Burning Desires

[Anonymous]

A burst of flame lit the change rooms nestled behind the scenes of Red Lit Desires, well hidden from sight and sound to preserve the ‘mystery’. Rika didn’t really see where the mystery in women getting naked and dancing in exchange for money was, but who cares? Oh well, she did what they told her and got ridiculous tip money for doing it.

She stood in a corner apart from the many tables and mirrors, the charred remains of clothing hanging off her shoulders. “Damnit. Roland,” she said to the small man standing a safe distance from her, “This isn’t working. I can’t burn these fast enough for it to be impressive. What else yah got?” As he dug into a clothing rack carrying an assortment of lingerie and costumes Rika busied herself with pulling off the remaining strands of her last attempt off and tossing them into a pile of similar blackened bits of fabric. With his head still submerged in underwear, Roland’s muffled voice called out to her, “What about something sheer? You can burn that quickly.” She sighed, “Yes Roland, but it’s the straps, the straps screw me, and there’s nothing sexy about a girl standing there in a burnt bra strap.”

“Yes, yes, yes…..but what about…uh…this!” The little man emerged triumphantly bearing a sheer black micro dress. Rika simply quirked an eyebrow at it, making Roland roll his eyes and explain as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “Yes I know you want to go from entirely covered to nude in a single burst, but this is only the base! If I use this and just add more layers, it should stay easily combustible and be completely covering.” He grinned at her, obviously pleased with his new idea.

“Mmm...alright. Make sure it covered me head to toe though, I don’t want a single piece of skin showing until BAM!”  With that she exploded again, flames bursting from every inch of her lightly tanned skin. Her hair moved like fire, but it was just red hair, and the lava marks on her feet, calves, forearms and in the fold beneath each breast looked like they were hard and rough, but were in fact just skin patterns.

Rika had no problem hanging around in the buff when Roland trotted off to make her costume, which would inevitably have to be remade every time she used it. She’d always been happy being naked, which had probably come from a childhood of incinerating her clothing every time she sneezed. It was fun, it was exhilarating. She was hot, and she knew it, and she liked other people knowing it too, which was of course why she worked here. Rika had a flair for showmanship and certainly had no shame, her only flaw was her tendency not to chare people for some things. Like if she wanted to go from the change rooms to somewhere else, she wouldn’t put on clothes if she wasn’t already wearing some, whereas a lot of the other girls would only who skin if they had been paid for it.

The girls were treated very well really. They only worked when they wanted to work, which was fine because they were all just there for the tips anyway so they tended to try for as much floor time as possible. Rika just wasn’t in the mood for putting on a show right now, but Roland was going to be a while and she had nothing else to do, so she wandered out through the curtain that lead into the main bar.

As she trotted around, gracefully declining the many requests for her presence, she looked for….someone. Anyone who wasn’t busy.

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Scandal gave Mr. Hotshot Exec a winning smile, lowered her eyelids and leaned forward to pour him some more booze, standing on her tiptoes a little so her rear would look a little bigger.

What should have happened was Mr. Hotshot Exec becoming completely charmed, asking for a few private dances, pouring credits into her account and maybe, just maybe, if she was really lucky, becoming a regular client.

What did happen was a wardrobe malfunction.  One of the suspenders on her micro-mini snapped and, instead of flinging itself harmlessly to the side where she could giggle it off and shrug out of the other one, hit Mr. Hotshot Exec in the face, breaking his glasses.  Scandal squealed.  "Oh Daddy are you-"

Mr. Hotshot Exec spent exactly one second staring blankly ahead before shouting: "Those were five hundred credit glasses bitch!"

Only five hundred... maybe this guy wasn't as big a catch as she thought he was.  Credits were credits though, so Scandal pouted and looked up at Mr. Hotshot Exec from under her lashes.  "Lemme make up for-"

"Are you crazy??  I don't want you anywhere near me!"

And with that, Mr. Hotshot Exec was gone, sans his broken glasses.  Scandal picked them up and inspected them.  A little bent and the lens was shattered on the right side.  If she knocked out the other lens and straightened them up a bit she could use them.  Naughty teacher would be a good outfit, she'd just have to worry about flying buttons.  Goddess willing she wouldn't take out anyone's eye with one of those.  Scandal sighed, she should probably get back to the dressing room and change.  Or see if Roland could work his magic on her suspender.  She'd already managed to catch the edge of her skirt on something and it'd torn nearly up to her hip.  It was a good thing she'd refused to wear the little cropped blouse that went with the getup, or it'd probably be a handkerchief.  

Scandal left the table and began walking back to the dressing room, taking the clip out of her hair and letting the grapefruit locks splash down her back.  For a few steps she looked down at her shoes, sky high blue heels - she couldn't be trusted with most clothing but to date she never managed to maim a shoe.  It was probably because she'd break her neck in the resulting fall... or twist her ankle and be out of work for a while.  When she looked up, she saw Rika, bare-ass naked, and thought she managed to stumble up on stage until she saw some guy approach and get denied.

"Hey Rika!" she said, before the guy could turn around, see her breast waving freely and interpret it as a 'hello'.  She scampered past him.  "S'a good night tonight.  Spa and whatnot is all booked up, so it should be pretty busy here."

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Her eyes bulged suddenly, a pained look appearing on her face. Hands held her stomach as Rika suppressed what would inevitably be a loud burp. She slumped for a moment once it passed, once again vowing not to drink fizzy things before she had to work. Burping in the customers wasn’t a good thing, in fact it was likely right up there in the list of bad things to do with causing them bodily harm.

Speak of the devil. The queen of accidentally assaulting customers herself was wandering along, looking at her shoes. Rika just stopped walking and grinned. Scandal managed to break more clothes than she did, and she could catch on fire. How the hell the pink haired girl managed that was beyond her.

Another customer came up and asked Rika if she maybe wanted a dance, but she kindly pointed him towards another girl, then rocked up and down on her feet giddily as Scandal approached. Honestly, she didn’t get on with some of the girls here, and some were just work people that she got along with ok, but Scandal was an honest to goodness friend.

“Hiiiii Scanny!” she bubbled, “I know. We should all be richer girls by the end of toni-“ She cut off, eyes going wide and face falling. “Oh fuck,” she whispered, not wanting to swear loudly around customers, “I forgot! Shit. I’ve got a pilot booked in for a full treatment.” A full treatment meant massage, access to a private spa bath, private room, the works. It was pretty much reserved for the very top clientele, like pilots. “New one, just graduated, you know the type. Overflowing with cash. He wants two girls, I was supposed to ask around but I totally spaced….uh….would you mind?” Of course she wouldn’t. No one turned down a new pilot, they practically pissed credits.

Plunking at Scandals broken strap she laughed, “Heh, broke another eh? Roland thinks he’s figured out how to make my explosion act work, so I should start churning through outfits.” Scandal’s hair was so pretty, she wished she had hair that was cool like that. Hers looked like it was fire, only made of hair, which she supposed was alright, but Scandal’s looked….tasty. It always left her craving grapefruit slushies.

She slipped through a red curtain into the dressing room, not feeling the invisible shield that acted as a sound barrier around the room. The same thing was installed on the private rooms too, wouldn’t want other peoples mischief bothering the other clients. Compared to the music and chatter of the public areas the change room was quiet, with only a few people engaging in conversation and the rest preparing themselves or just hanging around. “He didn’t specify anything special, so change into whatever,” she chirped back at Scandal.

Rika plunged into her own clothes rack, searching for an appropriate outfit.

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Scandal was going to tell Rika about how she'd screwed everything up with Mr. 500-Credit-Glasses-Exec and go through her usual not-leaving-the-stage-tonight-if-it's-the-last-thing-I-do rant.  She actually took as big a breath as she could manage without it looking obvious once Rika began talking about how they were all going to leave a little richer, preparing for an enormous sigh before she began talking.

Until Rika dropped the f-bomb and she breathed her enormous sigh right out.  Fuck wasn't a good word, unless a ton of credits were following it.  This one was coming after general credit talk.  Not good, not good.  At least she wasn't the only one starting to have a bad-

Her blue eyes became perfectly round as a stream of magic words started spilling from Rika's mouth.  Pilot, full treatment, new, overflowing, cash and the most magical of them all - two!  As in two girls!  Double provider!!  Scandal was just about to threaten to kill the other girl that was booked so they'd have to take a substitute - her, when Rika went and properly asked if she wanted to be the second!!  She didn't need to answer that question, she was already grinning wide enough for a passerby to see her molars.  Pilots could be freaky, but Pilots had the credits and in this line of work, sometimes freaky could be exciting.  That's what Luxxie said anyway, but she was probably a freak before she ever came to Red Lit Desires.

Either way, a potentially freaky Pilot didn't scare her, especially when tons of credits were on the line!

Scandal giggled when Rika laughed about her broken suspender.  "Between the two of us, no one else is gonna to have anything to wear!"

She shrugged her other suspender off while walking through the curtain, into the jarring quiet.  Couldn't they at least let a little music play back here?  Scandal stepped out of her heels as Rika was walking to her clothes.  Nothing special, d'aaw, Scandal liked dressing up.  It was cute how some men (and some women, she had one particular freak in mind now) got fixated on costumes.  Scandal went to her corner, tossed the broken glasses in a bowl filled with jewelry, set the shoes next to her shoe box, slipped out of her skirt and began looking through her own clothing.

Scandal's clothing rack looked more like the closet a janitor kept their cleaning rags in than an assortment of exotic dancewear.  She couldn't let that stop her though.  This was her big break!!  If she could just catch this Pilot's eye - everything would work out!  Everything!!  Scandal almost began bouncing on the balls of her feet as she pawed her way through her rack.  There!  !!!  She pulled a black swatch of cloth from it's hanger, tossing it on her chair and dove into a basket of underwear.  In a few seconds she had on a sheer, strapless black bra, a black garter over her g-string and was slowly easing into what looked like the least damaged of her stockings.  She snapped the fasteners of her garters over them, danced around in a circle and tried fluffing up her breasts.  She couldn't get much more of her breasts to rise out of the bra without the garment dropping around her ankles.  After fishing around in her jewelry bowl and snatching a pair of shoes from her box she pranced up to her chair and slid the black swatch of cloth over her head.

It was a cocktail dress, short and tight, barely covering the fasteners of her garters.  The right strap was broken, but she pulled the ends together and clipped a big, glass broach over them.  Genius!  She sank into her makeup chair and put her hair in a nice, neat updo.  Next was makeup, smoky eyes, bright red lips, curl the lashes and dunk them in mascara.  Scandal winked at herself when she was through, wondering if she should go steal some gloves from someone else.

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Like dirt being cleared out of a mole hole, clothing began to fly out past Rika’s legs, which was the only part of her not submerged in clothing. She’d decided on a red theme, so everything that came out was various shades of red, matching her hair and markings. Yanking herself back out into the world, Rika grinned and clapped her hands. With a twirl she looked at the pile of garments that had fallen on her chair.

There was a lot of leather, all real of course. Rika liked only the best, and Red Lit Desires could certainly afford it. She was very conscious of the layers. Everything had to be planned in reverse, so that by removing each garment she could slowly show more and more. A bright red thong was the first thing to be pulled on, followed by a tiny leather miniskirt that didn’t quite hide her bottom. Instead of a bra she slipped into a mesh boob tube that left her nipples poking out. She was feeling cheeky like that. Her leather top, matching the skirt, started above her midriff and came all the way up to a collar snugly fastened around her neck, with an open back that dipped just low enough to show some of the mesh. Crimson stilettoed boots completed the ensemble, adding a few inches of height, which was enough to make her a little taller but still not enough to intimidate an average sized man.

It was a reasonably practical outfit really. She could move about freely and not be worried about anything popping out or breaking, something Scandal would never experience, and it hugged her body enough to be sexy. The bottom of her bum hanging out didn’t hurt either.

Planting herself in her big chair and pulling it in, Rika began to apply what little make up she used. Extreme heat tended to have bad affects on most creams and powders, so she only used specialty goods. Heat resistant lip gloss was expensive and hard to come by, but she had a large bulk of it stored up. Once her lips were glistening in a satisfactory manner and her eyelashes spread and curled, Rika ran a brush through her hair. After a few strokes she was satisfied. Taking a spray bottle from the table she covered herself in ‘Summer Mist’, which smelled like melon, she thought. She liked her melons smelling like melons, it held a certain poetry that made her laugh. With a grin at her reflection Rika trotted off in search of Scandal.

Seeing the other girl, and forcing down the urge to lick her hair in the hopes it would taste as delicious as it looked, Rika chimed, “So, ready to go? He’s waiting in the big suite.” That last part was said with particular glee. Anyone who could afford the big suite could afford just about anything they could offer.

On that subject, she started to wonder how this night would go. They’d end up naked, that was a given, but she’d been with a few pilots before, and they sometimes had very odd desires. The whole training thing they did was to blame for that, she guessed. There wasn’t much she wouldn’t do, so as long as the credits kept coming, Rika was this guy’s compliant little pet. Or his controlling master, whatever he was into.

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It didn't take Scandal that long to decide that a pair of gloves was the final touch to her outfit.  And since Treasure, the girl whose makeup counter was next to her own, had piles of stuff stored all around her counter, she helped herself.  Scandal hopped off her chair and began rifling through the bottommost drawer, the one that held stuff she could nearly steal, since Treasure didn't do much more than dump items in it.

That was when Rika found her.  She looked up at the other girl and grinned.  "Just a sec, lemme see if Treas has any gloves lying around."  She fished through layers of holophoto pictures of Treas and her various boy-toys, empty bottles and makeup cases and other brickabrac

Scandal sighed and stood up, her hands empty.  No cast aside gloves in Treas' treasure pile.  There wasn't much time for her to keep digging if the pilot was already waiting for them.  It was just two less pieces of clothing for her to take off anyway.  When she stood up, her hose caught on a corner of the makeup counter and tore, leaving a line of bare flesh from the middle of her right thigh to the top of her calf.  

"Oops," she slipped into her black pumps and walked next to Rika, looking down to make sure the run hadn't traveled up any.  It stayed put for now, but she had the feeling that as soon as they were up at the big suite, she'd have a run from the edge of her hose down to her shoe.

"I'm ready, better go before I fall apart," Scandal grinned.

[Rhi-Rhi]

As soon as he'd been escorted up to the "big suite" and left alone, Shiloh had made a beeline for the king-sized bed and collapsed backwards onto it, arms and legs spread wide as he just let himself sprawl there with his eyes closed and his head tilted back. Gods, this was awesome. Forget the girls. He'd be perfectly happy just to sleep here by himself, as stretched out as he could get, in the first comfortable bed he'd laid in since...shit, who knows? Lower caste living didn't get you comfy beds, and then life in the candidate dorms, sharing bunks on those narrow, hard beds for the past four years, listening to his roomie's snoring? Sucky as. At least he was always able to bully his way to the top bunk.

Maybe this really was the first real bed he'd laid in in all his life. Sex was easy to get. You could get that anywhere, and he sure hadn't gone celibate during his candidacy. But nice beds? Couldn't get those anywhere. He was so gonna have to ask what brand this was so he could get one for his new room at the Citadel.

Stretching his arms out, he folded them behind his head and opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. Right. Better not get too comfortable or he'd fall asleep, and how rude would that be? He had hired two chicks, after all, and it'd be pretty lame to fall asleep on them. At the rate he was going, though, maybe he should have just excluded the chicks and taken the spa and bed.

He'd drank too much.

Shiloh had made the reservations in advance, shortly before his graduation party because what better way to end the longest, most stressful period in his entire life than with a threesome with a couple of hot, kept babes? Well, maybe if there was a hot, kept guy thrown in there so he could get the best of both worlds, but the more he thought about it, the more he knew it wouldn't work and so opted for two girls. Guys got territorial when there was only one chick involved, especially if he couldn't be sure that the guy was truly bi or just faking for the money. But anyway, since he now had the money--more than he'd had in his entire life, he imagined, and on the government no less--he'd decided to go for it.

He'd made it a personal goal to spend as many on-the-government credits as he could before his graduation vacation week was up. That was part of the reason he'd come here or the first day. This week was pretty much going to be his last hurrah, his last chance to flip the government the metaphorical bird before he got down to work as part of them. Which was pretty exciting, he'd admit. He'd survived. He'd come from nothing, the lowest of the low, and now here he was at the top after working his ass off. Survival of the fittest, right? And he, a lower caste brat, had made it even where his upper caste roommate had failed.

Now he got to be in charge. Above even the upper caste.

Take that.

With a smug smile, Shiloh's eyes drifted shut, but he quickly snapped them open again before he could nod off. Shit, that wasn't good.

In retrospect, he probably should have made the reservations for the next day. He kind of had a headache, something that amused Amaranth immensely. Shiloh could feel the amusement coursing through the dragon's psychic bond to him, and he sent a mental, Yeah, yeah, very funny... her way with a mental, and physical, roll of his eyes. The room spun for a few seconds after he'd finished and he frowned.

Laying around wasn't gonna snap him out of it.

With a sigh he sat up, got to his feet, and shuffled into the bathroom. He turned on the tap and drank straight from it, hoping the water would dilute the alcohol, and when he'd had his fill he splashed cold water on his face, too. After wiping off his face with a towel, he checked himself out in the mirror. A young, light-skinned man with tired brown eyes stared back, red tattoos decorating the skin under both eyes, his left eyebrow pierced. He looked pretty good now that he wasn't in that stupid candidate uniform, he thought as he played with his lip piercing with his tongue.

After finger-combing his red bangs and brown hair, he headed back for the bed and sat down on the edge, crossing one boot-clad foot over one knee and tossing the long, wrapped tail of hair back over his shoulder.

Eh, if those girls didn't show up soon, he had half a mind to lock them out and call it a night.

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After waiting for Scandal to complete here ensemble Rika couldn’t help shaking her head and giving the other girl a disapproving look. She broke things all the time, which was fine, but come on, those stockings were just asking to be torn.

“Ugh, hold still,” she grunted, grabbing a can of hairspray off Treasure’s counter. Bending at the hip, as squatting was pretty much impossible in this skirt, Rika sprayed a copious amount of hairspray onto the run on Scandals leg. Once she was satisfied she replaced the can and grinned, hands on hips. “There, that should hold it until you don’t need it anymore.” It was a useful trick that. Clear nail polish worked better, but that needed drying time and they were late.

With quick strides Rika headed towards the staff elevator that sat on one side of the change room, running up the core of the building. Tapping the button angrily she waited until the doors slip open, and she stepped inside. “Penthouse,” she said clearly, causing the doors to slide shut after Scandal and send them flying skywards and what would have been a frightening pace had the elevator not had inertial dampeners. Upon reaching the top floor the doors slid open and Paprika stepped out, through a holographic wall concealing the elevator and into an ornately furnished hall.

The room the pilot was in was just a short walk down the hall, to a door with no room number. This wasn’t the kind of room where you got told where to go, this was the sort of room where a scantily clad girl showed you to it while she giggled and breathed deeply.

Before doing anything else she tugged her skirt down from where it had begun riding up, leaving only the very bottom of her bottom showing. The door was wooden, but handle-less, so Rika swiped her hand over the little sensor next to it, which registered her as the girl assigned to this client and the door slid open accordingly.

Smiling seductively Rika strode into the room, hips rolling and chest stuck out. A couple of metres in front of the client she stopped, cocked her hips out to one side and planted a hand on them. The other hand traced up her stomach and between her breasts before coming to rest on her lower lip, pulling it down a little.

She stayed like that for a moment, effectively posing for him, and then said in a silky voice, “Good evening sir. My name is Paprika, and this is Scandal. We are your masseuses for the evening.” They all knew what they were here for of course, but it was all about atmosphere. She gestured towards the padded table with a hole in it off to one side of the room, opposite the large spa. “If you would like to lie down so we may begin sir?”

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"You know," Scandal mused while Rika repaired her poor torn stockings.  "I never met a man that cared about a run in stockings.  I guess it can be a little sexy, seein' a leg covered in second skin fabric and then a little bitty streak of bare flesh."  Scandal shrugged, the intact strap of her dress falling off her shoulder.  She tugged it up while she scampered after Rika to the elevator.

She spent the entire elevator ride staring at her fingernails, which she had done that morning so they were all uniform and pretty, (nothing was worse than an OCD client that would fixate on a chip in polish) and touching her hair while wondering if she should mess it up a bit or leave it neat and let the client muss it.  

Once the elevator stopped and her hair was still perfect, she decided to leave it.  No use going to see an important client while looking like someone else already had her this evening.  Scandal peeked down at her repaired stocking as she stepped off the elevator and noticed it opening up again at the top.  Damn.  Oh well, if things went well she wouldn't be in her stockings long anyway.

When she strutted into the room after Rika, Scandal let her eyes drift off to the side of the room, looking disinterested like she was slinking down the street instead of parading herself for a customer.  She stopped when Rika did, cocked the opposite hip and rested both hands on her hips, lifting her head a little like she saw something interesting in the corner.

Then, when Rika introduced her, she glanced sideways at the client and raised her eyebrows slightly, smiled a little and made a kissy face.  She centered herself after that, keeping her hands on her hips so the hem her dress climbed up and over the top of her stockings.

Nice, definitely better than Mr. 500-credit-glasses-not-so-hotshot-director.  The best thing about new Pilots was that most of them were young and all that training in the Pilot program did the body good.