Mirrored out

Nice to see
you liked what I wrote so far, this chappie is an interlude and then we’re back
to naughtiness, or at least insanity-enjoy, and please remember to review.

Arigatou
gozaimasu!^^

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12.

“You hate
me, don’t you?”

Jou gave
her boss a half-lidded glare which the man replied with his broadest, most
reassuring grin.

“Iie, but they
love you. Come on, it’s just for this one time. What’cha say, huh?”

Jou thought
a moment, then replied:

“The Lounge
Room.”

Nod.

“In costume.”

Another
nod.

Jou pursed
her lips, then demanded:

“Weekend wage
plus ten percent, and I get a fifty grand extra for the dress-up.”

“What?
That’s ridiculous! Five percent and a ten are absolute max!”

“Ten
percent and twenty-five grand, or you can do it yourself!”

Her
employer grumbled and growled, then unwillingly conceded.

“Fine, you
got a deal. Damn, you look like a bombshell but bargain like a man.”

Jou flashed
her sharkiest grin, as she was handed part of her money.

“I’ll take
that as a compliment.”

Stuffing
the notes into her pants, she queried:

“Now, what
kind of dress-up are we talkin’ here? The school girl thing, a catsuit, dog
ears or the playboy bunny costume?”

She would
have paid serious money for being back at the gynecologist.

Hell, she
would have rathered the dog suit instead of this get-up.

Readjusting
her ridiculous costume, Jou took a deep, breath and, throwing open the door to
the Lounge Room, yelled:

“Gentlemen,
are you ready to-Samba!”

He was
dreaming.

There could
be no other explanation to this vision in a carnaval’s costume-Rio style-all
lamé and glitter and-skin.

When Kaiba
had brided the bar owner to have Jounouchi serve him and his associates in the
revealing costume, he had never imagined such a stunning outcome:

The dark,
rich red of the outfit accented the blonde’s slightly tanned complexion and
voluptous figure, the heels making her even taller than she already was.

Her pouty
lips were slapped with a fitting tone of crimson and her big brown eyes appeared
even larger with the help of a little shade and mascara.

Keeping her
brilliant smile firmly in place, Jou tried to ignore the shifting of her barely
existent thong cutting between her rear cheeks and the tickling of the feathers
adorned to it.

She already
had a hard time stopping her breasts from popping out the too small bikini top
and keeping the feathered hat in place, than to bother about the looks the men
gave her, when she bent down and served them their drinks.

And then
her sight fell on the CEO.

‘What the-?
Ok, that explains everythin’! When I get my hands on the baka-whoa, hold it
Jou, you can’t kill him here; first, there’s too many witnesses, second, it’d
be bad for your job-sides, I would have to clean up the mess all by myself.’

Pondering a
moment, Jou came up with the perfect revenge.

‘Accidentaly’
positioning her cleavage directly under Kaiba’s nose, she took a glass from the
tray and, pursing her lips, purred:

“Why,
Kaiba-kun, am I correct in the assumption that your favourite drink is ‘Pussy
Foot’? Or do you rather ‘Angel’s Tit?’

The
brunet’s widened eyes flew from the blonde’s face to her chest and back, before
he opened his mouth and-squeaked.

They
howled.

Yugi and
Yami were sitting in the kitchen, roaring with laughter.

Even
Sugoroku had to wipe away the tears running down his cheeks, when Jou retold
the Muutou’s exactly how Kaiba had reacted to his not so innocent question.

“I-I swear,
for five seconds all was dead-dead silent, and then Kaiba goes like:
Pu-Th-pu-‘French Kiss.’”

Yami
shrieked, even as Yugi fell off the chair.

“Bakura,
onegai, let me go!” begged Ryou.

“No way”,
snarled his yami, as he tied the poor, innocent boy to the lovers chair.

“You had me
declared crazy and locked me up in the loony bin! Do you have any idea
of the torture I had to endure?”

Giving a
last, sharp tug on the rope, Bakura nodded in satisfaction and brought himself
to eye level with Ryou.

“They made
me watch Kamikaze Jeanne, Wedding Peach and Sailormoon for three days straight.
I think it only fit, that you shared my suffering, ne?”

With that,
Bakura turned on the TV and DVD player, and Ryou’s chocolate eyes widened in
pure horror, when he saw what abomination appeared on the screen.

“No, no,
onegai, Bakura, anything but that! Even you can’t be that cruel!
Onegai! Please, Bakura, onegai, nooOOOOOO!!” screamed the poor teen, trashing
wildly against his bonds, as the opening theme from ‘Digimon’ blasted through
the living room.

But his
insane yami had long fled the house and, cackling madly, made his way to one of
his many secret hideouts, where he could continue his plot on claiming a
certain blonde.

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The drinks Jou
mentioned actually exist, go to any decent bar(if you’re legal) and order them-but
not all at once, or you won’t make it home!^^

And if you
do try them, leave the car at home and take the cab or bus-better safe than
sorry.