Always the Same
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Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,558
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 2
I do not claim any of the characters except Flo and my OC. They both belong to me.
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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 with me waking in a cold sweat. It had gotten to the point where I would do anything, everything really, to exhaust myself so completely so I wouldn’t dream. I partied and drank so much; I was scared that I would end up street grease one night. 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 I found my release. I was you 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 paled in comparison to the dream that I fought desperately to avoid but it helped some. 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 night. Flo was done for the night and she has changed out of her costume. We shared one the larger dressing rooms that had its own bath, with shower. The scent of cigarette smoke and perfume wafted in the air. My nose twitched at the conflicting scents but I had gotten used to them.
“He was back again tonight. I wish he’d grow up with his fetishes. I’m getting tired of smelling like baby powder and castor oil.” I complained. “I never would 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. She glanced at me from the mirror and saw the tension in my face. Her eyes saddened as she turned to face me.
“Actually, he’s the easiest. Wrap him in a diaper, smear ‘food’ on his face and then scold him. Spank him for making messes for ‘mommy’ to clean, 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.”
“Plus, it gives him 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 are ‘marked’ solely for his pleasure?” I asked as I glanced at the butterfly birthmark on her left shoulder, not covered by the dress. She was hardly able to control the tension in her body. I wondered what she had on her mind.
Flo shuddered as she slid into her shoes. She did it sensuously; she knew I was watching and checking out her 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 thick skull that it’s just a butterfly and not that flamin’ Great Moth of his! I may have to give in to 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 to act like a puppy and piddle on the floor so he can spank me with a rolled up newspaper. If I do this, I plan to draw the line at ‘Fetch’…I’ve heard stories. Where do they come up with this crap anyway?”
“Don’t give in. Wheeler is such a bastard. Give him a chance and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. He’s sick that way. I pretty sure we can figure out how to deal with that Weevil asshole. Let me think about it and I’ll let you know what I come up with.” I said as I rolled my shoulders forward and tried to ease the tension in my neck. I sighed. She moved closer and reached for me. I turned my back to her but I could still see her reflection in the mirror. She had a sad frown on her face.
“I wish we could figure out what’s going on in your head. I worry about you a lot when you have these late night ‘rehearsals’. Don’t get me wrong…your acts are the most erotic I have ever seen. But, I see you looking like hell and it concerns me. Do you want to talk about it sometime?” She tried to catch my eyes but I didn’t let her. I wanted to talk but I had no idea where to begin. When I finally looked up at her reflection in the mirror, I shook my head.
“Well, I’m here when you’re ready…just don’t forget.” Flo rubbed my back as she leaned in to kiss me good-bye. She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She knew where our relationship stood but it wouldn’t stop her from trying.
“Don’t let the 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. I bowed my head in front of the make-up mirror and supported myself with both hands.
“If you only knew…”
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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 with me waking in a cold sweat. It had gotten to the point where I would do anything, everything really, to exhaust myself so completely so I wouldn’t dream. I partied and drank so much; I was scared that I would end up street grease one night. 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 I found my release. I was you 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 paled in comparison to the dream that I fought desperately to avoid but it helped some. 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 night. Flo was done for the night and she has changed out of her costume. We shared one the larger dressing rooms that had its own bath, with shower. The scent of cigarette smoke and perfume wafted in the air. My nose twitched at the conflicting scents but I had gotten used to them.
“He was back again tonight. I wish he’d grow up with his fetishes. I’m getting tired of smelling like baby powder and castor oil.” I complained. “I never would 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. She glanced at me from the mirror and saw the tension in my face. Her eyes saddened as she turned to face me.
“Actually, he’s the easiest. Wrap him in a diaper, smear ‘food’ on his face and then scold him. Spank him for making messes for ‘mommy’ to clean, 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.”
“Plus, it gives him 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 are ‘marked’ solely for his pleasure?” I asked as I glanced at the butterfly birthmark on her left shoulder, not covered by the dress. She was hardly able to control the tension in her body. I wondered what she had on her mind.
Flo shuddered as she slid into her shoes. She did it sensuously; she knew I was watching and checking out her 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 thick skull that it’s just a butterfly and not that flamin’ Great Moth of his! I may have to give in to 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 to act like a puppy and piddle on the floor so he can spank me with a rolled up newspaper. If I do this, I plan to draw the line at ‘Fetch’…I’ve heard stories. Where do they come up with this crap anyway?”
“Don’t give in. Wheeler is such a bastard. Give him a chance and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. He’s sick that way. I pretty sure we can figure out how to deal with that Weevil asshole. Let me think about it and I’ll let you know what I come up with.” I said as I rolled my shoulders forward and tried to ease the tension in my neck. I sighed. She moved closer and reached for me. I turned my back to her but I could still see her reflection in the mirror. She had a sad frown on her face.
“I wish we could figure out what’s going on in your head. I worry about you a lot when you have these late night ‘rehearsals’. Don’t get me wrong…your acts are the most erotic I have ever seen. But, I see you looking like hell and it concerns me. Do you want to talk about it sometime?” She tried to catch my eyes but I didn’t let her. I wanted to talk but I had no idea where to begin. When I finally looked up at her reflection in the mirror, I shook my head.
“Well, I’m here when you’re ready…just don’t forget.” Flo rubbed my back as she leaned in to kiss me good-bye. She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She knew where our relationship stood but it wouldn’t stop her from trying.
“Don’t let the 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. I bowed my head in front of the make-up mirror and supported myself with both hands.
“If you only knew…”