Family

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Giorno's POV

"Alright, I'm going to work."
Giorno spoke exhaustively as he slung a pink bookbag over his shoulder and opened the front door. "Be careful. If any of those boys think about taking a bite outta you, call me and I'll beat the shit outta them." Joylne said with a smirk as she made punching motions. Joylne was the only person in the household who knew what type of job Giorno had, and she gladly supported, but is very protective even though she's 6 years younger. Giorno smiled at Joylne and closed the door behind him. Giorno walked towards his sleek black car and tossed his stuff in the backseat.

Moments later he reaches the straight strip club. Before he gets out of his car, he undoes his braid and the rest of his hair, showing very beautiful, long bright golden hair. He then pulls out a mirror and puts all-natural feminine makeup on. He honestly doesn't like wearing make up, it's like a mask to hide who you really are, and for Giorno's case it worked perfectly. Letting the golden strands of hair flow in the wind as he got out of the car. The night sky made it extremely hard for anyone to notice that he was a man. He enters through the back of the building where all the dancers enter. He goes in and sees many beautiful women wearing little to no clothing on. Giorno went in the changing room and changed into his outfit.

And of course he added extra padding to his crotch area. As he leaves the dressing room, he goes back to the studio he once came from. He sits down and starts putting on more makeup, adding hot pink lipstick on and powdering down his face. Adding eyeshadow and white eyeliner. He then adds white small dots on his cheeks over his light freckles to make them brighter. Finishing with beautiful rose gold hoops attached to his ears and adding eyedrops in his eyes. "Hey, you're really pretty." The pink haired female that sat next to Giorno started a conversation. Giorno looked at her and smiled, not wanting to speak because of the slight deepness in his voice. The lady took the silence as an insult "No thank you? I see how it is. I'm just trying to acknowledge your beauty." She pouted. Giorno felt guilty, so he decided to speak with a soft-whisperish tone, "Thank you..." The lady then smiled, "I'm Trish Una. Let's be friends. What's your name, new friend?"

Suddenly Giorno was called out to the stage. He stood up and awkwardly pointed to the door. Trish understood, "Break a leg, babe." Giorno smiled at her and left the room.

Mista's POV

He was sitting awkwardly near the front of the stage at a table with Narancia. "Wow, we're soooo close." Narancia smirked evilly. "I know right, can't wait to see Trish." Mista smiled. He wasn't really one to go to clubs like these, but decided to go to see his dear friend. Suddenly the lights became dim and was focused on the stage. This caught the attention of Mista and Narancia, because this meant they were gonna call out the next dancer. "The next mademoiselle is a beautiful italian blonde. She's the mysterious infamous beauty, Vanna!~" Mista sighed, he wanted to see Trish, but soon had a change of mind when the music started playing and a beautiful blonde walked towards the pole in such a fierce yet seductive manner. Mista's chest tightened, seeing this woman just walk on stage could put anyone in a coma. Mista's eyes outline the woman's curves, her chest wasn't very big like the other dancers but it still looked very plumped and juicy. Her thighs were just the same, she was beautiful. Perfect. Her shoulders weren't too narrow and when she dancing on the pole, Mista gave almost all his money to the girl, and so did everyone else.

The way the lady danced on the pool was so erotic. She seduced everyone in the room. Once her performance was near an end, closing her eyes, she gripped onto the pole and swung herself up, the pole went between her thighs as she let go of the pole and lowered her torso down causing her legs to shift up alittle bit. Once she opened her eyes she let out an exhale of exhaustion. Mista could see the woman's beautiful aqua colored eyes, they were so beautiful, like a sunset over the sea. The woman and Mista made eye contact, she smirked and bit her bottom lip. This sent a sensation down Mista's spine, making his chest hotter. He could feel the blush on his cheek heating up. He then gave the rest of his money to her in pure lust. As the woman got off the pole and walked off stage, Mista was left there feeling like he just had indirect sex with her. Once Mista gathered himself together, he let out an exhale. "Wow! She's so cute. She made me feel loved in such a way sexual intercourse could never." Narancia started talking more and more about Vanna. "I know right! She's really hot, but I'm still waiting on Trish." Mista wanted to change the conversation away from Vanna since just hearing her name sent chills down his spine.

Giorno's POV

Once Giorno got back in the studio, he was greeted by Trish, "You did great! Like I'd smash." Giorno smiled awkwardly at the compliment and sat down. "Anyways, why are you always so silent? Dark past?" Trish watched as Giorno stuffed the money he made away in his small pink bookbag. Giorno shrugged at the question and then went to go change. Once he came back out, he was bombarded with Trish again, "Imma give you my number, we should hangout sometimes. I'll show you that you don't have to be shy." Trish handed him a stick note with her phone number on it and her name above it. "This is the first time I've seen you work in this club, are you coming back again?"

Trish wrapped her arms around Giorno's arm, "No... I'm actually gonna quit dancing." He said in a hush soft tone. "Awww, really? I'll miss you.." Trish hugged his arm more, unintentionally pressing her breasts against it, Giorno just averted his eyes, "Yeah, its getting in the way of my study in a medical university I go to..." Giorno said. "Hm! Yeah we HAVE to hangout some day now. I'll introduce you to my friends! Uh... more like family! Yeah." The pink haired woman smiled. Giorno ran his hands through his hair and sighed, "If we're gonna be friends... I have to tell you something." Trish looked worried, "What is it?" Giorno stood up and dragged Trish outside by her hand. "What's wrong?" Trish spoke worrisomely. Giorno pulled up his rose hoodie and black shirt over his collar bone to reveal his chest, "I'm a guy." Giorno didn't hold back his voice when he spoke this time.

At first Trish looked shocked, but soon became curious and started fondling Giorno's chest, "Huh, just as squishy as I thought. And it's fine, you're still my friend." She said with a smile as she kept fondling Giorno. Giorno pinched his lips with embarrassment, "This feels weird... It's embarrassing. Could you stop?" Trish let go and laughed, "Oh yeah, my bad. Haha. Anyways, we can still hangout, right? How about tomorrow? You can come over my house, I kinda have alot of roommates right now, but the more the merrier." Giorno knew he could take care of himself and he basically had nothing to do tomorrow so why not? "Sure." Trish grinned, "Alright, I'll text you my address when we get home. By the way, what's your name?" Giorno zipped up his bookbag, "Giorno Giovanna." Trish's eyes widened, "Y-You're... y-.....y-you're Dio Brando's and Jonathan Joestar's son! You're the Giorno Giovanna?! Oh my gosh! I-I-I am shook. Wow! You must be crazy rich! Why are you even working?!" Giorno averted his eyes, "Long story." Trish kept smiling, "Wow, can't believe I'm friends with THE Giorno Giovanna! Huh." Trish then looked at her phone, "Ah, its about time for me to perform. Lets spend the whole day together tomorrow, alright?" Giorno was happy to see his new friend excited, "Sure. I'm going home. Goodnight, Trish." Giorno walked towards his car. "Goodnight GioGio!" Trish shouted before she went back inside.