Always the Same
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
3,045
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
There are some innuendos in this chapter (F/F) but no naughties-just a little nakeds. I don't claim to know a lot about fetishes other than from what I've read. Please let me know what you think. DISCLAIMER: I do not claim the Yugioh characters mentioned in this chapter-just Flo, who's a figment, and myself (I need to get a life). Oh yeah, one swear word too.
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Chapter 2
I didn’t remember much of my life before I arrived in town. Well, almost nothing-there was always the dream. Many a night passed that ended up with me waking in a cold sweat. It had gotten to the point where I would do anng, ng, everything really, to exhaust myself completely and I wouldn’t dream. I partied and drank so much; I was scared that I would wind up street grease. Then, I found the gig.
From the outside, it looked like any gentlemen’s club you’d pass on the drag. Once you paid the entrance fee, however, it became a totally different world. No matter what twisted, sick fetish you were a slave to, the club catered to the needs of the clients. It was here that I found my release. I was your best choice if you were looking for a dominant, a submissive, or merely an object to sacrifice to your obsession. I threw myself into the debauched cesspool both physically and mentally. The things my clients came up with were pale in comparison to the dream I fought desperately to avoid. Bakura and Marik headlined me as “Dark Star of Ishtar”. In a bizarre way, I was grateful.
I walked backstage after the club closed one evening. Flo was done for the night and she had changed out of her costume. We shared one of the larger dressing rooms that had its own shower and bath.
“He was back again tonight. I wish he’d grow up in his fetishes. I’m getting tired of smelling like baby powder and castor oil.” I complained. “I would never have imagined that was all it took to get Devlin off.”
“Well, you can’t complain too much. Isn’t he one of your easier clients?” she asked as she pulled her knit dress down to cover her naked body.
“Actually, he is the easiest. Wrap him in a diaper, smear ‘food’ on his face, and then scold him. Spank him for making the mess, change him, and send him home with a lighter wallet.”
“No pain or strain for you. I’ve always wondered why you saved him for last.”
“And he has an excuse to throw a temper tantrum for an additional spanking.” I added. “Beats that creepy Weevil guy who’s bugging you. Does he still go on about how you were ‘marked’ solely for his pleasure?” I asked as I glanced at the butterfly birthmark on her thigh.
Flo shuddered and slid into her shoes. She did it so sensuously; she knew I was watching her do and checking out the shoes as well. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I needed friends more than lovers and I knew she was attracted to me. My life was already complicated enough.
“I can’t get it through his think skull that it’s just a butterfly and not that flamin’ Great Moth of his! I may have to give into Wheeler’s demands to get him to tell Weevil that I’m not working when he walks in.”
“Is he still wanting you to wear that collar and let him treat you like a…dog?” I asked as I took the frilly apron of my costume off. I couldn’t wait to get into the shower.
“Yup. Only he wants me to act like a puppy and piddle on the floor so he can spank me with a rolled up newspaper. But, I plan to draw the line at ‘Fetch’…I’ve heard stories. Where do they come up with all this crap anyway?”
Flo grabbed her purse as she headed for the door. She rubbed my back as she kissed me good-bye. She knew what our relationship was but it wouldn’t stop her from trying.
“Don’t let them work you too hard. I can’t imagine what demons you’re running from if it takes both Bakura and Marik to wear you out.” Flo sighed.
“If you only knew…”
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Chapter 2
I didn’t remember much of my life before I arrived in town. Well, almost nothing-there was always the dream. Many a night passed that ended up with me waking in a cold sweat. It had gotten to the point where I would do anng, ng, everything really, to exhaust myself completely and I wouldn’t dream. I partied and drank so much; I was scared that I would wind up street grease. Then, I found the gig.
From the outside, it looked like any gentlemen’s club you’d pass on the drag. Once you paid the entrance fee, however, it became a totally different world. No matter what twisted, sick fetish you were a slave to, the club catered to the needs of the clients. It was here that I found my release. I was your best choice if you were looking for a dominant, a submissive, or merely an object to sacrifice to your obsession. I threw myself into the debauched cesspool both physically and mentally. The things my clients came up with were pale in comparison to the dream I fought desperately to avoid. Bakura and Marik headlined me as “Dark Star of Ishtar”. In a bizarre way, I was grateful.
I walked backstage after the club closed one evening. Flo was done for the night and she had changed out of her costume. We shared one of the larger dressing rooms that had its own shower and bath.
“He was back again tonight. I wish he’d grow up in his fetishes. I’m getting tired of smelling like baby powder and castor oil.” I complained. “I would never have imagined that was all it took to get Devlin off.”
“Well, you can’t complain too much. Isn’t he one of your easier clients?” she asked as she pulled her knit dress down to cover her naked body.
“Actually, he is the easiest. Wrap him in a diaper, smear ‘food’ on his face, and then scold him. Spank him for making the mess, change him, and send him home with a lighter wallet.”
“No pain or strain for you. I’ve always wondered why you saved him for last.”
“And he has an excuse to throw a temper tantrum for an additional spanking.” I added. “Beats that creepy Weevil guy who’s bugging you. Does he still go on about how you were ‘marked’ solely for his pleasure?” I asked as I glanced at the butterfly birthmark on her thigh.
Flo shuddered and slid into her shoes. She did it so sensuously; she knew I was watching her do and checking out the shoes as well. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I needed friends more than lovers and I knew she was attracted to me. My life was already complicated enough.
“I can’t get it through his think skull that it’s just a butterfly and not that flamin’ Great Moth of his! I may have to give into Wheeler’s demands to get him to tell Weevil that I’m not working when he walks in.”
“Is he still wanting you to wear that collar and let him treat you like a…dog?” I asked as I took the frilly apron of my costume off. I couldn’t wait to get into the shower.
“Yup. Only he wants me to act like a puppy and piddle on the floor so he can spank me with a rolled up newspaper. But, I plan to draw the line at ‘Fetch’…I’ve heard stories. Where do they come up with all this crap anyway?”
Flo grabbed her purse as she headed for the door. She rubbed my back as she kissed me good-bye. She knew what our relationship was but it wouldn’t stop her from trying.
“Don’t let them work you too hard. I can’t imagine what demons you’re running from if it takes both Bakura and Marik to wear you out.” Flo sighed.
“If you only knew…”