I'll Make You Mine

Suspicion

It's something you can feel, prickling your skin and making your hair rise. It runs cold chills down every part of you, and you're left with this jarring notion in the back of your mind. Something is not right. Welcome to the wonderful world of Emi Fukakado. It's apart of her morning routine every waking day like coffee and eggs are to anyone else. Still, if she let that overtake her days, they would be in misery and anxiety. No, she never dared to let it. You see, in the recent passing days, there's was a creeping feeling that something was off... That is the time she was supposed to be very much alone, she was not. Still, it was faint, like the instance of having the intent to retrieve an item only to forget it once you've moved to that very room.

It's why she went on about her day so breezily. She went off to work and lunch and friends like the cycle it was every day, and the simplicity was refreshing. To sweeten the deal, she'd tied up her classes, her finals drawing to a successful end, and break fast approaching. It was exciting really, and with that creep gone from her workplaces all together, she didn't even dread her night shift. Emi would only come back home to freshen up and prepare her bags for the club. Being a cage dancer was... an exotic means of procuring extra funds. Still, she needed to be able to go to college and eat, and if she was going to take another job load, she could at least make a fun one. And it was only one straight train to get there. There was something so riveting about it, it wrote a story all by itself; it added volume to her life. She never tired of it, and now there, she was in her element.

The moment she entered was the moment her clock started, and she was changed and prepared for her spot, the late night's energy feeding into her own. Emi remembered her routine, and she and her partner synced perfectly when it came time. She didn't break her character until her break; she didn't want to. She moved with the drilling beats and

Enchanting rhythm, lustrous eyes over the crowd... And yet... There it was... That feeling again... It followed her, even amongst them all.

It had been two years since he graduated with his bachelor's, and now he was going for his master's. It was funny how time flew. Even if he wasn't into humor, he had everything set on a coral green-haired female. She was gorgeous. Hot. Gorgeous. Everything. She had a nice ass. Tits. Smile. Locks. She had it all.

Shota spent every moment that he could watch her from afar. That was his little hobby, stalking her. Without anyone to reprimand him on his behavior, he was free to do as he wished. A free man that could be a dangerous thing to some.

He knew everything there was about the female. With a history is hacking, he could access all her accounts. Shota would never admit that he had a thing for the female, but he would also do whatever he could to get his hands on her. How? How would he do that? He would pay big money to fuck her senseless. That was too much, he needed more. Wanted more. Desired more.

Arriving at the club she was dancing at, he paid the boss to have her join the other dancers around the club. She definitely would get more tips, and it would be an excellent opportunity for her. Imagining her with her top off sent him over the end. Fuck. He was already getting hard, imagining it. Walking away from the boss, he sat in the middle of the room, enough, not to be noticed. This would be where he hibernated for a while until she made her way over to him...

It's after her break, there's a new proposition for her. Being on the floor to entertain... Ah... She hadn't done that in a while, but she supposes that as long as she wasn't the only one dragged out there, well, it'd be alright. So she doesn't kick up a fuss. After all, there was the attention when she was up close and personal. A bat of the lashes here, an inviting smile there, her policy a 'look don't touch' set up as she journeyed to the man she was supposed to see...

Big tipper... He could get a lap dance.~ Maybe a bit more... He certainly paid the grade, but in all honesty, that wasn't in her job description, lest she'd skimmed over that... She was paid to be a tease, adorned in something so innocent tarnished. Her theme was always an eager schoolgirl, her top altered and cut, giving up only a glimpse of her breasts towards the bottom. She wore a complementing skirt far too short for her own good and long knee socks to play the part. And methodically slid all of that on the lounging man's lap.