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Fae Tales	By : FieldDranzer Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 9840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, nor any of the characters in it. This story was written for my own enjoyment, nor do I make any money from writing this.

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A/N: Welcome to the second chapter of Fae Tales, the second of quite a few that are planned. I just have to stop being lazy. In this one, we take a step further into the club, to discover an event unlike any other. If only just because it allowed me to describe something fun, that ran the word count up a lot! As they say, it's showtime!~
In case people have forgotten, the main pairing is still Natsu/Lucy, with a platonic Mirajane on the side.
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Showtime

The slow ticking of a clock on the opposite side of the room reverberated through the minds of a handful of students, slowly rising up along its set path, moving ever so slightly forward towards the end of the lecture. By the front of the classroom, a middle aged man with scruffy orange hair and a fully groomed beard made his way through their biology pensum, explaining the atomic composition of every element known to man.

It would be on a test, he had said, but in fact, the students within the lecture hall knew of their eccentric teacher’s fascination with everything on a subatomic level. He simply enjoyed talking about it, that was the grand truth about the matter at hand.

Among the handful of students that hadn’t paid attention all day, a pink haired youth remained, one hand pressed against his cheek whilst the other rested atop his thigh. Natsu Dragneel was, if nothing else, bored out of his mind. In a sense, what their lecturer rambled on about could be important; to understand the chemical composition of the materials used in heat dampening foam, however, the way it was explained might have been what did it for him.

Allowing his mind to wander was perhaps an even more catastrophic thing than to actually pay attention in class. Over the course of the past two weeks, his life had changed in more ways than one. On his birthday, two weeks prior, Gray and Loke had brought him and a freshman with them to what he had assumed to be a nightclub downtown, however, stepping through the shaded doors leading into its front, the pinkette’s world had been flipped upside down.

A woman whose form stood out amongst the crowd haunted his mind, plagued his dreams, and warmed his heart whenever boredom overtook him. Lucy Heartfilia, he muttered to himself, quivering in his seat as the memories of the past two weeks raced through his mind once more.

He hadn’t intended to go there often, perhaps once a week, or every other week, but in the aftermath of his initial visit, the pink haired student had dropped by more times than he would openly admit; much to the amusement of his friends. Oh, how they had teased him for it over the weeks, poking fun at how he had fallen for a prostitute whose body was on sale more times a week than he could count.

With a shake of his head, Natsu steered himself clear of those thoughts, recounting what had happened instead.

Mirajane Strauss, a white haired woman whose vocal cords had put her amongst those qualified for the role of the Magnolia prima donna, had greeted him familiarly every single time he dropped by. At first, she had been polite, welcoming him with a curt smile upon her lips, before tilting her head to the side in amused bewilderment. From day one, he had asked for her, prodding at when her next opening would be, all the while pouting at her soft, melodic giggling.

Lucy Heartfilia was a busy woman, as Loke had insisted before, however, Natsu himself refused to give up there. On his visits, it would not be uncommon for him to stay a while, enjoying a drink by the bar before wandering out through the front. Somewhere along the road, between the flirtatious teasing of a woman he had come to know more personally, and the almost sympathetic looks of the blue haired bartender whose name he had learned to be Jellal Fernandez, Natsu had earned himself Mirajane’s phone number.

Whether it was her private or work phone mattered little, for regardless of when the two of them talked, the white haired woman always replied in a timely manner.

Zoning in to the lecture for the briefest moment, Natsu let loose a silent groan as his eyes traversed the digital whiteboard before them, filled to the brim with what he could only assume to be the chemical composition of a nuclear fission. Another sigh reached his ears from a nearby student; a sigh the orange haired lecturer promptly ignored.

Over the course of the last week, he had talked to Mirajane more than he had seen his friends, debating everything from the white haired woman’s fashion sense to the unusually warm weather, before dipping back down to when they would meet up face to face again. With his schedule cleared up, the pink haired man had contemplated taking another trip, but somewhere in the back of his head, he was reluctant to do so.

As if on cue, the smartphone within his pocket buzzed to life, humming twice within his jeans before being promptly fished out by an attention starved youth. Whether he placed the phone before him in silence, or openly used it for everyone to see, Gildarts Clive was without a doubt too taken with his own thesis on compression and disassembly to notice.

The first thing to meet his eyes was a banner notification, a text message, from a far too familiar name. Mirajane Strauss.

“There’s an open spot tonight, around 11pm. Mind meeting up?” The message was plain, simple, and to the point, but nonetheless, it made the barely attentive Natsu’s back straighten; his heart beating at a million miles an hour.

For as long as he had asked, Mirajane had remained tight lipped, shaking her head or giggling his comments away. Company policy, she had muttered, waving the inquiries about Lucy’s schedule away as easily as she did requests to bend over.

“Heading out when I can!” Was his only reply, pressing the send button before his mind had even realized what his fingers had done.

A few moments went by, silence stretched on in the message log between him and the proprietress of Fairy Tail, so much so that Natsu himself began to doubt whether or not replying so quickly had been a smart move…

… at least, that had been his thought until another buzz in the palm of his hand arose, his eyes immediately flew down to the newest message in his log with the proprietress. There was no label, no font, nor any text, but rather, an image for him to visibly flinch back from; hastily glancing around to see whether or not anyone had seen it.

It was a short video, taken from what he vaguely recalled to be the direction of the bar, perhaps from one of the stools. However, it was by no means a selfie of the one holding the phone, but rather, a view that made his head swoon. Seated no more than a few feet away, gyrating her hips atop the lap of a man whose appearance could not have mattered less, she met his eyes. Long, silky blonde hair fell down along her back in a ponytail, her chest, exposed in its entirety, jiggled slightly, and even as the camera zeroed in on her form, Lucy Heartfilia had the time of her life.

Trailing up along her luscious form, Natsu’s face was no more than an inch away from his screen, quivering as he held onto his phone in what had to be the least subtle way known to man. His fingers quivered, replaying the video once its five seconds were complete, before gulping audibly where he sat.

When his mind returned to the matter at hand, Natsu hastily closed down his phone, not at all concerned with whether or not anyone had seen the angel that had blessed his eyes. How much time he had spent there, eyes locked to the flimsy screen of his phone, pants strained so tightly that his arousal alone had threatened to break through his jeans, Natsu could not know, but another cautious peek down at the phone in his hand reaffirmed what he already knew.

Pausing for the briefest moment, Natsu reclined back in his seat, up along the rows upon rows of chairs and desks that formed an auditorium. Had anyone else paid him any mind, they would have seen the change from a student bored half to death, to a student whose attention was solely placed upon the notebook before him; the notebook, and the professor whose lecture was running long.

If he left college grounds around 10pm, he would arrive a little early. The walk from school to Fairy Tail was by no means long now that he knew the way there, nor did he believe there to be any traffic. It was a weekday, after all.

Flipping his phone over in his hands, it took him a moment to ponder whether or not to unlock the screen once more; so detailed was the mental image of his crush, gyrating atop what might as well have been his hips, pressing her bikini clad groin down against the swollen tent in his jeans…

With a violent shake of his head that drew more than one curious glance from nearby classmates, Natsu Dragneel steeled his nerves, swiping his thumb across the phone once more to unlock it anew. Below the video of her, Mirajane had sent a grinning devil emoji, asking the far too obvious question of whether or not he knew who she had referred to.

“You almost gave me a heart attack!” He jokingly typed back, adding an emoji for emphasis.

A few moments passed, with no real reply from the proprietress herself, but that was normal on occasion too.

The thought of asking her what she did between her downtime at the Magnolia Opera house and at the club had arisen on more occasions than one, but whether or not he should ask was a separate matter altogether. Mirajane Strauss had mentioned being the Prima Donna of Magnolia’s opera house in one of their many chats. Although, the thought of befriending a woman as famous as her had been a concern of his.

There weren’t many men named Dragneel in town, and even fewer had the prolific experience of running a casino. His father had done well over the years, finalizing business deals both in and outside of his own chosen field, to the point where the name Dragneel could be found in many businesses throughout the country. Much to Natsu’s chagrin.

On his phone, the conversation with Mira mellowed out a bit, and the lecture stretching on into infinity and beyond continued at its slow pace, Her plans for the evening were relatively simple, with no live shows taking up her time. From her vague replies around the subject, the pink haired man believed her to have something planned, but when it happened was likely long after he would head on home.

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“You’re seriously going back there tonight?” Gray asked from the other side of the bedroom, reclining back within a chair with a monitor pressed up against the wall; fingers mashing away at a controller.

“I’m just going out to check up on some stuff.” Natsu bit back, already feeling his excitement wane from the half judgmental, half teasing comment from his roommate. “So what if I went out there anyway?”

That had been the plan. To sneak out from the dormitory late at night and enjoy his time outside, however, be it the already meager patience leftover from school, or his lack of interest in staying behind to watch his roommate have sex, Natsu had become restless long before the time Mirajane had asked him to show up. Glancing upon a clock on the wall, a finely trimmed pink eyebrow quivered.

9pm…

Yanking a jacket off of a nearby chair, the pink haired student waved his hand on the way out, seemingly forgotten as Gray Fullbuster’s attention was returned to whatever game he had taken up that night. In truth, as Natsu all but stumbled his way out the door, despite their incessant bickering on the matter, he had a sneaking suspicion that his raven haired roommate would have loved to tag along, but their schedules were too different.

Whereas Natsu’s classes were centered around the afternoon, with only a few exceptions for the mornings, Gray’s classes began early and stretched through the afternoon, into the evening. On occasion, his friend had still been in class when Natsu had gone out to the club, but then again…

“Freaking playboy, rubbing off on him…” Loke Regulus had, without a doubt, begun to rub off on anyone he spent even a fraction of a second with. It wasn’t uncommon to come back to Loke having sex with one, sometimes two women, nor was it incomprehensible to be asked to join in… usually by the girls, but the annoyance was still there.

Absentmindedly, as his legs carried him down a flight of stairs and through a set of double doors that eventually led him out onto the central courtyard, his mind wandered elsewhere, far off into a world unlike their own. On Gray’s behalf, finding someone that would happily spend their time with him, be it the mornings, afternoons or even the nights would be ideal, but as far as he knew…

With a shrug and a laugh, Natsu shook the thought out of his head. He had yet to meet a woman that attentive and clingy.

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“Welcome~” A soft, cheerful voice echoed throughout the entryway as the doorway slid aside, accompanied by a gentle smile that made many a man’s heart melt at the sight. “You’ve come just in time for- wait, what are you doing here so early?”

Blinking her eyes a handful of times, Mirajane Strauss tilted her head to the side, unsure whether or not her internal clock was incorrect. Through the door, the pink haired youth whose phone number she had acquired appeared, a sheepish smile upon his lips with a nervous chuckle spilling forth from them at her words. Casting her gaze up towards a digital clock, hidden from view atop the darkened walls, the white haired proprietress once again reaffirmed that the clock had barely passed nine pm.

“Eh, one of my roommates was getting a little too nitpicky.” With a shrug of his shoulders, Natsu Dragneel turned his head aside, unsure whether to laugh or cry at the reality of those words.

Mirajane however, did nothing more than raise a groomed white eyebrow. “You never mentioned a roommate. The player type, a girl on each arm with one on their knees between his legs?”

For the briefest moment, the mental image of Loke, naked with the very scene laid out before him flashed through his mind, only to be violently shaken away. “Hey! I did not need to see that.” Feigning mock disgust, the bachelor shuddered internally. He truly, really did not need that sight.

Bursting out into a giggle fit however, the white haired woman before him did little more than smile his way, bending forward with her elbows pressed down upon the dark glass counter with a devilish smile upon her lips. “Well~ Lucky you, you came right on time~”

Tilting his head to the side, Natsu Dragneel stared straight ahead at her tittering form… before his eyes at last slid further down.

Mirajane Strauss had never stood out as the type to dress modestly at work, not to him at the very least, and that day was by no means an exception to the rule. However, contrary to the bodysuits and frilly skirts he had grown accustomed to seeing her in, her outfit that day left even less to the imagination.

A string bikini would leave less of her body exposed, by his mental comparison. Black, sleek leather straps ran down the length of her form, from the pinnacle of her dainty neck, down and around her voluptuous breasts, atop her bright, pink nipples in a vain attempt to cover them up, before cascading down along her stomach in a crisscross pattern. Past her blatantly exposed navel and a hint of abs, down and around her slender waist, until at long last, the leather bands of her outfit conjoined at the apex of her thighs; forming something akin to the skimpiest panties he had ever seen.

Gulping heavily where he stood, Natsu’s eyes drifted down, then up, swiping down towards her bulging breasts once more, before forcibly tearing his eyes away. Her outfit was nothing if not temptation itself, made for the sole purpose of luring men and women to ogle her from afar.

“Do you like my outfit?” Her voice, silky and smooth, reached his ears at last, snapping Natsu’s eyes back towards her own gleaming orbs; accompanied by a devilish smile that sent a shiver down his spine.

Opening his mouth, the pinkette remained in place, unable to make up so much as a joke before promptly snapping his lips shut once more. Again, he tried, but once again, his mind short circuited. Upon a third attempt however, any flirtatious comment was thrown aside. “That still counts as an outfit?” He drily asked, practically oozing smoke from his ears.

Giggling at his lackluster response, the white haired proprietress stepped out and around the counter that functioned as a reception desk, bowing her head with a flourish of her hands, before nonchalantly spinning around. Her outfit extended behind her back as well, but to a much more revealing degree. Only a singular cross of leather straps moved up from her chest, towards her shoulders before undoubtedly falling down once more. The entirety of her back was left exposed, smooth and unblemished, however…

Wiggling back and forth where she stood, the juiciest, softest ass presented itself before his unwavering eyes, left completely bare save for a singular strap that appeared from the valley that was her ass. Up and around her waist, he dimly noted, but once more, his attention was drawn towards her rear itself. Briefly, he pondered whether or not he would even be able to breathe if she settled down upon his face, but a pulse within his pants forced him to throw that thought away.

Spinning around on the balls of her naked feet, Mirajane Strauss giggled at his blank expression, knowing full well that he had stared for quite some time. “You’re a little early, but right on time! Come, come~” Winding her arms around his right elbow, Natsu tensed up as his forearm was happily snuggled between a set of pillowy breasts; squished to euphoria and back.

“On time for w-what?” Cursing himself inwardly, the pinkette allowed himself to be tugged through the open archway leading into the adjacent room.

“For the show, of course! Three times a week, four girls take their time on stage, putting on a show of their choosing for everyone to see~” Nodding his head from the side, Natsu couldn’t help but peer down at the woman by his side; a devious grin upon her pink, plump lips as she hurriedly pulled him towards the bar.

Standing firm behind the great counter that was the bar itself, Jellal gave the pink haired man a surprised look, glancing between him and the woman giggling by his side. So far, Natsu himself had never been there so close to the actual opening, but the blue haired man whose face was adorned by a dark red tribal tattoo remained the same as always; steadfast and soft spoken.

“Would you and your friend like a drink, Mira?” He spoke up the moment the duo came within range, flashing the white haired proprietress a smile, blatantly ignoring the attire she wore.

Off from the side, Natsu overheard Mirajane’s reply, making a mental note not to tell the woman too much. Her own drink was soft, made more for the enjoyment of the flavor than to get drunk, but for him… whiskey, on the rocks, with a waterback. She had remembered his favored drink, despite him only ever telling her once.

When the order was made, Jellal went to work, both hands flying along the counter in a flurry of motion, mixing together more liquor than Natsu had ever cared to notice before, likely for what Mirajane had wanted. However, even before he could enjoy that sight in full, the already dimmed lights faded away into nothingness, leaving only what appeared to be candlelights along the center stage; although he himself knew that they were of the electric sort.

“Want me to give you a little rundown of the ones upstage?” Mirajane inquired, more so wanting to talk to her newest friend than anything else. “One of them tonight is really dear to me~”

Settling down beside the dominatrix atop a stool by the bar, Natsu mulled her suggestion over for a bit, contemplating it before simply nodding his head affirmatively. He hadn’t seen Lucy there yet, despite subtly glancing around in search of her, so perhaps she didn’t work that night?

From behind a curtain against the far wall, a woman made her way forth. Long, tanned legs and a pair of impossibly tight booty shorts adorned her form, a slender stomach with the faintest trace of abs ascended up towards a black bra, akin to what one might see on a beach. Cascading down her back however, a long mane of dark chocolate brown hair fell, framing the face of the first dancer to appear onstage.

“Cana Clive, a woman you’ll see more of in public than in private.” Mirajane began, directing the pinkette’s gaze towards the scene. “You might want to pay attention, or you’ll lose out on every man’s wet dream~”

Furrowing his eyebrows for a second, Natsu returned his attention to the stage, albeit half heartedly. Didn’t he know someone named Clive…?

From the moment her bare feet graced the scene, Cana had sauntered along with a subtle sway to her hips, one hand firmly planted upon it even as she approached a brass pole at the end of the stage. Long, confident strides brought her closer, a soft, soothing smile adorned her lips, and even as she approached the end of the stage, the hand upon her hip roamed up behind her back.

In a rush of cloth that left Natsu’s eyes wide agape, the bra that had withheld her bust was undone, tossed aside to a nearby patron by the edge of the stage. Large, fully rounded breasts, tanned to a bronze-like degree, jiggled as she drew closer still, capped by a pair of dark brown nipples that left even Natsu’s lips dry. The moment she closed in on the pole, her free hand burst out, caressing the brass pole itself as she all but pulled herself towards it.

Watching on from the sidelines, Natsu quirked an eyebrow, receiving a light, playful elbow against his sides as their drinks were served behind their backs. On the backswing towards the catwalk of the stage, Cana dropped down, squatting upon the scene with the pole enveloped by her voluptuous breasts. From where she now stood, a kiss was blown towards a particular group of chairs, the occupants of which had-

“Is it common to do… that?” Natsu mouthed out to Mirajane, subtly pointing her in the direction of the men whose pants were pulled down; cocks in hand as Cana arched her back onstage.

Peering past his cautious finger, the white haired proprietress looked on with a slight smile upon her lips, one that appeared… devilish, in a way, to the pinkette himself. “Oh, I’m sure they’re enjoying themselves early. They seldom get a chance to finish during private sessions.”

Tempted beyond belief to inquire what she meant, a soft thud brought his attention down towards his lap, eyes narrowed, confusion written out across his face. With a single hand, Natsu Dragneel reached down to hold up what appeared to be a set of denim shorts, reminiscent of the ones Cana had-

With a set of wide eyes, Natsu’s attention returned back to the stage before them; up towards the woman whose naked, unblemished form spun around a brass pole. Through the soft tune of a song he didn’t care to remember, a woman’s moan spilled forth from the scene, accompanied by another swing around the pole. Past the once forbidden zone that was her waistline, Cana’s rear curved out ever so slightly, soft, squishy cheeks put on full display as she once again arched her back until her head was about to touch the floor itself.

Using her grip on the pole alone, the tanned, now fully naked woman continued to arch down, wrapping her legs languidly around the pole itself as her breasts, stomach, thighs and legs were put on full display. The only thing he couldn’t see from there was the apex of her legs, though in hindsight, he had no doubt that it was pressed flat against the surface of the brass pole.

“Cana has a massive exhibitionism kink,” Mirajane’s voice broke him free from the stupor he had locked himself up in, naturally twisting his head aside to look at her instead. “Clothes aren’t mandatory here, but she’s… a special case. If we didn’t ask her to wear something, she would be a blissful little mess on the floor~”

Blinking his eyes twice at that little nugget of information, Natsu returned his eyes to the scene before them, just in time for Cana to pull herself back onto her feet with her hands alone; all the while pressing her groin against the metallic pole with a gleeful grin upon her lips.

The moment her bare feet touched down upon the floor of the stage, her hands reached up to hover above her mouth, blowing a kiss straight ahead before whirling around on the balls of her feet. Absentmindedly, Natsu peered down upon the booty shorts in his lap, unsure whether she would come to collect her clothes or not…

“Wouldn’t mind giving her a ride, would you?” The question from his right however, broke him free from that concerned train of thought.

With a twitching eyebrow, Natsu Dragneel gently placed the booty shorts atop the counter, half noticing the swiftness with which Jellal whisked them away behind the counter. Before he could so much as open his mouth to respond however, a sight out of the corner of his eye made his jaw drop.

Sauntering through the archway leading into the more private area, the area wherein Lucy Heartfilia had given him a taste of what could be his, the selfsame subject of their conversation made her way forth. A hand placed atop her hip, a broad smile stretched across her lips, Cana Clive swayed her hips just enough to make even Natsu’s eyes fall down upon them.

Up close, his eyes could roam along her form to his heart’s content; a throbbing within his pants signaling that his lower head agreed with the thoughts of his upper head. A subtle sway drew his attention closer however, and with a now parched throat, he could only rasp out a muffled gasp as his eyes were given free reigns to pilfer and plunder the sight that was Cana’s womanhood.

“Hey, Mira. Weren’t you heavily booked today, show and all?” The brown haired woman greeted, blatantly oblivious or uncaring about the dozens of eyes upon her unblemished, lightly tanned body.

As soon as their conversation began, Natsu’s own battle continued, trying to tear his eyes away from a sight that his voice of reason chided him for enjoying. Aside from the hairless little slit, glistening from its own arousal, her legs went on forever, descending down and down until even he grew weary of looking on. Above the wide, curvaceous thighs and hips, a flat, toned stomach sent a shiver down his spine, though not before his eyes feasted upon the heft that was her breasts; large, fully rounded, capped with a set of light brown nipples.

“So, who’s the stud?” Cana’s direct, rambunctious voice snapped Natsu free from his daze long enough to blink his eyes. Standing directly in front of Mirajane, Cana Clive’s eyes were locked onto his, or more specifically, the bulge within his trousers.

“He’s just a friend, here for a good time.” Mirajane replied for him, tugging on his arm gently while flashing the now completely naked dancer a wry grin. For the briefest moment, the pinkette could have sworn to have seen sparks fly, but as quickly as that premonition arose...

“Anywho, I’ll be off to do a bit of good old fashioned humpin” With a wave of her hand, Cana disappeared, sauntering into the nearby crowd, making a beeline towards a particular patron seated within a booth.

To Natsu however, their conversation before his mind was returned had been eternal. How long had he sat there, struggling to tear his eyes away? What little remained in his frazzled, flustered mind was the singular thought that she had been the first dancer for the night.

“You really should give her a chance. Minus the clothing, she’s quite sweet. A bit romantic, but hey, you don’t mind, do you?~” Off to the side, a teasing remark was sent his way along with an arm that wrapped itself around his waist, easing the two a tiny bit closer as a separate song began to play in the background.

Perking up at the familiar tunes, Natsu Dragneel prepared himself for another show of depravity, expecting someone as well endowed, as curvaceous, and easily more depraved than the lightly tanned woman whose ass he could see on a table on the opposite side of the room.

The woman that sauntered out however, did no more than remind him of his college. Smooth, creamy thighs were exposed for everyone to see, made paler still by the light that focused only on her. Long legs stretched on for a bit, equally pale, adorned by what appeared to be sneakers at first; cyan and white in color. As his eyes slid further up however, the ball of lead within his throat fell down into his gullet, exploding with nervous glee.

A frilly skirt, cyan in color, swayed around in time with well placed steps, small, jiggling motions causing it to flutter dangerously high before returning to place. Her midriff was left exposed, equally pale, spotless and toned as her lower half had been, before a second article of cloth obscured the view of her chest. Akin to her shoes, the top was oddly covering, tight enough to put her modest chest on display, while still leaving a bit to the imagination.

What stumped him the most was without a doubt the logo of the establishment, printed atop the valley of her breasts, along with the name Fairy Tail embroidered underneath it.

The woman stepped forth, sauntering towards the brass pole that had so recently been used as a means to get off, before enveloping it with a sleek, genteel hand; thin fingers caressing its metallic surface with a bright smile plastered upon her lips. A moment thereafter, as his eyes completed their pleasant inspection of the woman that couldn’t be older than him, his eyes landed upon her hair. Short and white, pristine and straight, covering her forehead while hanging behind her back, tied up into a set of pixie cut twintails.

“My sister, Lisanna,” Mirajane supplied, responding even before he could utter a word. “She is a college student, per say, but she might have found a different calling~” Whispering the final bit into his ear, the white haired proprietress did little more than tug his arm closer towards her chest, enveloping it with her bountiful breasts.

Atop the stage, the one whose name was revealed to be Lisanna circled around the pole, slowly swinging her gaze left then right, all until they landed upon their little corner of the room; a wide smile stretching out her thin, pale pink lips.

In a flurry of motion, her show began, starting off with what could seem akin to ballet at first, before the hand hanging onto the pole pulled her around. Traditional motions, much more akin to what he had come to expect from a strip club, were put on display. A leg wound itself around the pole, pushing off with her other, spinning around it in a way that once again caused her flimsy skirt to hike up, appearing to flash the world what she wore beneath, before behaving ever so slightly.

Although, that was where the swinging ended, and her form once more changed pace. Descending down from the pole, her sneaker clad feet were like the gentlest crane, barely setting foot upon the floor before sliding down into a split, fluently arching her back until her top bulged out. From the split to the arch, her arms fell down upon the ground behind her back, and even from where he sat, Natsu’s eyes were captivated by what she did next.

Ascending from her arched position, Lisanna pushed herself back until she formed a bridge with her back, arching it further and further until, with her palms fastened upon the floor, she pushed herself back into a summersault. The gasps that reverberated from the crowd to her right and at the center caused Natsu’s eyebrows to shoot up, but before he could complain, the white haired youth paused, facing the crowd head on even as her left leg began to hoist itself upward.

With more flexibility than Natsu himself could ever obtain, Lisanna remained in place, one leg raised until her ankle practically touched her forehead, exposing the underneath of her skirt for him and Mirajane to see. Smooth, creamy skin, unblemished thighs as soft as silk, and a womanhood put on full display, hairless and glistening, for Natsu and Mirajane alone to behold.

As quickly as her leg was raised, it returned down to the ground, a proper bow and a flirtatious wink was sent towards her audience before she bounced away towards the back of the stage; leaving more than one audience member with a bleeding nose. She hadn’t received the same reception as Cana, but from where he sat, he could understand why. Lisanna had kept her clothes on, despite showing her audience what they craved but could not have.

“Is she coming out too?” Natsu asked halfheartedly, unable to keep his legs spread much longer. The bulge in his jeans was far too apparent, straining his pants to the point where anyone would be able to tell, despite the lack of light.

“Mm… don’t think so, no. Why?” Flashing him a flirtatious grin, Mirajane rubbed the arm between her voluptuous tits, reaching up to tilt his face to the side. “Got a little hard seeing my little sis’ pussy, huh?~”

Rolling his eyes at her obvious taunt, Natsu closed his legs nonetheless, attempting to dissuade Mirajane from prying further into what, exactly, had gotten hard. “Not at all, just… isn’t it normal to come out for private sessions?”

For the briefest moment, the flirtatious look of a seductress disappeared from Mira’s expression, replaced in its entirety by an expression of genuine enjoyment. Placing a dainty, manicured finger against her chin, the white haired woman tittered where she sat, choosing to leave his question hanging while reaching around for her specialized drink.

Spinning around in the barstool, Natsu eased his arm free from the tight embrace that was Mirajane’s bosom, reaching for his drink. “You might want to look back now.” Was his only warning, a genteel reminder from the blue haired bartender whose hands were a perpetual blur of motion.

Furrowing his eyebrows at the reminder, Natsu gulped down a mouthful of his whiskey, leaving it on his tongue even as its fiery flavor burned whatever the liquid touched. When he once again faced the stage however, the pink haired bachelor sorely wished he had taken a sip of water as well.

The lights were dim, the music was quiet. All throughout the central room of the brothel known only as Fairy Tail, the mood had intensified, appearing almost as a sensation one could touch if they reached out their hand. Between the exhibitionist Cana and the bright and bubbly cheerleader, Lisanna, the final person for the night would have quite the competition.

Although, sitting where he did, the pinkette could do little more than gawk when a foot eased through the dark purple curtains separating the stage from the central room.

Easing through the curtains, first came a foot, bared and pristine save for a set of green bands wrapped around its ankle, before the rest of a woman’s leg followed suit. Toned, taut skin appeared, accompanied by a thigh that most women could only dream to have, before at long last, from where he sat, Natsu Dragneel’s heart burst to life within his chest; his heartbeat doubling its innate pace as his eyes shot wide awake.

Clad in little more than a flimsy floral loincloth with two thin golden beads wrapped around her waist and hips, a woman whose figure was beyond compare stepped forth. A flat, toned stomach, shaped into the most serene hourglass on the planet, appeared next. Two breasts, round and full, were hidden by what appeared akin to the loincloth; a floral printed pastel purple piece of cloth that strained beneath the heft that was her bust.

Yet, when his heart was at its bursting point, her face came into view, and with it, the dimmed lights flashed back to their full force, focusing solely upon her swaying figure. Briefly, the sight of two golden armbands caught his gaze, along with a matching golden choker, but at that point in time, the cock throbbing within his pants refused to quiet down.

Spinning around on the balls of her feet, Lucy Heartfilia’s double sided loincloth fluttered just enough to let the crowd see a pair of matching panties beneath, hiding naught but her womanhood and an ounce of her soft, bubbly butt. Her hair, the color of spun gold, was tied up into twin tails, thin and long, reaching so far down that Natsu himself was worried her hair would be defiled by the ground.

Swaying and swinging around atop the scene, the blonde haired goddess descended down the walkway, completing a full pirouette, one leg raised behind her as she balanced all of her weight upon her left foot.

In a rush of speed, Lucy slid down from her pose, gliding down until the whole of her body was laid down upon the walkway; a silky hand reaching out to cup the chin of a mesmerized patron. As quickly as she lowered herself to the mortals that surrounded her however, she once again arose, jumping off towards the brass pole that was but a hindrance to her fluid motions.

For the briefest moment, as her bubbly behind all but touched down against the ground, the golden haired dancer swiveled her eyes towards the bar, locking eyes with the smiling proprietress, as well as her pink haired guest. The moment their eyes met, Natsu’s body froze, but even before he could realize whether or not it had truly happened, the dancer moved on with her performance.

Pushing herself back up into a standing position, Lucy’s arms went out in opposite directions, spinning around languidly with her every step forward. Beneath the scantily covering pieces of cloth atop her chest, her breasts jiggled with her every twirl, sending a wave of enjoyment through the crowd. One leg arose from the floor, exposing the pastel purple panties beneath for a nearby patron, before said leg spun around; causing her loincloth to flutter in the air.

Sashaying onward, it took her no time at all to reach the center of the stage, bucking her hips back and forth as her theatrical performance twisted into a more stylized bellydance.

Hands pressed up against the back of her head, Lucy Heartfilia put all that she was on display, wiggling back and forth onstage in the most breathtaking way…

… yet, when the music quieted down and the dancer herself blew a kiss towards the crowd, it was as if the collective audience was reminded to breathe. With a heavy whoosh, one could practically hear everyone present let loose a breath they hadn’t realized they were holding. Natsu himself was no exception to this.

Turning his head aside to follow her every step towards the back of the stage, Natsu quivered atop his stool; the whiskey behind his back all but forgotten as his wide, disbelieving eyes swiveled towards the proprietress by his side.

With the most devious smile he had seen from the woman so far, Mirajane whispered a single sentence into his ear; words so sweet that even the melodic tones of a harp would never match their impact.

“She’s coming~”
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