones they wore before, or the club owners remembered their sizes. 

“Oh…” She glanced up from stepping out of her jeans to see Ruby was looking at her in surprise.

“What?”

“O-oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to stare, just… guess I’m not the only one who’s nervous.”

Blake felt her cheeks get a little warmer as she turned away from the group and slid off her underwear. “It’s a road boner. I get one on Yang’s bike a lot.”

“She does,” Yang confirmed. “This ain’t the first time, she’s not lying.”

“Oh, really?” Weiss demanded with a smug smirk. Blake saw it over her shoulder as she struggled into the unitard and wanted to turn fully and smack her, but she controlled herself. “Imagine that.”

“Shut up,” Blake muttered.

“Good, I didn’t have to crack the whip,” Cinder snorted from behind them. Great. Blake had secretly been hoping someone else might walk them through this process, but it seemed they were really stuck with that bitch. She might have been incredibly hot and goals, but her attitude was a huge mark in the negative column.

“Hello, again,” Pyrrha said, cheerful as ever.

“Good morning, sunshine.” As Blake now turned, she saw Cinder was wearing a very Monroe-esque cocktail dress, one hand resting on her hip. “Did you all clock in?”

“Clock in?” Yang asked in surprise. “I thought this was just training.”

“It is. But you’ll be paid minimum wage. Of course, once you really start working you get a raise and those fat tips, but you’ll still be compensated for any time spent in our employment. It’s a waste of our time and money if we start training you and you flake; in our experience, paying your bills keeps you from giving up early more often than not.”

“Guess that makes sense,” Weiss said with a shrug as she attempted to tug the crotch of her unitard into a comfortable position. Blake tried not to stare. Weiss wasn’t currently turned on, but she couldn’t help her curiosity entirely.

“Good. Now, unless there are any more questions, you five can follow me and we’ll get started.”

The trainees used the digital punch clock with only some minimal confusion, then gathered in the same private room as before. Blake could appreciate why they trained so early on in the night; this room probably wouldn’t be needed for several hours yet. Most of their clients were still at work, let alone through with dinner and ready for some unorthodox fun.

“This is Neo,” Cinder said, introducing the diminutive woman with the two-tone hair they had seen before, wearing a frilly white-and-pink gothic lolita dress today. She still only waved by way of greeting. “She’ll be leading you through some moves today. Pay attention, because she’s one of our most skilled; I’d say she, myself, and probably Coco are the top three current dancers. In no particular order.”

Ruby was the one who said cheerfully, “It’s nice to meet you!”

Neo just waved again. Cinder let the air get tense before she smirked and said, “Like I said, you’ll just have to pay attention.”

“Oh,” Pyrrha breathed while the others were still trying to figure out what they were talking about. Then she made a few movements with her hands that Blake found curious-

Until Neo returned them. Sign language. Now she got it, and felt a little stupid for not catching on sooner. At least Neo looked truly pleased that one of them could communicate with her more directly.

“Wow, now I really am impressed,” Cinder said, and she sounded like she was a lot less sarcastic than usual.

“Oh, I’m not very fluent,” Pyrrha said, even while she was signing back to Neo. “But… I took quite a few classes. I try not to forget what I’ve learned.” A few more signs from Neo, and she turned to the others. “It seems she can read lips. You can speak to her, just make sure you’re looking in her direction, and enunciate so she sees clear mouth movements.”

Weiss was the first to attempt it. She shouted in very clear syllables, “We look forward to working with you, Neo!”

“You don’t have to yell,” Cinder snorted with a roll of her eyes. “She’s Deaf, not hard-of-hearing; it won’t do any good.” 

“O-oh, sorry,” he said in chagrin. But Neo just giggled a little and bowed slightly toward Weiss, so clearly she wasn’t at all offended.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it for a little while. Glynda wants to go over the song list with me for tonight.” Cinder waggled her fingers at them as she made her exit. “Don’t have too much fun…”

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Surprisingly, Blake found herself enjoying the training. Without Cinder’s snide comments and haughty attitude, they spent almost two hours just watching Neo do some very basic moves and trying their best to repeat them. She didn’t even bother with the pole quite yet; that was definitely a next level area of knowledge most of them weren’t ready for.

Surprising no one, Pyrrha and Weiss took to it very easily. Blake watched Ruby adapt as well as she could, and Yang struggling a little more. She herself felt like she could be handling this better, but the longer they worked, the more the movements began to feel natural instead of far too difficult.

Unfortunately, the training was also exhausting. They took plenty of water breaks, but while Neo and Pyrrha had barely broken a sweat, the rest of them were in various states of exhaustion.

“I… thought you’d be… handling this better,” Blake finally panted as they laid back against one of the walls.

“These just aren’t… the muscle groups I normally hit,” Yang chuckled breathlessly before taking another drink. “Whew! I’m… all about weight training, not… cardio. Guess that’s gotta change, huh?”

“Guess so.” As they continued to recover, she asked, “Are we sure about all this?”

“Huh? Oh… yeah, I am. It might even be fun, once we get used to the idea. Besides, the surgeries ain’t gonna pay for themselves.”

Blake nodded as she drained her water bottle. There were plenty more that one of the other dancers had dropped off about halfway through; Blake thought she remembered her name being Emerald. 

“You know… you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” Yang looked over at her with those incredible violet eyes, and Blake couldn’t help smiling. “You’re so hot and badass. Honestly, it’s kind of redundant for you.”

“Yeah? Thanks, Blake.” Her smile was so bright and genuine that it made Blake want to hide her own grin, which she tried to do behind her water bottle. It wasn’t all that successful. “Same to you, and I mean that. I just figured we both want to be taken seriously as girls, and like, that’s a big way we can do that. Hard for the bigots to keep it up once we have actual pussies.”

“True - for some of them, anyway. The rest, nothing will ever be enough. I just… well, sometimes I’m not sure I really want to go through with it. Mostly because it's a very invasive procedure and there are risks, you know all about that. But whatever you do, surgery, no surgery, I just… wanted you to know I support you. I guess.”

Yang nodded a few times. Then she reached over and pulled Blake into a very sweaty side-hug.

“Ewwww, gross!” 

“Awww, you’re such a good bestie!” As Blake shoved at her, she went on in a giggle, “Sorry. But seriously, that means a lot. This whole friend group makes me feel like maybe it’s not just you and me against the world. That’s pretty cool.”

It was. Still, Blake couldn’t help feeling like she missed when it was just the two of them. Oh well; nothing she could do about it now. They had training to undergo.

Neo continued to show them moves for another hour. They started getting more intricate, and she would spot them from time to time, using her hands to show them which ways their bodies should be moving. Blake tried to ignore the rush of heat that surged through her stomach when Neo’s delicate hand gripped the back of her thigh, but focusing on the actual technique she was learning helped, at least. 

In no time at all, the training was over with for the day. Cinder had come to check on them a few times, Glynda once. Blake became acutely aware of how out of shape she had gotten, even though she still maintained some daily exercise. Still, it really seemed like all five of them were well on their way to becoming dancers at this den of iniquity.

"Wow, that was pretty intense," Ruby commented as they showered. Though most of them were still a little awkward about being naked around each other, the nature of their work made it a little ridiculous to keep being shy. Sooner or later, they were going to have to deal with seeing each other's bodies.

"I'm pumped!" Yang replied as she scrubbed. She and Weiss had thought to bring shower caps, while the others just did their hair up in buns; Ruby didn't bother with either, as short as her hair was.

"I have to agree, I'm 'pumped' as well," Weiss commented, though she sounded a little unfamiliar with that slang. "Even if I'm not sure about continuing to work here, the techniques are interesting to learn."

Blake shrugged as she raised her leg up to get her calf and foot. Even though she had showered that morning, there was no sense in half-showering now. "Yeah, it's kind of cool. Still on the fence, too, but even if we bounce… at least we unlocked a new skill and got a decent workout."

"True, true." Then Yang smirked as she chuckled, "Dang, Blake, thanks for the free show."

"O-oh, sorry," she said as she switched legs hastily, shielding her package from view. Though now her heart was pounding a mile a minute, thinking about Yang actually checking her out.

"Aww, I was just teasing. Gotta get used to it sooner or later, right? And it's not like we're not all hotties."

While Blake was privately appreciative that she and Yang had been thinking along the same lines, Pyrrha suddenly offered, "Thank you. It's nice to hear that."

"Yeah, sure," Yang said back. Maybe Blake was imagining it, but her best friend's voice seemed a little more tender. Maybe they both still felt awkward about that lap dance… 

Or maybe it was more. She really didn't like that possibility, even if she was just as scared to admit why, but there was no point in getting paranoid about it with zero confirmation. She should just pay attention and try her best not to overreact prematurely.

"Either way, it's nice to know I'm not the smallest one here," Weiss announced, interrupting Blake's runaway train of thought.

"Aww, but there's nothing I can do about it," Ruby pouted as she looked down at herself.

"Actually, I was talking about Neo. She's very petite in all aspects; cute, naturally, but I sort of expected everyone who works here to have nine inches or larger."

With a slight chuckle, Blake offered, "Yeah, I don't think it quite works the same as it does with dudes. If this were a male strip club, I'm sure there would be some kind of minimum length requirement, but we're women; the novelty is that we even have dicks at all. Some clients might be size queens, but some might kind of be intimidated by us having bigger dicks than them - or they just think little ones are cute. They'll be happy with you or Ruby, and even more with Neo.'"

"Oh yeah?" she countered. "And how do you know all this? Wait, let me guess: your pornography addiction?"

"Yep. I mean, it led me to forums where a lot of people - sure, mostly guys, but not all of them - loved to talk about their preferences."

"Oh. Well… I guess that's fair, straight from the horse's mouth."

Yang chuckled as she rinsed off, and Blake couldn't help glancing along her body. She had been dying to see more of her for so long, and this definitely wasn't how she expected this to have come to pass. Those washboard abs were definitely her favorite part. Sure, she was hung, but she loved the idea that Yang could pick her up and throw her across the room. That, on top of her natural beauty, her easy smile and playful sense of humor, and just how incredible of a friend she was… 

How was she supposed to not swoon?

"You're not gonna make Blake feel bad about the porn," she was saying when Blake focused, and hoped the shower water made it hard to tell she had been drooling. "Like, not when it's a big part of her path to her truth."

"That's fine for her!" Weiss burst out. "It's just hard for me to unlearn that preconceived notion that pornography is filth, and the people that make and partake in it are degenerates. Thank my father, I suppose."

“Ew, I’d rather not talk to him,” Ruby commented as she finished up. “Oh, you guys are still having trouble with those? I guess it’s hard to avoid that completely in this place.”

She was pointing to Blake, Yang, and Pyrrha. Turned out they were all in various states of arousal. Blake felt a little less embarrassed given that she wasn’t the only one, but no less bothered about seeing her best friend in that state. And even though Pyrrha was a bit larger, she found she couldn’t take her eyes off Yang’s fine, firm shaft.

“Sis, you didn’t have to point it out!” Yang hissed in a stage whisper as she started working on finishing up. But it was mostly Ruby she had turned away from. Blake understood; the average person really didn’t want their family and sexual situations to overlap, ever.

“Sorry!” she hissed back. “Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I was just like, ‘oh, what’s that about?’”

After they all stood there squirming and acting silly for a few seconds, it was Pyrrha who offered, “Let’s just finish showering and go home for the day. We’re likely going to have a lot more moments like this, so we should start getting used to them.”

“You probably should,” Weiss sighed as she finished rinsing off. “Alright, well, I’m clean, and I believe Ruby is, as well. But if you three need to stay in here and take care of something, be my guest.”

And with that, she left the showers. Ruby looked a little uncertain before shrugging and offering a brief wave as she skipped out, as well.

“Damn, she really can’t help being a jerk,” Yang muttered as she kept rinsing off the soap from her body.

“She does make a good point,” Blake admitted. “How are we supposed to go out in public like this?”

“Yeah… yeah.”

Pyrrha scooted closer, since she had previously been showering a few spots down. “Weiss wasn’t suggesting… well, that we have sex simply because we’re aroused. She wouldn’t say that, would she?”

“No, no way,” Yang laughed - and it was quite a nervous laugh. “She was talking about jerking off. Which, like, I guess I’d rather do that than walk around outside with my tent pitched.”

“Ah. Well…” She cleared her throat. “I could probably force it to fade before I finish dressing myself. I’ve never had an issue with that. Should I leave the two of you to…?”

As Yang nodded, looking resigned - and maybe a little disappointed - Blake felt a little hopeless herself. Maybe Yang was out of her reach. She kept telling herself that she shouldn’t harbor these feelings, should be smart about their friendship, but it wasn’t as if Yang was the only ridiculously unwise crush she had to deal with. By now, she was used to setting her needs aside because there was no use in worrying about them.

Which was why it was possible for her to say, “But where’s the fun in that?”

“Pardon me?”

“Well, you and Yang got pretty familiar during the training. That’s why you’re having a problem. Might as well take care of it together, right?”

Both of the other women looked shocked. There was a certain variety of concern in Yang’s features that she couldn’t quite identify, but it made her feel ashamed of the suggestion.

“Sorry. Maybe I should keep my big mouth shut; let’s go get dressed and see if the-”

“No, no, it’s cool,” Yang said with a nervous laugh. “And, um… we don’t have to do anything to each other, we can just… purge the urge with company. Kinda weird, but somehow less weird than doing it alone.”

“Well… that’s fair,” Pyrrha conceded. “I don’t know if I could bring myself to orgasm in a communal shower, though. But I certainly would be afraid of someone walking in on me alone in here and thinking I’m depraved.”

Blake snorted as she turned to let the water rinse the soap from between her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to speed up the process. “Yeah, I get it. Then again, I don’t think that many people who work here would be judging you.”

When she glanced over to see if Pyrrha thought she was right - she found herself distracted. Yang’s head was moving to point straight ahead at the opposite wall. Where had she been looking before? Had… 

Had Yang been looking while she was spreading? Was she actually checking out her hole?

“Y-yeah,” Yang chuckled nervously as she teased her fingers over her own shaft. “Anyway, I think I’m gonna do it. Might be faster and it’s definitely easier than, like, trying to think about baseball or whatever.”

Pyrrha nodded thoughtfully while Blake tried to keep her heart from pounding so loud it would be audible to the other two. Was this really happening? She might as well go for it. “Me, too. Might as well.”

“Oh. Very well.” The athlete cleared her throat and wrapped her hand around her firm javelin. “O-ohhhh, goodness… it’s so much more sensitive than usual…”

“I bet,” Yang laughed softly as she started stroking. “Mmm… yeah, this is super weird, but weirdly hot? I dunno…”

“Agreed.” Blake didn’t even have to lie; it was very hot. She just wasn’t going to mention that Yang being there was most of the reason it was hot for her. Pyrrha being there added an extra dash of spice, as did the mere fact that they were in a communal shower in the back of a strip club, but almost all of it was getting to watch her best friend beginning to beat her meat.

And it was time to get started on her own. Eyes glued to the other two shafts nearby, Blake started to pump her own, pleasure rocketing into her fingertips and down into her toes, making her knees want to buckle. She was no stranger to masturbation, but doing it in front of Yang hit so different.

There was some awkwardness at first. They would stroke a little, stop, blush, fidget. It was cute to see Yang fidgeting, since she was normally so confident. But the more they kept going, the more the inhibitions faded enough for them to really get into the act. Blake could feel her urges building at record speed, panting for breath as she leaned back against the tile to better give herself over to the moment.

“Nnhhh!” Yang finally groaned. “Man, I’m already getting… tingles in my balls!”

“I’m very close!” Pyrrha agreed as her hand glided up and down, faster and faster. “Nnhh! Thank goodness! I’m sorry you’ve… had to watch this!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine! You… you have a really great dick, and at least… you get to finish the show!”

For a moment, the redhead looked at her in surprise as her hand worked. Then she breathed, “You wanted the rest of the show?” When Yang nodded, she turned more fully so she could watch her get off. “Mmhh! I hope this helps you!”

It helped both of them. Even though Blake wasn’t interested in Pyrrha beyond friendship, she did find her body attractive - and enjoyed seeing how much hotter it seemed to make Yang, who was grunting with the efforts of her own strokes now. All of them were pumping furiously, eager to reach their climaxes, desperate to cross that finish line-

“Oooh, Happy Birthday to me!”

Blake didn’t even have time to turn and see who was approaching. She started to, but there was a little squeak from Pyrrha - followed by a thick stream of cum arcing through the air from the tip of her swollen shaft, hitting Blake right in the eye. It was both extremely erotic and a little disgusting.

“AH!” she gasped, frantically swiping at the sticky substance so she could see again.

“O-ohhhh, oh GOD! Oh no, Blake, I am so sorry - that was not my… my intention, I was startled! Mmmhh, I’ve never… not like that!”

“Shit!” Yang hissed, and Blake could tell they had all stopped stroking by the absence of the slight noises. Even if they were mostly masked by the shower, her sense of hearing had always been keener than others’. “Hey! Uh, how's it hangin'? Sorry, we just, uhh… it’s kinda-”

“Hey, don’t have to apologize,” the stranger chuckled. Even though Blake was still rinsing out her eye, by now she could tell it was Thunder Thighs who had intruded upon them. She had a very unique voice, high and bursting with energy. “That was really hot! You guys sure seem like you’re getting used to things around here!”

Finally able to get a look, now Blake could see the muscular dancer was as nude as they were. She and Yang looked like they could be hitting the gym on the same schedule, though Yang was more focused on overall tone and maintaining a feminine shape, while Nora was almost approaching bodybuilder status - very curvy, but those washboard abs were no joke. Neither was her cock, which was just beginning to grow in size from seeing Pyrrha’s grand finale - not quite as long, but girthier.

In a flash, Blake remembered that Thunder Thighs had been into Pyrrha when they first met her. This really was a gift for the excitable woman.

“Y-yeah,” Yang finally managed with a nervous chuckle. “But we’re kinda not used to all the, uh… y’know.”

“Dicks and sluttiness?” When Yang nodded, Thunder grinned knowingly as she set her little shower caddy down on the small shelf intended for just such a purpose and started rinsing off across from them. “Yeah, it definitely got me spanking it five times a day when I started, too! My poor balls! Felt like they were gonna fall off half the time!”

As she cackled to herself, Blake found herself relaxing a tiny bit more and stroking herself again. Knowing this intruder wasn’t judging them for their extracurricular activities was such a relief, and now she felt even less awkward than she had before she showed up. She noticed Yang was doing the same.

“Cool. So, um… Nora, right?”

“Not supposed to use real names in the club,” she reminded them, but with no malice in her tone whatsoever. “But it’s cool, and that’s me!”

“Thunder, sorry.” She actually paused to give her a thumbs up, and Blake chuckled. “Right. So what do you do now? About, um… getting turned on while you work.”

“I let it happen. The guys are never not thrilled to see one of the dancers get hard. Plus, like, I got more used to ignoring that I’m horny instead of taking care of it; probably a little that I’m getting older, y’know?”

“Wow,” Yang breathed in wonder, hand movements speeding up, becoming more self-assured. “I can’t imagine not getting off for all that long when I’m getting constant boners.”

“Oh, I still get off. Just less!” As she rinsed off, she glanced over at the new dancers and chuckled. “Kinda making me want to decide this is one of those moments! Dang, you three are rarin’ to go!”

All three of them? Blake looked over to see even Pyrrha had started caressing her length yet again, unable to fully resist despite having already climaxed. She could only guess that the suddenness of her spurting had meant she didn’t achieve a truly satisfying end, or she would have been spent and done.

"So, um, Thunder," Blake asked, hoping to distract all of them from the unusual situation. "How do you like working here? Like, besides finding girls jerking off in the shower."

"You mean besides the best part?" she joked with a wink as she lathered up. "Nah, it's great, and the dancing is fun. Flirting with the customers is fun. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't in this for the money; like, I wouldn't keep doing this job if it didn't pay better than just about anything else I could find."

"Yeah, totally get that," Yang chuckled, still working herself pretty hard. They all seemed to be weathering the unique condition where doing this in front of a stranger was both hotter and made it harder to allow themselves to finish. "Like, I suck at dancing, but I'll learn for the kind of paycheck this place promises."

“Right?! I mean, of course it’s sad that a lot of girls like us end up in sex work of some kind or another, but at least this is just dancing.” Nora hummed to herself a little after she finished speaking, still rinsing off her body as her hands passed over her skin.

And Blake appreciated it. All three of the women near her were strong, and she was absolutely into it; maybe Yang was the only one she really wanted to get closer to, but the view was very nice. 

“Am I helping?”

Coming back to the present, she heard Yang saying, “Oh yeah. Like, uh… I’ve never done this kinda thing before, but three hot girls around me? Huge plus.”

Blake could have shot right then and there. Hearing out loud that Yang thought she was hot, even if it was in a group of other women… she couldn’t entirely suppress the moan. 

“Oh?” Pyrrha asked as she stroked a little faster. “Then the chair incident… you still haven’t satisfied your curiosity?” When Yang just shrugged and chuckled, Pyrrha smiled and shook her head. “You… can give me a show in return. That is all I ask.”

“And you’re all giving me a great show!” Thunder giggled - and Blake saw she had gone from mostly soft and showering to fully hard and stroking. 

“AH!” she couldn’t help gasping. “How… how did you do that?”

“What? Just watching hot girls do hot girl things, Shadow. At least, I think I heard your name was Shadow?”

But Blake was far too distracted to respond. Seeing Nora’s thick, glorious cock added into the mix was filling her with so much lust and urgency that she couldn’t help fully focusing on the sight of her stroking it, how the round sack beneath bobbed from side to side. Even the muscular thighs framing the package, the six-pack above, were making her orgasm rise to the top faster. 

“God, you’re all so hot,” Yang repeated weakly as she leaned back against the shower. “Pyrrha… I can’t believe you’re gonna shoot again!”

That did prompt a startled gasp from the redhead. This time, however, instead of climaxing again, she hissed, “Names, Sunbeam!”

“Wha- OH! Oh shit, sorry… Olympia! Yeah, that was it, right?”

“Thank you! And… and I do not know if I’ll be ‘shooting’ again; I’m not sure yet!”

“Well, maybe I could help?” Nora volunteered. “I mean, we could get a little more handsy in here; it’s kinda just… part of the work environment!”

“M-maybe we should just keep jerking,” Blake stammered nervously. If she were honest with herself, she knew it was because she didn’t want Yang to get any more interested in Pyrrha than she already was - but also, it just seemed way over the line. Masturbation on their first full day of training was bad enough.

However, Yang seemed to be of another mindset. “What did you have in mind?” 

“Just some simple stuff! Like… okay, see, I’m really down for more with this cutie.” She moved over near Pyrrha, who shivered and backed into the wall. Blake couldn’t tell if she was afraid, or just not used to this kind of physical intimacy, however potential. “I’d let her bend me over any day of the week - or vice versa.” 

“O-oh?” Pyrrha asked, stroking a little faster.

“Sure! I mean, you got a bigger cock than me, even - and I loooove getting filled as much as I love doing the filling!” When the others didn’t respond further other than to continue what they were already doing, she moved around behind Pyrrha. The redhead tensed slightly and watched her warily, but didn’t move away. “And I’m picking up on a vibe where you both think she’s really hot, right? Plus, like, she already shot when I first got here and might need a little help with the sequel.”

“Uhh… I mean, yeah, that’s totally fair,” Yang said, briefly glancing back at Blake before refocusing on Nora again. “Just not getting where you’re going with this.”

“Riiight about… here!”

Pyrrha gasped when she felt that thick shaft sliding between her thighs. At first, Blake felt alarmed - and a building spark of anger. Did this bitch really just start fucking their friend without any forewarning?! She would be dead. But closer inspection revealed that Thunder hadn’t done that; she was, in fact, merely sliding her dick between Pyrrha’s thighs. It was still a little insensitive to do it without asking, but way less unforgivable than the alternative.

“Okay, stop me if this feels too weird,” Nora giggled. “But like, this is a little something extra without being like, way extra. You know what I mean?”

“O-oooh…” Pyrrha panted and throbbed a little harder as she shivered. “Oh… I’ve heard of this. Intercrural sex. You… you would really want to…?”

“Why not? You got killer legs, girlfriend! Like, if you don’t mind and all.”

At least she was asking now - even if she should probably have asked first. Blake decided to watch Pyrrha for any cues that she was uncomfortable and react at that juncture, instead of decking Nora immediately. 

“Mmhh… it is helping my arousal return,” the ginger admitted breathlessly, beginning to rock her hips a little. 

“Jesus, that’s hot,” Yang admitted under her breath. She was jerking it at full speed now, and Blake found herself doing the same; all of them were losing control, giving themselves over to this insane moment. 

And it seemed Thunder Thighs wasn’t giving up on Pyrrha’s thighs, either. It was hard not to chuckle at that thought in her head; maybe Pyrrha would get to try out the Thunder Thighs if they took turns. Either way, she saw the veteran dancer was really pounding into her friend’s backside, her thick shaft appearing beneath Pyrrha’s over and over, causing her sack to bounce out of the way with each motion. 

And Pyrrha? Her expression told quite a story. The girl was clearly a little afraid this was going to get even more out of hand than it already had, and unsure if she should really be doing this, but was also very turned on. Blake wondered if it was from watching Yang, or feeling the cock… or maybe the pressure up against her ass, even though nothing had been toying with her there directly. But the brilliant red blush was real, and so was how fast her hand was stroking up and down along that enormous appendage of hers.

Even though she didn’t find Pyrrha attractive like that, she wouldn’t mind playing with that. Any day of the week.

“I… I can’t stand it!” Yang finally whined, leaning one shoulder against the shower wall as she jerked harder than ever, back almost fully to Blake as she watched the other two playing. “You two… that’s really…!”

“You like these dicks?” Glancing between Yang and Pyrrha’s expressions, a mischievous glint sparked in Nora’s eyes - before she slowly began walking forward. Pyrrha stumbled along with her, too overcome to resist, until she and Yang were practically grazing each other’s knuckles with every caress of their burning need. “Go on - reach out and have a little fun!”

“No way! That’s… I didn’t-”

“I-it’s alright,” Pyrrha panted brokenly as she finally pulled her hand back to the base of her own shaft, holding it as steady as she could with Thunder Thighs still getting off on her thigh muscles. “You can… if you want to…”

Apparently, she didn’t have to tell anyone twice. Yang wasted no more time before wrapping her hand around not only her own cock, but her friend’s, stroking them both as hard as she had been abusing herself a moment ago. Pyrrha gasped at the sensations before letting out a high moan, completely given over to letting Yang slide their dicks against each other as roughly as she pleased.

And there was no mistaking that Thunder was into it. She let out a little “oooOoooh” of satisfaction as she watched them for a moment, then picked up the pace, wet skin slapping against the new dancer’s ass over and over as her hands played up and down her stomach - and then her chest. Another gasp came from Pyrrha’s lips when she felt her peaks being teased but she was far too gone to protest, even if she wanted to. Which was completely up in the air.

And Blake was just… back there. Part of her wanted to surge forward and start doing the same thing to Yang as Thunder was doing to Pyrrha. Part of her wanted to shove the other two away and have her best friend all to herself. But in the end, she was too much of a coward to do anything but observe, stroking herself as hard as they were. 

But she wasn’t as forgotten as she thought she was.

“This… this is so hot!” Yang panted. “Isn’t it, Blake?”

“What?” Blinking in shock that she had even been addressed, she glanced down at herself and then back up at the three of them, moving a little closer. “Y-yeah! I’m… getting really close!”

“Good! Me, too - I’m gonna blow any minute! Pyrrha? Thunder?”

The two gingers nodded, though it was only the latter who crowed, “Roger Dodger! I mean, you guys had a head start, but it ain’t gonna take me long to catch up! Just fire when ready, girls!”

Why did she have to say things like that? But Blake couldn’t spare much brainpower for that while she was vibrating with more lust than she had felt in a long time. She briefly saw Yang glance over her shoulder and felt shame flooding her veins, but then she turned around again and all seemed safe. 

“Blake, you can… do what Thunder’s doing! If you want! N-no biggie!”

What?! Was Yang really offering what she thought she was offering? Couldn’t be. But seeing that violet eye just barely peering over her shoulder again gave her pause. Maybe she was being nice, and didn’t think it was fair to leave her out - or maybe she wanted her to do it. Maybe she was just so horny she wanted even more stimulation. But either way, the look back made it fairly clear that she was waiting for Blake’s answer.

“I…” Swallowing hard, she moved even closer until she was jerking it just behind Yang, hand grazing over one of her firm, chiseled ass cheeks. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Just… better start now before… before we all run out of time!”

No more waiting. Blake released herself, gripped Yang’s waist before she could internally scream about this or think too deeply about how muscular and amazing it felt under her palms, and thrust her greedy cock between her best friend’s legs.

And it was everything. Even if they didn’t really go any further and it barely counted, Blake’s heart was singing at being able to get this close to Yang for once in her life. She tried not to think about it that much but the heart wants what the heart wants.

At least Yang seemed to get even more into her activities after Blake started than she was before. Whether it was even because of the identity of the one fucking her thighs, or just that someone was doing that, her moans and panting grew louder, and her hand flashed up and down along hers and Pyrrha’s cocks at a reckless speed that made Blake fear for their safety. 

“YEAH!” Yang panted a few seconds later - Blake couldn’t be sure how long. “That’s… that is it! That’s what I need! Almost there!”

“Keep up the pace, guys!” Thunder crowed, fully groping Pyrhra’s chest as she rammed between her legs harder and harder. The redhead looked completely overcome but given over to the ride. “Let’s see some fireworks!”

That’s exactly what they got. A few more strokes and Yang shot a stream of thick cum into the air between their four bodies - the first to give in to her pleasure. Clearly, it felt so good that she kept right on pumping and gasping out loud, hips squirming from side to side due to how overwhelmingly fantastic it felt.

Which got Blake there immediately afterward - and Nora wasn’t far behind. She wasn’t too busy moaning and coating Yang’s soft sack with her own juices to notice the shorter ginger’s eyes rolling into the back of her head as her “hammer” did the same, getting all over Yang and Pyrrha due to the angle. Blake couldn’t even be totally sure if some of the essence dripping down was her own or from Thunder, but it didn’t make all that much difference; it felt amazing.

Plus, they were in the shower. It wasn’t like it would be on her for long.

“My… my goodness!” Pyrrha panted weakly as she got closer and closer. Yang’s hand did start to slow down, but picked up speed instead when she heard such a needy tone of voice coming from her friend. “You’re all so… so ready to p-produce so much- AH!”

Yet again, the orgasm snuck up on the athlete. Yang must have gripped Pyrrha’s lengthy shaft extra hard, because it shot all the way into the air and landed on the blonde’s head, earning a yip of shock. A few more pumps sent more sliding down her hand and all over both of their cocks, making such a mess that Blake couldn’t help feeling a little tingle of aftershock. Just because she was finished didn’t mean she was finished enjoying the show.

“Ohhhh GOD,” Thunder groaned as she came to a stop at last, hands just loosely resting on Pyrrha’s stomach instead of teasing her further. “I can’t believe how good that was! And we didn’t even really fuck - we just used friction! Wow, you three are wild!”

Yang snorted as she leaned her shoulder against the wall a little more as she caught her breath. “Yeah… we… we really did something. Whatever it was.”

“I think I… enjoyed that,” Pyrrha confessed weakly as she rested one hand on Yang’s shoulder. “Strange as it was.”

Realizing she was the only one who didn’t give a review, Blake delicately added, “Same.” Because she didn’t want to be too enthusiastic, just in case Yang didn’t feel quite as interested in what they had explored together as she was. Though she couldn’t help rolling her hips a little, still enjoying the firm muscles pressing in on either side of her spent shaft. “It was a lot.”

“Damn right,” Yang admitted as she looked over her shoulder fondly at Blake. “But I’d… do it again.”

“Clearly, you would do a great many things.”

The foreign voice drew their attention to the doorway of the showers. Blake felt her heart leap into her throat as she recognized who had walked in and found them in such a compromised state.

The instant their little troupe got taken backstage for the second time that evening, Glynda had requested they accompany her to one of the smaller “private rooms” that were reserved for their VIP clientele. No customers were present; just Glynda, another older woman with dark skin and hair that flipped out to the sides, and Cinder who remained standing. But there was a stage with a pole, and they were all expected to perform their best. 

In unitards. They all glanced at each other anxiously as they changed backstage - as quickly as possible. Even though Yang had been fairly unaffected by seeing those pretty dicks on stage, it felt a little different catching a brief flash of Weiss’s package through the gap between her thighs, or Blake’s flaccid member when she turned in the wrong direction. But she shrugged that off as best she could. They were here to do a job, not to get laid or worry about their friends’ bodies. 

Ruby was up first. She did a pretty bad job, but kept giggling and waving as her cheeks heated up more and more, so she had some kind of cuteness factor going for her. Yang was secretly proud of her little sister for trying, even if she still had mixed feelings about her even being there in the first place - and thought she looked better out there than she likely felt she did. Just untrained.

Weiss fared a lot better. She was a little stiff, and her movements were more like a ballerina than someone trying to be sexually appealing to an audience, but at least she didn’t fall on her face. As graceful as they had come to expect from the little rich bitch.

Then, damn it all… it was time for Yang to step up. 

"Show us what you're working with, baby," the flippy-haired judge demanded with a smirk.

"Enough, Tiger Queen," Glynda sighed. "There's no need to cajole them. Continue, Sunbeam."

"Okay," Yang whispered to herself as she shook her limbs to loosen up. "You got this. No big deal! If you can take a bitch in a fistfight, you can swing around a pole, right?"

Wrong.

The next three minutes were a disaster. Several times, Yang secretly felt like crying or running off the stage, but no matter how many times she misstepped or fell over or just looked awkward and ridiculous, she forced herself to try to maintain a positive attitude, to wink and wave at the judges. She wasn't going to get another chance. Maybe she wasn't suited for this job, after all, but she wasn't going to let anybody say that she didn't try.

"Well, I know I've seen enough," Cinder grunted when Yang finally came to a stop, panting from moving in ways she wasn't used to moving, even if she was physically fit.

"Oh, she wasn't that bad," Tiger scoffed. "Just has absolutely no experience."

"She finished her routine," Glynda added reasonably. "There were many points at which I could see she wanted to give up, but didn't. That says a lot for her work ethic."

Cinder nodded thoughtfully. "Well… I'd say let Salem decide this one since she's on the line, but she's not in yet. I guess there's no alternative."

Yang waited awkwardly for a few seconds as they glanced at each other, then all turned to stare at her as one. 

"What?"

"Let's see it," Cinder said with a smirk.

A much louder "WHAT?!" burst out of Yang.

"Your cock. It looks like a pretty decent size under that unitard, but we're gonna need to evaluate the shape, girth… how pretty it is. We have to be able to tell if what you're working with is worth the investment of our time training you or not, y'know?"

“Hey, you can’t just-”

“I can. Remember the waiver? You can leave at any time.”

Damn, she was right. Oh well; she guessed that it didn’t make any difference. Eventually, she would be showing off all her goods if she didn’t abandon this job. Glancing back at the curtain, just to make sure her friends wouldn’t be seeing right away, she reached down and tugged the crotch aside.

“Oooh, yes,” Tiger Queen purred as she sat forward slightly. “I could have a lot of fun with that. The customers would probably feel the same way, too.”

“Yep, that’s what I was expecting,” Cinder said with a more passive nod, though she was smirking. “Hung, but it’s cute. You womanscape; was kind of afraid it might be a wild bush down there.”

“N-nah, I upkeep pretty good,” Yang chuckled nervously, trying not to think about the three pairs of eyes trained straight on her anatomy - or the effect it was having on said anatomy. “I mean, if I do something, I’m all-in, y’know? None of that halfass bullshit.”

“An admirable attitude,” Glynda conceded.

“Oooh,” Tiger breathed softly, eyes widening even more. “Ladies and ladies, welcome to the stage Sunbeam’s sunbeam…”

Damn. They noticed. She reached to try to cover herself, but Cinder held up a hand to forestall her, so she clenched her fists and moved them back to her sides. It wasn’t easy to feel anything other than humiliated with an audience watching her get hard in realtime.

“Noooot baaaad. Definitely could be all over that.”

“Same,” Cinder added - with a purr of her own now. 

“It’s good to note,” Glynda admitted, a little more detached than the others - though she did adjust her glasses so she could see Yang’s arousal better. “Some of our dancers are incapable of achieving erections without chemical assistance, so you’re already one up on them.”

“Y-yeah, great,” she sighed as she felt herself throb from the way they were leering - especially Tiger. She looked like dinner was served after a long week of fasting. “Um… can I put this away now?”

“Put it away in my bussy.” But when Glynda nudged her, Tiger sighed and sat back again. “Yes, we’re done with you. Next?”

“Oh my God,” Weiss hissed when Yang stepped back through the curtain, after hastily tucking her raging boner away. “I can’t believe they made you do tha- OH! It’s enormous, even with the unitard on! Where do you keep that thing?!”

“Wow,” Blake breathed - and she was looking at it a lot more like Tiger Queen had. Yang tried very hard not to read too much into it.

“You’re up,” Ruby prompted Blake, shaking the taller brunette out of her daze. She took a shaky breath and walked out on stage with her shoulders squared and her game face on. Then Ruby sidled up beside her sister and muttered, “Sooo…”

“What?”

“You gonna do something about that, or just walk around with it sticking out?”

The instant she felt Ruby’s index finger press into the underside of her arousal, Yang felt a spike of fear - and a rush of heat. Maybe she wanted her sister to stay as far away from her private parts as was humanly possible, but it still felt good to be touched.

“RUBY! Can you like, not?!”

While Ruby was giggling, Pyrrha whispered, “Oh no…”

The others all moved to the curtain to look. Yang frowned when she saw Blake was really struggling. Some moments she looked fine, but then others she would second-guess herself, stop halfway through a motion despite it looking as if she had a handle on it before. When the song ended, she just started stalking for the curtain with her arms folded tightly over her chest.

“Don’t even want to wait for a review?” Cinder called out. “Fine, whatever. Send out the last bitch.”

Naturally, Pyrrha did everything perfectly. When didn’t she? She struggled briefly with the pole, but on second attempt she was able to spin around it with ease. Whereas Weiss earned herself a hum of approval here and there, Pyrrha got a few oohs and ahhs.

“Ugh,” Weiss breathed, clearly rife with jealousy.

“Oh, don’t be a sore loser,” Yang shot back at her. Blake was still hanging back behind them, looking mortified that she wasn’t suddenly invisible. “You did great; at least you didn’t do so bad you had to show off your wang just to keep from being kicked out.”

Smirking, she replied, “Oh, I’m soooo lucky.” A second later her smirk disappeared as she watched Pyrrha taking a bow, because they were actually applauding for her. “I really am. It never was an issue before today, but mine isn’t very big, so it wouldn’t have earned me any brownie points with Simon Cowell and Company out there.”

“Pyrrha’s a shoe-in, alright,” Yang admitted. “Like… I didn’t mean to look, exactly, but she seemed to have a pretty decent bulge down there. Plus she’s so graceful all the time. I’d kill not to be a giant clod.”

Before anyone could respond, Glynda called out, "Will all prospects please come out on stage? Thank you."

Seeing no reason not to, the other four joined Pyrrha on stage. Yang found herself hanging back with Blake, and shot a sympathetic smile at her friend. She didn’t get one in return; Blake was too mortified. She’d have to find some time to make her feel better later.

“Thank you. The good news is, you’ve all passed; we are interested in training you, if you are interested in being trained. Some of you need more work than others… but we feel your potential to earn for us and bolster our ranks is significant enough to make our investment worthwhile.”

“Oh, how flattering,” Weiss grumbled. “We’re just numbers to them.”

“That isn’t true,” Tiger snapped, having overheard her even though she wasn’t speaking too terribly loud. “We look out for each other at Futopia, alright? But in order to be one of us, you have to be able to do the work - that’s just all there is to it.”

Cinder shook her head at them. “This ain’t no charity. But like she said, even if you just work here a few months and decide you’re done, you’ll be one of us forever.”

“Like alumni,” Pyrrha offered, and Glynda nodded. “I… like that idea. I’ve always liked the idea of a sisterhood of women like us.”

“We might be a kinky version of that, but yeah,” Tiger offered with a shrug, still reclining passively. “Alright… now for the next test. Just gotta see where you’re at.”

The three judges spaced their chairs apart further. Yang wasn’t exactly sure what was going on - especially since she thought this was going to be the end of their little audition. What more did they need? They already saw that clearly some of them didn’t know the first thing about exotic dancing.

“Alright… Sunbeam, you take that fourth chair there.” Yang had been so distracted by her inner thoughts that she didn’t even notice a chair had been placed off to the side, but she claimed it obediently, noticing it was fairly comfortable. “Great. Now, the other four of you pick a judge, or your friend there, and give us what you think is a lap dance.”

“WHAT?!” most of them yelped. Pyrrha and Blake were the only two who kept their reactions to surprised eyebrow-raises.

“You heard the woman,” Cinder snapped to support Tiger’s orders. “You’ve got ten seconds to pick your pony and ride it. Go.”

For about the first eight seconds, Yang looked on in secondhand embarrassment as her companions fretted and tried to make a decision. Just because this was obviously going to be a part of this job, didn’t mean a single one of them expected to have to do it today. Then they all surged forward, scrambling to claim a chair for fear of whatever Cinder’s wrath might have entailed.

“Oh,” she found herself whispering when Pyrrha wound up standing awkwardly in front of her. 

“Y-yes,” Pyrrha whispered softly. “I’m… afraid I will be in your lap soon. I intended to choose Tiger Queen, but Blake had already made her move. Perhaps… you would have been happier if she-”

“Oh, no no no,” she reassured her anxiously. “It’s cool! I just… yeah, I don’t know what the point in me getting a lapdance from you is, since I don't even work here yet, but it’s all good. Part of the audition, right?”

Her friend nodded firmly, then cleared her throat and closed her eyes, taking a slow, deep breath. Her eyes opened… 

“Why, hello there, handsome.”

“Handsome?” Yang asked with surprise - mostly from seeing the sultry look in Pyrrha's features that she hadn't been expecting. “Oh - wait, yeah, I’m the guy, right?” She cleared her throat and deepened her voice a little. “Hey, baby, lemme see that milkshake.”

Pyrrha hid her mouth and nose behind her hand like a geisha as she giggled. “You’re so cheeky! But I can be cheeky, too.” Then she turned around and shook her ass. It wasn’t exactly twerking, but she seemed to have learned a lot in a very brief amount of time.

“Yeeeaahhh, that’s it! Whoo!” Yang reached out to smack it - and Pyrrha gasped. “Oh - sorry, we probably ain’t supposed to do that.”

“Probably not,” she giggled. “Behave yourself.” Then she licked her lips, gave a little “why not?” shrug, and shifted down to grind her rear against Yang’s knees. “Is this what you had in mind?”

A little sigh fell out of Yang’s mouth. She wasn’t quite the virgin her friends were, but this still wasn’t the kind of thing she would normally do - and definitely not in a club in front of other people. Pyrrha did have a nice, firm ass… but she was trying not to think about it too deeply.

“Well, how are you doing tonight?” Pyrrha asked as she turned and crawled onto the chair, knees perched on either side of Yang’s thighs. Her amused expression was just barely held in check, but clearly she almost let out a giggle or two.

"Mmm, way better now." Her hands moved up to cup her friend's ass, though she tried to keep them mostly to the outside. 

And then they just let it happen for a while. Strange as this entire situation was, since there really wasn't much they could do about it other than call it quits, Yang and Pyrrha just kind of let themselves be carried away in the moment. She was comfortable enough in the setting that she didn't panic when she realized she had gotten aroused again, even though she saw Pyrrha shiver and bite her lip - which only threw fuel on their Greek fire. Naturally, when Yang glanced down, she saw the outline of a very large shaft-

And looked away. Maybe they were decent enough friends that they didn't freak out, but it was still hot and she was embarrassed to be looking at that part of her.

At least that gave her the opportunity to check on how the rest of their friends were doing. Blake and Tiger Queen were the closest and she could tell Blake was awkward but that her temporary partner was being very encouraging - even if a little handsy. Weiss and Glynda were a lot more professional, the former's moves slowly gaining more confidence, and the latter only providing verbal critiques and guidance with her arms folded over her chest. That was almost funny.

Ruby and Cinder were another story. Her sister looked very nervous, and the internet star was eating it up, leaning on one elbow and smirking. That was the best Yang could make out from so far away, but it still made her scowl and wrestle with the urge to go over there and knock the smug bitch out.

"They… seem to be faring well," Pyrrha panted, not noticing Ruby's distress.

"Mmm, I guess."

"Are you alright?" When Yang looked back, there was genuine concern in her features. "It's Belladonna, isn't it?"

"Huh?!"

Shrugging one shoulder, the tall Olympian raised one leg up and leaned forward until she was thrusting her package into Yang's face. "I've noticed you seem to wear a… certain expression whenever you look at her. Perhaps I'm mistaken, but if I'm not, I could understand why seeing her with another woman would frustrate you."

"It's not… like that…" Maybe it was like that. Honestly, Yang could never quite put her finger on how she felt about her best friend. The problem was, she couldn't even form a decent argument one way or the other with the biggest erection she had ever seen only a few inches away, barely restrained by the unitard.

"Not that I'm judging you at all. Of course you care for her; both of you have been friends for some time now." Pyrrha caught her breath for a second, clearly just as affected by this situation as Yang was. "But only you can define that friendship. You and Blake."

"Right. Uh… hey, Pyrrha…"

"Yes?"

"Are you… into me? Sorry, I'm not trying to make a federal case, I just wanted to know if this is because we're doing these lap dances, or if it's… more, uh…"

It took the redhead a moment for the coin to drop, and when it did she pulled back so she could look down at Yang properly. "Oh! I'm sorry - yes, I suppose it must seem that way with my… condition, mustn't it? But it's… I'm not used to feeling what I felt in your lap."

"I know," Yang sighed shakily, letting her hand rest on her own bulge to try to alleviate some of the tension. Not that it helped much. "Like, this whole club is kind of getting to me; been on edge since I saw Coco's junk, and then the judges over there wanted to see mine… and you're bouncing that rock solid ass on me…"

"I'm not the only one with firm glutes," Pyrrha chuckled good-naturedly - though Yang thought she saw her cock throb beneath the thin fabric. It was hard to tell with the low lighting, and when she was trying not to stare at it. "We are both very strong women."

"Y-yeah. Yeah, that's true. But I know you're with that one guy…"

"Oh, Jaune and I aren't terribly serious. Wait…" Her eyebrows hiked. "I'm so sorry, I didn't- I hope you aren't misinterpreting this as romantic interest. I'm talking about your body being very attractive, but it isn't-"

"No no no, no way," Yang laughed, completely relieved. If she did have a crush on Pyrrha, it probably would have devastated her, but luckily they were on the same page. "I'm just… yeah, you're so sexy, and today I learned you're hung like a fucking horse. So bonus."

"Mmm, you like that mine is larger?"

This was wandering into dangerous territory. Yang knew she wasn’t actually into Pyrrha like that, but she was gorgeous, and she was getting attention from her that she never had before. Her higher brain functions knew it was no big deal, but those weren’t ruling the roost right now.

“Mmm, maybe I do. Mine’s pretty big and I’m not used to vibing with somebody who’s got a bigger one, y’know? It’s super hot.”

And it seemed Yang wasn’t the only one suffering from the effects of this unwise interaction. Pyrrha throbbed again at her words, and her hips twitched from side to side. “Is it really? Would… you like to see…?”

“Oh, definitely,” she blurted before she could stop herself. 

“Ooh. Well… then why don’t I show you everything?”

Why didn’t she? Yang was still trying to come up with a good reason as she watched the redhead back up out of their chair, reaching for the shoulders of her unitard… 

“That’s enough,” Glynda called out just when it was about to get very interesting. Weiss stood from her lap and assumed a very poised and professional stance as she continued, "From what I've been able to tell, you all did fairly well for beginners. Cinder?"

"Terrible, but better than a lot of noobs," she offered with a sigh. Ruby had started to deflate, but cocked her head curiously at the last bit. "She second-guessed herself a lot but didn't quit. Plus she's got decent t-and-a, even if her dick looks pretty pathetic."

"Some of the clients are all about the little dicks," Tiger said reasonably. "You know that."

"Sure, sure. How was yours?"

Glancing up at Blake's flushed features, the confident woman smirked and reached up to caress her neck. "Honestly? I had no issues whatsoever. She was a little too aggressive, but I could tell it was to make up for her stage performance. Needs training but she's on the right track."

"Excellent," Glynda offered as she adjusted her glasses. "And Snow Queen was adequate. She needs to work on her dirty and-or flirty talk, but she was very amenable to my corrections. I'd like to work with her if she stays on. Now…"

They all turned to Yang and Pyrrha. She could just barely see Blake’s eyebrows shoot up - probably from how aroused Pyrrha was. It made her glance at her friends, and she saw that none of them seemed to be in quite the same dire straits; perhaps a little firmer than before, but only barely so.

“Yes?” Pyrrha prompted, her nerves just barely showing in her voice.

“Are you satisfied?” The question was aimed toward Yang, not Pyrrha.

“Huh? Oh! Am… I supposed to even know how to answer this?” She shrugged and stood up, gesturing to herself. “I’m still hard, so I guess she knew what she was doing. Shook her ass, twerked on me, thrust at my face and stuff. Was gonna take it all off before you ended it.”

“You were?” Weiss asked in shock. “Oh - I didn’t know we should have been doing that.”

“Well, not necessarily,” Cinder offered with a sigh as she absentmindedly caressed up and down Ruby’s thigh - which made her shiver. “For private room fun, yes, but not so much out in the main lounge when you’re lap-dancing. Even if they throw you a lot of money, it’s still the kind of thing you’d save for closed doors.”

“I understand,” Pyrrha interjected as she bowed slightly to the judges. “More teasing out in the main area, but save things like this for back here.”

“Yes, exactly,” Glynda affirmed. “But you have all done well - including you, Yang. You knew what someone would look for in their private dance, and you assessed her performance accordingly. This means you could replicate that in your own.”

“Yeah, I… guess we gotta start learning how to do that,” Yang chuckled.

“Not if you don’t want to work here,” Tiger rebutted easily, patting Blake’s leg to remind her to get out of the chair, which she did. “This job isn’t for everyone, and no one’s forcing you to do it. But if you do…” 

Yang felt like she must have blacked out. When Tiger Queen opened her pretty mouth and told the fresh meat how much they could be making a night, with the wages and tips combined, she felt like she had died and gone to heaven. Even though this wasn’t exactly the type of work she had hoped to fall into, she wasn’t nearly as opposed as most of her other friends - and the money was beyond tempting.

“I… think I’m in, guys,” she told her friends as she turned to them with wide eyes. Most of them had similar looks on their faces - except for Weiss, who was obviously used to large sums of money thanks to her wealthy family. Even she seemed a little impressed.

“Same,” Blake was quick to add. Yang knew her best friend would have her back.

“Then it’s settled,” Glynda said with a nod. “Those of you who are inclined to train with us will come back in the afternoon, during off-peak hours. Most of our dedicated dancers work between the hours of seven PM and three AM, when our clients are the most active; the club is technically only closed from four AM to four PM, excepting the rare event requested around noon, but those are when we thrive. We staffers therefore keep nocturnal hours for the most part.”

Though Yang was thinking to herself that it was a lot of extra information they didn’t ask for, Weiss piped up, “That certainly sounds reasonable. You have to make yourselves available when traffic is at its height or you can’t maximise profit.”

“Yes, exactly,” Pyrrha agreed.

“Hmm, boring,” Cinder announced with a large mimed yawn. Glynda scowled at her but made no comment. “Anyway, you’re doing fine, and we’ll look forward to breaking you in.”

What ominous phrasing. But Yang knew she felt pretty optimistic about the entire thing as her friends redressed in their own clothing and headed for the door behind Cinder, with Glynda and Tiger bringing up the rear. As they headed down the hall, another door opened and Coco drew up beside them, wearing nothing but her clear heels and her sunglasses. Yang felt herself getting lightheaded, but tried to keep her eyes up.

“Oh, excuse me,” she said politely.

“Don’t bother, they’re recruits,” Cinder snorted.

“Ohhhh, really? Hmm, thought they were too young and cute to be clients.” She lowered her shades and scanned all five of them. “Damn, we don’t usually get this many in one crop.”

“This many what, pray tell?” Weiss seemingly couldn’t stop herself from asking.

“Hotties. Normally we get one hottie at a time, or a few that are kinda passable. All of you have potential. Cool.”

And then she was off. Glynda didn’t make any remark at all as she headed for the office, but Tiger Queen stopped by to tell them in a whisper, “Coco means she would bend any of you over if you gave her so much as a wink. Be careful, she’s a heartbreaker.”

“O-oh,” was all Ruby gulped, and the others made no comment. Yang wasn’t intimidated, but she did make a mental note to watch out for her - either to fight her off, or to let her go to town with that gorgeous cock. She hadn’t decided.

“Hmm. Are there a lot of… sexual relations between the dancers?” Pyrrha asked.

“What kind of robot is this?” Queen asked with a nod at Pyrrha. “I thought Penny was the only one.” Though she did shrug and consider the question afterward. “I wouldn’t say ‘a lot’ but it’s not that uncommon either. For some of us, this is just a job, but it is pretty sexually-charged, isn’t it? Hard not to feel a little pent up - and most of us feel safer blowing off steam with a coworker instead of letting the customers know we’re genuinely horny, and not just horny-for-pay.”

"I… see," said Pyrrha, looking a tiny bit put out by being referred to as a robot but trying to take it in stride.

"Why? Do you need help with that?" She nodded down at that obvious bulge, making its owner grimace. Then she chuckled, "Kidding, just kidding. But if you did, I'm sure you'd find no shortage of girls around here willing to lend a hand."

“M-maybe later.” That only caused Queen and Cinder to giggle. Something told Yang they would have to watch their own backs in this particular club.

    The paperwork didn’t take nearly as long as they feared. Yang felt relieved when she slid the clipboard back across the counter toward Glynda, who took it with a small smile and a nod. Most of the others had done the same; Pyrrha was the last. Most likely, she was just being very meticulous, but Yang also thought it was possible that she was still a little flustered from earlier.

“Thank you much,” she finally sighed now that all of their applications were collected. “This is a mere formality, of course; the audition was all we needed to see. Barring a terrible result from a background check - unlikely, given your ages - you may start as soon as we give you a call to let you know your employment status is finalized.”

“What if we decide against coming?” Ruby piped up meekly. “I’m kinda… not sure if I can let everybody see my junk on a daily basis.”

“Then you need only tell us when we call. Or not show up for work; that will also constitute the same. You’ll all be on a probationary status from now until we deem you ready for the floor; until that time, your employment is considered ‘temporary’. Only once you are depended upon to be working scheduled shifts would we be counting on you to do so, and thereby displeased if you don’t come in.”

That was a lot more of an answer than Yang expected. Still, rather reassuring. She was still processing that when Weiss raised her hand, as if they were in a classroom.

“Yes?” Glynda asked - like a teacher.

“Would there be any way we could receive an email rather than a phone call? I wouldn’t want… certain persons to overhear that I’m beginning work at a brothel.”

“Adult entertainment facility. Not ‘brothel’; we don’t conduct illegal activities.” But Weiss’s expression didn’t change, so she shrugged. “If you wish, we are more than happy to say you ‘have an appointment with Doctor Salem’, and then state when you’re to show up for training; it’s our standard code.”

“So this has come up before?” Blake asked curiously.

“Oh yes. The nature of this work necessitates discretion at times.”

“Yeah, makes sense. I, uh… I’d like my call to sound like that, too. My parents wouldn’t be too judgmental, but I still don’t want to answer a lot of questions.”

Again, she nodded. “Raise your hands if you would care to receive coded calls.” All of them did. Yang mostly thought it wasn't necessary in her case, since she wasn't around her parents constantly, but better safe than sorry. “Very well. You may take your leave whenever you like; we have all your necessary information.”

So they all started to file out. As they hit the door, Ruby whispered, “Okay, this was really weird, but I kinda expected it to be way worse?”

“Still can’t believe you just showed up like that,” Yang grumbled.

“Whaaat? I just wanted to be part of the cool kids!”

“Well, now you’re part of the half-naked adults,” Blake snorted as they continued to head for the back of the club. “Hope that’s close enough.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised at how little I hate this,” Weiss remarked. “It’s still crass and tawdry, but they understand their clientele and provide a service. We have the service they provide and can make a lot of money doing that, so… might as well. At least for a while.”

"You're the biggest shocker out of all of us," Yang chuckled. "Well, you and Pyrrha. Not that you're prudes or anything, just… a little more conservative?"

Pyrrha laughed with her, cheeks still a little rouged even though her arousal had mostly faded by now. "That is true. I think if my mother stumbled upon this facility and found out what I was doing, I would be mortified. But what are the chances of that ever happening?"

"Yeah, face it," Blake sighed as they reached the locker rooms. "Our parents aren't really strip club material. I think it's pretty safe for us to take it all off here, where nobody knows who we-"

"Weiss?"

The word put the fear of God into them for one terrifying second. Could it really happen? Had one of their parents shown up out of nowhere in the last place they would ever expect to see them?

No. Weiss began to smile, then took a few quick steps forward to throw her arms around her older sister. "Winter! You're here!"

Winter Schnee was quite a lovely woman. She had Weiss’s naturally premature silver hair and fair skin, and in some ways their noble features were similar. But the similarities ended there: Winter was much taller, curvier, and stood with strength and confidence where her younger sister was mostly just petulant or outright bitchy. That regal confidence was remarkable, given she was wearing nothing but a bath towel. She also was completely stunned at the moment, though the only outward evidence was her mouth being slightly open and how long it took her to finally wrap one arm around Weiss’s back.

“I… Weiss, what…?”

“Oh, I had been hoping you were working tonight!” She drew back to grin up at her. “I missed you!”

“What on earth are you doing here?” She glanced around at the other faces. “Who are all these- you aren’t allowed to bring guests backstage. I suggest you leave before Elm finds you.”

While Weiss was beginning to look disappointed, Blake spoke up. “We’re applying to work here. Cinder gave us the tour, and Glynda took our applications.” 

As Yang watched Winter blink at her again, she realized what Blake’s plan was: the name-dropping. If the five of them knew who those two people were, especially Glynda, it would make it harder for Winter not to believe their word. 

“Ah. In that case, might I ask… what on earth you think you are doing?”

“Huh?” Yang asked.

“You five are still in college. Barely, at that - all of you are so young, and have your futures ahead of you. Why would you want to let these clients objectify your bodies so readily? It… it simply isn’t necessary.”

Weiss frowned up at her. “But Winter, what do you mean? I… thought you said this was a great job, and you were making a lot of money.”

“The latter part is true,” the older sister admitted begrudgingly. “But as for it being a great job… yes, it is, in relative terms. This club is not the worst in the red light district by a long shot. But I still would never suggest my little sister take a position at a strip club! It’s, it’s… no, I don’t think that’s acceptable. In fact, I forbid you to work here.”

“Uh… excuse me?!” Weiss’s head whipped around to look at the others, as if to make sure she had heard that right. When most of them just shrugged, she turned back to snap, “You aren’t Mother, you know that, right?”

“Yes, and thank God I’m not. Otherwise, I would be telling you ‘boys’ to go find Jesus or some such nonsense.”

Her eyes narrowed further as Yang winced at the misgendering. Even if she was only doing it to take a pot shot at someone else, it still wasn't a great feeling. “I keep telling you, she isn’t like that. Not anymore. You just won’t listen!”

“Enough,” Winter said coldly. “You and your friends will-”

“I and my friends will wait for our phone calls and come in for training,” the younger Schnee sibling retorted with all the stubbornness Yang had ever seen her command. And that was saying a lot. “And whether you like it or not, we’re about to be your fellow employees, so you had better get used to the idea! Good day!”

When Weiss took off for the back door, the other four hesitated. “U-uh, wait up!” Ruby squeaked, but she still paused to wave at Winter. “It, um, it was nice seeing you again!”

As everyone else slipped past, waving as well, Yang decided to take up the rear. She felt like she should say something more, but had no idea what.

“Well? What do you want?” Winter demanded, still a little dazed.

That helped prompt her. “Y’know… we might barely know each other, but do you really wanna do the same thing your mom did to you? Tell Weiss she’s fucking up and that she can’t do what she wants?”

“Stay out of this. You don’t know what you’re talking about - you don’t know what exotic dancing can do to one’s reputation. This is the worst thing she could be doing, short of actual prostitution.”

“Maybe. But if you keep treating her like she’s dumb and fucking up, you’re gonna lose your last family member. Just saying.”

While Raven was scowling at her, Kali gestured toward their fourth and put in, “I think Theia has a fair point. If nobody figures out the real reason for our trip, is this really something we should be seen ‘wanting’ to do, considering the reason we all met?”

“That,” Theia Nikos concurred simply, pointing at Kali as her other hand adjusted her maroon-rimmed spectacles, which looked practically brown next to her flaming red bob. The rest of her outfit couldn't be more drab and tame, even if it was nicer than Raven's casual clothes. “Obviously we can have any kind of interest we want, but it would come across as a little… unseemly, if it’s this. We might be better off admitting we’re nosy.”

“Well, I was against this from the beginning,” Willow reiterated - and the rest of them groaned in vague annoyance. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop repeating it! It just seems very… well, what Theia’s been saying. Makes us look like degenerates. It would have been a lot smarter to send someone else to that location and report back what they find.”

Kali sighed and shook her head. “Maybe so, I'll admit, but I don’t think it’s as big a deal as you’re making it out to be. I don’t think it’s worth the money to hire a private investigator when we can just… go see for ourselves.”

“Me, neither,” Raven put in. “Just suck it up, buttercup; we’ll scope out the scene and figure out what it’s about, get outta there and crash at home. Especially since we’re probably gonna be tanked by then; gotta sleep it off.”

“Especially you,” Kali laughed as she gestured vaguely toward Willow. The pale woman blushed. “I know, I know; you’ve ‘got it under control’. When are you going to call that AA number?”

“When I’m good and ready,” Willow hissed. As they were chuckling, the speaker crackled to life overhead.

“Ma’am, we have arrived.”

Pressing a button on a nearby console, Willow said in a louder tone, “Thank you, Klein.” Then she released the button, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Alright… this is fine. You’re right, it’s… we’ll just assess the situation, and…”

Theia reached across to rest a hand on her knee. “Everything will be fine. We just need to make sure what they’re doing isn’t dangerous; once we’ve done that, we can go home with clear consciences. As long as we don’t somehow embarrass them or get ourselves into trouble, we’ll be fine - so we stay as a group. ”

“Yes, definitely,” Kali affirmed, even though she was a little more casual with that insistence compared to the Greek mother hen. Raven sometimes resented how Theia took charge, but she also knew it was done from a place of genuine affection and concern; no agenda there.

“Alright.” Raven cracked her neck, then reached for the door handle. “Let’s do this.”

Club Futopia.

Even just those two words, surrounded by alluring chase lights, stirred something in her guts. Raven felt excited, disgusted, and curious - and they hadn’t even entered the building yet. It seemed like an upscale enough place with its flashy neon lights and chrome trim, the bouncer and the short line of men and women waiting to get in. It was also a lot larger than she expected, nearly taking up half the block. Digital representations of a couple of dancers scrolled across the marquis, promising which nights they would be taking it all off. At least none of those pictures were of familiar faces… so far.

Of all places, why did their children have to work at a strip club?!

“Come on,” Kali sighed, bringing them back down to earth. “Let’s get in line.”

As they slid in behind a couple of uncertain boys, one of them with bright blue hair, Raven’s mind continued to obsess about how bizarre her life had become. She couldn’t believe Yang might actually be working at this place. Not that she had confirmation, of course; not that any of them did. They just had Willow’s Find-My-Phone results telling them this was where her own daughter kept winding up almost every night of the week after sneaking out of the house - and the circumstantial evidence that all of them were friends who went to the same college. The rest of them hadn’t felt comfortable doing the same snooping to their girls, but they figured if they went with Willow to confront her, they could definitively rule out that their own child was “in trouble” and go back to their regularly scheduled lives.

Their little group really could be oil and water. Mostly, she got along with Kali, but Theia’s moral superiority and Willow’s whininess and entitlement tried her last nerve at times. Yes, they all cared for each other - how could they not when they all had one very important thing in common? The supporters needed support themselves and turned to a group purely for parents in the same situation. That shared concern just didn’t necessarily mean they could stand each other at all times.

“I heard they all have huge dicks.”

Cringing, Raven tried not to listen to the boys in front of them. This wasn’t something she especially wanted to hear - but she couldn’t help it, they were standing so close. The blonde boy responded, “Hey, probably do. I just wanna check out what kinda thing goes on here, it’s been open for months. Expected it to get shut down before now.”

“Come on,” the other boy said with a nudge to his friend. “You sure you don’t just wanna see a bunch of pork swords bouncing around?”

“N-naw, man! I mean, that’s not the part I…”

“Then why here? Why not Club NDGO over on 11th?”

“Psh. Because I don’t have NDGO kinda money - and I’m not a prude, like you. Girls are girls. Why, you think it makes you gay? ”

They started laughing and shoving each other slightly until they got up to the bouncer. Being men. Raven hated them all by this point. That had made it a lot easier to accept when Yang sat her down and told her everything; she had been a little shocked, but once that immediate reaction faded, she found she was…

Grateful? That seemed weird, but it was the truth; she was grateful the two of them had more in common than she had thought once upon a time. They were so distant, and so far this revelation had been quite a boon in helping them bridge that gap - work in progress that it was.

“ID?”

Apparently, she had gotten lost in thought for longer than she realised. Raven whipped out her wallet with a roll of her eyes. “You’re cute, but you know we’re no teenagers.”

“Still policy,” the burly brute grunted, handing it back. His red tinted sunglasses made it impossible to tell if he even really looked at it. “Welcome to Club Futopia. Enjoy.”

As the others followed her in, she stepped past the people near the bathroom and through an inner set of doors. Then her mouth popped open slightly in sheer amazement.

Dicks. The blue-haired boy had been right; even though they weren’t all out and bouncing, or even hard, there were no shortage of packages on the girls strutting across the stages. Even from the entrance, she spotted at least one fully erect cock being waved in some enthralled man’s face; it was attached to Cinder Fall, the girl who had been most aggressively advertised on the marquee. She was certainly a beautiful specimen, perfectly proportioned and small in stature. Small in all ways but one.

“Oh… my God.”

“Yeah,” Kali breathed, gazing around with her by now. Whereas Raven was almost horrified, Kali looked fascinated; not quite eager or pleased, but definitely more curious than wanting to flee in terror. “This is… I have to admit, I kind of thought it would be a lot tamer than this.”

“OH!” Willow gasped, covering her eyes. “I thought they would have shorts on, or something!”

There was a nervous laugh from Theia. “I… immediately regret this. But we’re already here, so if Willow wants to stay, I won’t bail on her.”

Struggling to get control of herself, she grunted, “Thank you. No, I’m not putting myself through this ordeal with nothing to show for it; we… we will stay, and perhaps try to ask about my daughter.”

“This is definitely not where I thought POTluck would take me,” Kali laughed. As usual, she seemed to find the whole situation vaguely amusing instead of horrifying; she was like that a lot of the time.

POTluck had been good for all of them. As Raven tried to figure out what to do with herself, order a drink or just stand there like an awkward statue, she thought back to all those early evenings spent in the community center meeting room in the ring of chairs, sharing their thoughts and stories and anxieties. About their little trans babies. Though most of them were mothers of trans women, there were a few parents of trans men; a couple of confused dads, as well. Kali’s husband had attended a few meetings, but he acted so uncomfortable that it surprised no one when he stopped coming. Still better than Willow’s estranged spouse, who wanted nothing to do with his family at all. Mostly because of the group itself and what it represented. Raven was almost glad she was divorced…

Except Taiyang had been so good about this. Far better than Raven; he just accepted that sometimes you find out new things about people. One controversial truth their group had been working so hard on digesting was that their boys hadn’t “decided to be girls”; they always had been. They just didn’t know it, or didn’t have the words to explain who they were on the inside. The only choice involved was to be honest and open up to their parents, and to live their truth, or to keep hiding who they were for fear of backlash. Everyone in the group had been fortunate enough that their children were able to do the first option instead of being doomed to the second.

“Hey, Mommy,” purred a girl on roller skates with fluffy orange pigtails and streaks of blue in her fringe, carrying a tray of drinks. She also had a cat tail pinned to the back of her tight blue shorts, and a bulge in the front that made Raven's stomach flutter; she wasn’t used to those being so visible in such a public space. Even if it was attached to a girl half her age instead of a man. “Can I get you something?”

“Uhh… yeah, rum and coke.”

Glancing down and back up, she smirked. “You want something more than that?”

“What? No, get over yourself.” But when the girl frowned a little, she sighed. “Sorry. But I mean it, I just want a drink.”

“First time?” she asked. When Raven nodded, she smiled a little again. “I’m Neon. Ask me for anything, honey; doesn’t have to be a little pay-to-play. I get a lot of ‘let’s just talk’, too. I’m good at talking!”

“Obviously.” Honestly, she was sweet, but Raven felt too self-conscious to really enjoy the conversation. So she just nodded again with a tight smile that was probably more like a grimace, and Neon skated away to get her drink.

“Well, well, already working your magic, huh?”

“Can it, Kali.” The other woman laughed while Raven leaned back against the bar. “Here we are in dickgirl central.”

“We aren’t supposed to call them that,” Theia sighed, having already gotten a tonic water with a lime. It would be enough that the bartenders would leave her alone - for a while. Raven already knew how most strip clubs worked, and they definitely tried to make up for the lack of cover charge with high drink prices.

“What? Dickgirls? It’s not an insult, they’re girls with dicks. It’s the whole marketing scheme of this dump.”

“Some of these ‘dickgirls’ are our daughters,” Willow piled on. “They are trans women and they are beautiful, and not objects, or… or merchandise.” She sounded more like she was reading from a pamphlet. Then again, out of all of them, she had been the one to come in with the harshest, least-accepting attitude; she had made amazing progress in light of that beginning point.

“Alright!” Raven finally burst out. “Forget I said it. Just like… look at all these schlongs bouncing around. I’ve been to a male strip joint and seen less cock!”

“Agreed,” Kali muttered, unsurprisingly. The woman put on a good show of not being a bad girl but Raven saw through it; she was a secret slut, even if it was a fairly open secret.

Shivering slightly, Theia took a sip and whispered, “I’m trying not to look. Just scanning their faces. But… I admit, it’s hard to resist.”

“Isn’t this anti-feminist?” Willow blustered. “Even if these girls used to be boys, they’re still being exploited!”

“They were never boys,” Kali gently corrected, and Willow rolled her eyes - partly in annoyance at herself, of course. This happened often enough they knew it for what it was. “And sure, it’s exploitation, but they aren’t slaves - except maybe to capitalism. They’re just sacrificing their bodies to game the system, rob all these rich men of their hard-earned money. Look how much that tiny girl is getting.”

She was pointing toward the leftmost of the stages, where a very short girl with the right half of her brown hair dyed a soft pink hue was shaking her bare ass for the audience. Dollar bills of multiple denominations were raining down on her cheeks and thighs, caressing over the package dangling below. Unlike that Cinder girl, hers was soft and not terribly large, but it certainly didn’t seem to be hurting her bottom line.

“Maybe we should grow penises,” Willow muttered. “She must make a thousand a week at that rate.”

“Good luck with that one,” Raven snorted as Neon returned. “Hey, thanks. Um… here.”

She handed over a ten. Neon frowned a little and said, “Oh… no problem.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” she said with a small smile.

“No, it’s something. Not enough tip? Wow, Jesus, this place is a money sink.”

“Well…” She looked nervous, so Theia jumped in to save them both.

“How much was the drink itself, dear?”

Fidgeting for a second, she said, “Um… nine. But it’s cool, like, a ten is a nice round number!”

“Oh, no no,” she said, withdrawing a couple of ones. “Here, take these.”

“But um, you didn’t even order anything… I could get you something! Like, we don’t really advertise it, but we got some killer cheese fries! And jalapeño poppers, if you want a little spice!”

“That seems to be the theme of this club,” Willow said under her breath.

“Just take them,” Theia insisted with a soft smile. “And thank you for putting up with us newbies.”

As Neon smiled awkwardly, Raven suddenly blurted, “And let me get some of those fries.” Then she handed her a twenty. If the fries were somehow more than that, she would definitely be dwelling on the flaws in their economy.

“Cool!” the waitress piped up with a grin as she skated off, her brief anxieties about seeming disappointed with the low tip finally having evaporated. Raven wondered if it had all been a ploy… but she was trying not to be that jaded lately. For her family’s sake, such as it was.

With that out of the way for the time being, Raven turned her attention back to the stages as she took a long drink. Cinder was wrapping up, collecting her bills and winking at the audience. There were mostly men, but she spotted some other women; they weren’t that far out of the ordinary, at least. It gave her some comfort.

“How do you think she does it?”

Raven blinked as she was shaken from her thoughts and spared Kali a glance. “Does what?”

“Stays hard for the entire show. I mean, that’s quite a long time to maintain an erection - Viagra-warning long.”

“Not really. I mean, well… guess we don’t know how long she was dancing before we came in. But we’ve only been here about ten minutes.”

“Hmm, that’s true. I guess…”

Raven raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Well, I thought they had more trouble with this kind of thing,” Kali went on in an even quieter voice, her golden eyes flicking between the stages. “Girls like ours. The hormones interfere. But maybe it’s not that strange for them to be able to get it up if they’re letting it all hang out up there like that.”

“The ice-cream-haired girl isn’t,” she pointed out, nodding toward where she was flopping it in some young man’s face. He seemed thrilled. “Flaccid as a newborn.”

“Don’t say ‘newborn’,” Willow put in with a shiver. “This is already awkward enough!”

Kali laughed a little as she took her beer from the bar. “She was just joking. Besides, my guess is Ice Cream is about half-hard, from the shape. She’s just not very well-endowed.”

“Oh? Are you an expert?” When Kali only shrugged, the prissy woman shook her head hard. “I really do need a drink.”

“I thought you were going to stay dry tonight.”

“Dry? When we’re dealing with this? I really don’t think I can.”

“Willow,” Theia said gently, touching her on the forearm. “It’s alright if you need to go because you’re not feeling up to it; we can try another night.”

“No. This is already… I hate being here, I think this is horribly offensive and debauched. But I really don’t want to come back to this place ever again.” She turned back to the bar. “Do you serve wine in a dive like this?”

The goateed man laughed - a little harshly, probably due to the insult. “Plenty. Believe it or not, we run a high-class establishment. Figured if we were gonna sell something like this, we’d only succeed if we did it right.”

Willow curled her lip, but said, “A sound business decision. And it seems to be working.”

“What’ll it be?”

“Red. A French Sauvignon if you have it, but anything else will do.” As he messed around under the bartop, she said, “I must admit, I thought you’d have a lot more female patrons.”

“We get our fair share. But boys like girls; just how it is. Even if they’re a little, well, unconventional.”

“I… well… yes, I suppose… that’s true…”

Even though Willow was struggling, Raven knew she was doing her best. Out of the three of them, she was still the one who tended to still think of their girls as boys who were playing dress-up, and expected most men to think of them similarly. If she were being honest, Raven expected the same; men sucked. They always tended to be more judgmental, even if the club was currently full of men who were less so. That was surprising. But she supposed the bartender made a solid point.

And then all such thoughts were blown clear out of her head.

“Kali,” she breathed very quietly as she stepped away from the bar, leaving Willow to chat with the mixologist. Her other friend joined her. “That’s not Weiss, is it? She seems… I mean, either she’s had a lot of work done since I last saw a picture, or…”

Following her gaze up to the stage Cinder had recently vacated, she saw a voluptuous silver-haired beauty strutting out of the curtain, owning the spotlight easily. She was wearing a sort of stylized military uniform, though the clear heels definitely didn’t look military-issue. There was a slight bulge in the front of her slacks, but that was it. For now, at least.

“No, I don’t… you’re right, it’s been a while since we’ve seen her, but her frame was so much smaller. I doubt that’s her. Still, I can’t deny the resemblance…”

While they were watching, they heard Willow set down a wine glass heavily; the sound was all too familiar. “What are you two gawking at? Don’t tell me you actually enjoy…”