Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Chapter eight: L'appel du vide

Who the hell did he think he was! He comes up to your boss's office and ask to buy you like you're some kind of prostitute. What a crooked cop he plays sweet and then shows up at your job, fucking creep. He storms in and ask to buy you and when that sleazy boss of yours says 'no' he blows up. Shutting the place down? That'd put you out of a job- which you're already at risk of losing now, also thanks to him.

The announcer did his usual introduction for you. "The city's finest and our clubs most-"

"Prized possession," you whispered to yourself. It was hot back stage today, the thick velveteen curtains adding to the humidity. You thought they were supposed to absorb the heat from the spotlight, suppose that wasn't true. Would your face melt off when you get up there? A sweaty performance might not be the prettiest one. You slinked through the curtains, whistles and shouts already being thrown at you. You hadn't even thrown off your jacket yet.  Mina had choose today's dress for you, it was so tight it hurt to breath but she insisted the color looked nice on your skin.

A slow sultry song seemed to be on the schedule but you felt like singing something from the heart. Desire and fear, swan diving into deep murky water. "I'm a femme fatale, you'll always find me in red. I'm a femme fatal, don't let me into your bed. I'm jumping from city to city, but trust that I'm not itty bitty." You then slid your jacket off letting it fall to the floor. "I'm no damsel in distress," you moved your hips hitting a run. "So stop trying to save me from my dress." You crossed stepped along the stage. "Don't need saving from this contraption, one look and you're trapped in." You held the note until your lungs started to burn from the lack of oxygen. "I'm," a riff followed by shouts from your onlookers. "A femme fatal, I'm painted in shades of red. My shadowed past haunts your bed. Don't look for me in the morning sun, just give me what I want and we'll be done." You turned so that your back faced the audience, the lights fading out on your silhouette.

"Get moving girls, let's go, let's go, let's go." A director clapped from back stage. "Drinks we need more drinks, the men are buying this evening let's use that." You walked over to Mina exhaustion setting into the skin under your eyes.

"Girl, what the fuck was that? You killed it!" Mina shouted as she ushered you over to her vanity. She pushed you down onto her stool and used a handkerchief to dab at your sweat. "Dude, my legs were trembling from you." She said shaking her body on purpose.

"Don't be gross," you rolled your eyes.

"I'm just saying what the people out there are thinking." She gestured behind the two of you.

Your face crinkled with disdain, "can't we pretend that isn't the truth?"

"Ooh you should turn that into another song."

"A burlesque with a sexy blues singer, not cliché at all. Don't half the clubs in this town already have one of those?"

"Yeah, but they're not you." She massaged your shoulders placing her head on top of yours.

"Isn't that a blessing?"

"More of a curse, hey another song you could drop." The two of you giggled.

"Are you done with your shift?" You were hungry and the club felt as if it had gone up ten degrees.

"Yeah, you wanna head over to Camie's place 'figured we could get you some answers." She batted her eyelashes at you.

"Not today."

"Geez what is with you? I need you back in top condition."

"I know, I know. I feel like everything just escalated really quickly, I got too much going on."

"We should pick up some sushi, and then maybe go to a drive in movie?"

"Uhh.." The lights in the club flickered and sparked. That was new.