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Only In Fairy Tales	By : Sleaze Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 4742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Wow, I was shocked I got a review for this story! I was scared this was going to fail. This chapter as a lot of explaining that to me feels rushed but needed. Hope you guys enjoy!

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*ERRRR ERRRR ERRRR*

My cheap old alarm blares for me to wake up, its 6:30 p.m. I sag into my pillows dreading yet another day, or should I say, night, at this kami forsaken place.

I slowly pull my body up sitting directly only mere inches out-looking my small, two-story window, overlooking the flashy lights on the streets. Sigh, like that always say, the early bird gets the worm, or should I say, the shops and clubs that open early get the fresh meat and not the stale gum stuck to your shoes every night..

I continue to ramble in my head as I get up for the night. I slip off my thread bare plaid pajama pants and walk out of my bedroom down the hall to the bathroom. Even though I get up early to get the best water, its not like no one here has seen me in the nude plenty of times before, so all of my self respect is gone anyway..

I crank the hot and cold on in the shower at the same time to speed up wait, I really don't have much time to waste anyway. I quickly scrub my skin simultaneously while I try to remember what my shift is for tonight. Ugh, not the stage.... Of course it would be a Thursday night.. the night that bastard usually shows up to check on his second "love", the first being power. Ever since I've worked here, this has always been his favorite night of the week, that disgusting featurette of the club that stars me, EVERY Thursday night, always at 10:00 sharp. I can just feel his eyes creeping over my pale frame already and the doors don't open until 8!

Sighing yet again, I crawl out of the most pleasant part of my days, my holy shower I like to call it. Holy because its the most clean I can ever be again after I get out of it..

Looking into the slightly cracked mirror, I check my body for any imperfections, I will never let that bastard leave any marks on me, no matter how rough tonight is. Extremely pale olive skin covering my tall skinny frame, not an ounce of meat on me, and my pierced nipples, which was actually a choice I made when I was 16 when I was young, wild, and free. The good old days.. No time to day dream of the past now, it will only bring me down.

My silver hair, always perfectly straight and perfectly trimmed, just under my shoulders, just as he commands. I can hear him now, "I don't keep you here to disgust my customers, you are but a show toy to be played with.. and I never want to see my toy in such a grotesque state." He said that to me after my first month here, since I wouldn't cut my nails or my hair he made it so every first Monday, I have to get my hair cut, claws clipped off, and my entire body waxed... It was the first time I ever had my pubic region dealt with, and have to say, it was the most painful experience of my life, but since then I've grown immune to the rough treatment of the "dog groomers" I like to call them, since that is what I am, a dog, a pet, a toy to be played with.

Hn. Sesshoumaru Takahashi, the nightclub's very own painslut.. How proud my mother would be if she only knew..

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After putting on my "uniform" and place on a pair of jogging sweats and a tee then I step out and lock my room door to start down the stairs onto the main floor. I gaze around the main room looking for anything that needs maintenance My job not only entitles I work the night during my performance, but also before and after with preparations and clean up, this place does get rather dirty.. Though on Thursdays, the highly dreaded Thursdays, I don't have to clean due to the fact that bastard "meets" with me to "discuss" issues in his office.

The club is owned by my mother's husband, my worst enemy, and yet my mother's savior. When I was fairly young, all I recalled was that me and my mother were homeless at a certain time, until he came around. He showered the mom in affection and priceless gifts she had never seen in all of Japan. Though I can tell my mother had a rich upbringing, she had to cease that lifestyle for some reason she never told me about but I guess its none of my concerns.

The bastard was determined to achieve my mother's love, or maybe just a good rut, but he didn't catch her attention until he decided to take me in as his adopted son.. And then thats when everything went down hill. Sigh, I can remember the day like it was only hours ago.

Well, now is not the time to linger on the past, this is my life now, and its how my mother stays happy. She doesn't need to be told the real truth behind that monster. She deserves joy, and my sorrow and body shall pay for it until the day she closes her eyes peacefully. But will I truly last that long.. Maybe if the bastard stopped putting his..-

"Hey Sesshy! Baby doll! You gazin' off again about me?", says my tall and very girly ningen male co-worker gingerly as his hands creep onto my back from behind.

"Konbanwa Jakotsu... why so early this Thursday?", I ask why I slither from under his grasp onto the next set of tables to wipe down.

"Oh! For the last time, call my Jak! We've known another for over 2 years now. But, you know! I came to get ready early tonight, so many people come in to see your performance with Big Sis, I have to make sure I look my best to stand a chance on getting at least a few hunks to come my way! You know you are like glue to the ones that do come, and you know I do not do girls, but neither do you.. do you Ses-shy-poo.", he states as he starts to linger back my way but yet again I just dodge his grubby hands.

"I told you that I don't do relationships Jakotsu, you know that, now let me get back to cleaning."

"I know, I know, you don't have to tell me, though a least a quick romp would be nice for once. But, fine, you sour puss, I bet I make more than you tonight anyway! Anyway I'm off to ready! Ciao!", he runs off to his overly cluttered and decorated dressing room, labeled "Precious".

The club, which is part strip-club and part brothel, is one of the only ones in the Atsuamui District, as others like to call the pleasure district of Japan, in the too large city of Mashite, that caters to female and male patrons and their raunchy fetishes and sick fantasies.

Body mods, shouta, bondage, beastiality, furries(shivers), blood-play, pegging, et cetera.

Over all, the club has about 20 regular employees, but usually we have some who come and work for a minute or two to gain a little cash and move on in life, like our bartenders, some of the dancers, etc., while some have just made this a second home for them and stay in the upstairs dormitory for those who stay over the weekend or are too tired to go home in the morning. But sadly its not my choice to stay here, but I grew over that hate, I don't think I can ever face my mother again after becoming the person I am today.

The bastard calls this, 'Cielo', which ironically means heaven in Italian. It usually opens at 8:00 to 3 a.m. on Wednesdays through until Sundays, and though I don't want to admit it, but Thursdays are usually the second busiest nights of each week, the first being Saturday's, but thats because that flea bag makes the bar swell with women going nuts over him. I really don't see why they fall for his trashy antics, stupid women.

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After I finish prepping the floor for the daily flourish its around 7:30, meaning the regular workers are up and readying themselves for the night by now and the drifters are going to their huge group dressing room near the far end of the backstage to prep as well. Since I already have my "attire" on under my sweats I just go to grab medication from the break room nearby the bastard's office which are the only two rooms on the main floor not back stage for the workers and staff only, though the boss's office is off limits unless he is in it.

I reach in the cabinet and take some of the bastard's special pills for the night, which are not mandatory that cause our bodies to lightly sweat, causing a light sheen temporarily, our cocks to be easily erected and our minds more relaxed. Though over-all, everyone enjoys taking it since it helps the night fly by easier and when they bed clients, if they aren't aroused by them, it saves a lot of time and effort from them to please them. But for me, it is mandatory boss's orders, and I have to take double doses, why? Because he loves the side-effects that I get from when you take too much which make the body more sensitive, the more responsive, and automatic blue balls. Basically, like a wanton whore.

That way during and after my performances when he shows up, he can have his fun with me after the show ends for our weekly "session" in his office where he finds new ways to reap my mind and body. Though it does nothing to actually enhance pleasure for me, it only makes it easier for us to get hard, if male, and get wet, if female, so even if I appear as horny as a bitch in heat, doesn't mean I actually am enjoying it, its more of a forced feeling which at first due to the fact I didn't understand why it was so easy for me to cum and eventually leading me to just do it from command which as appealing and entertaining to him it may be, it hurts after a while.

Aside from owning a popular fetish club, the bastard happens to be the co-owner of a drug company. That's correct, in his spare time of running a drug manufacturer he likes to watch his male strippers and female whores get him even more money than he already has, figures, the rich only crave to be richer while enjoying their own dark, secrets.

But after getting to know it, it didn't shock me he owns Cielo though, I found out his true colors the moment after he met me, and I hope my dear mother never finds out about how her "perfect" husband happens to be a bi-sexual stripclub owner who is raping her son? Well, by now its not even rape of course, I'm so use to it, it is just another thing I had to get to use to make sure mother stays happy and I don't have to fear for her well being.

She gets to be the trophy wife she always dreamed of being for her "handsome knight in shining armor", and I get to finally know she is enjoying life again. Maybe one day my time will come where I too can enjoy just living. That'll be the day..

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Its just about that time, opening, sigh, Kami knows how much I enjoy this. The pills I took finally start to take affect so I am more relaxed for the night but it never truly removes my desire to not do this but its not my choice to make.

I go around to the backstage group dressing room where the majority of the performers usually like to hang out until the show rounds start. Usually its the same routine, 8 o'clock - waiting period-happy hour at the bar, 9 o'clock - first round of pole dances, 10 o'clock - that night's main featurette, 11 o'clock - more pole dances and private booths open, 12 o'clock - secondary performances, 1-3 a.m. - lap dances, private 'shows' and closing.

Though, in total, 40 people work for Cielo, a night, there is usually only 15 dancers and 20 full time staff members, not including the bastard. In the dressing room, I see most of the regulars(regulars as in those who are major performers at Cielo and not just working for tips), they all are in their get-ups for the night, all in varying fetish wears and fashions. A dominating demoness , a.k.a. Big Sis, an ex-acrobatic wolf demoness named Ayame a.k.a. Snake, a midget toad demon named Jaken also known as Toad, ugh, he is so bothersome, a ningen drag queen named Jakotsu or Precious, a shape shifting fox demon named Shippo or as they call him, Charmer, a pair of yokai twins who look to be 15 but in reality are older than I who I think are called by Hanna and Hakudoshi, a very cocky and kinky wolf demon called Kogua, the Stallion, his backup team, Ginta and Hakkaku who usually aid Kouga in his performances, a shameless cosplaying slave named Yuka but while working goes by Candy, her usual partner, Rin, simply called Rin, a small young-looking ningen woman, who is Yuka's master when they sometimes perform together, and then me, a pain slut simply called Slut, sometimes Pretty. But the regular who I can't see is the very one I'm looking for...

"Hey Sesshou! Who are you looking for?!", says the petite ningen fem-dom in her normal bubbly voice.

"Oh, I am trying to find onē-san, have you seen her?"

"What doe she have that I can't help you with?", smirks bulky and cocky male demon.

I roll my eyes and ignore the wolf, as much as I despise him, he makes it predominate he has an interest in me. "If any of you see onē-san, can you please tell her its important, I really need her to-"

Click, clack, click, clack, the sound of stilettos hush the usually excited dressing room instantly as the intimidating ink colored hair beauty in a black trench coat waltz into the room, instantly icing it over in her chilling presence and I feel her red eyes trail onto my still form.

The manager and my performance partner, Kagura "Sis" Fujimoto has arrived. The bastard's younger half sister.

"What did you want Sesshoumaru?"

I bow my head in forgiveness, "I needed to know when the rotation sheet would be posted for the month would be up for onē-san?"

"When I feel like it, boy. Also, I had a very bad day today, so please be sure not to piss me off or I will not go easy on today's performance."

"Yes ma'am onē-san." I say while my head still looks to the ground, just then I feel a pat on my back.

"Don't be so nervous!" She belts out laughing which causes the whole room to as well as I rise up, shyly scratching my head. "You're such a talented actor, honestly, I can't be as submissive as you now and then be a raging animal on stage. I just can't see how you do it kiddo. Anyway I'll meet you in the front later to prep, 'kay? Got to talk to chichi!" She smiles warmly as her delicate hand lifts off of my shoulder, her red eyes sparkling, and then she wanders out.

"Sigh, wish Big Sis would do a scene with me sometime." the very boyish shapeshifter whines sitting on a plush sofa with the mangy wolf to his side.

"Pfftt! Good luck, 'ol Kaguu is the biggest carpet muncher I know! The only reason she performs with Sesshy over there is because the boss only allows her to touch him without his cage on, and because he's so pretty an' all. But I mean really, who wouldn't fuck Sessh?", the wolf says facing the young fox demon but looking over my frame. Ew.

Clearing my throat as I try to ride off the disgusting feeling on my skin, I look around the room of familiar faces and they have my full attention.

"Its time."

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The club has 3 stages, 2 side stages parallel facing each other on both sides of the main floor and then the main stage centered to the far back. Each of the side stages are big enough to fit 5 people performing at the same time, but only house about 3 poles on each, while the main stage covers the whole back wall on the main floor, also has a catwalk stationed in the front of it, though it doesn't stick out too far out from the stage, it is raised a little higher and has a pole right dab in the middle of the catwalk, and two the wings of the stage there are a pole on each side, complete with big heavy red curtains that leave the catwalk protruding outwards from the stage alone. Oh, how symmetrical everything is, from the lighting, to the tables. Even our double bars near the front, not to far from the side stages, but more angled inward so that if a patron wants to view the stages they could easily do so, and he entrance right in the middle of the two bars but separated by a long stretch of an angled hallway.

The decor is fairly ironic in my opinion. the floor is a light, calm maple brown hardwood flooring, with creamy milk colored couches off to the sides on the walls, creme colored leather chairs sit 4 each to every white table clothed table, chandeliers hang highly above other table colored, changing tones with the changing of performances, the bar with its marbled counter tops mixed with a deep colored oak wood foundation, lined with matching oak bar stools and shelves lining the whole front wall of various champagnes wines, liquor, and more, the walls made of a deep dark wood paneling from floor to ceiling with randomly scattered with tasteful decor, and the random (and still parallel) doors on the walls all deep mahogany and leading to various but also well decorated rooms.

Only the really elite perverts can get into Cielo. Either elite or rich or both, who pay small fortunes to have the male, female, or thing of their desires grind all over them, or to freak them for a night, no holds bar, which I am glad that at least I don't have to dance for cheap pricks, but then again, the more they pay.. the more they want, and sometimes I don't think I could handle some of the things these assholes want to do with me. But the bastard does say, "We will never turn down a customers will pay for anything with everything."

For someone like Kouga or Kagura, the pay the bastard gives them, not including the pay their clients give them, they are most likely rich off their asses by now since they've been here for years. But sadly, all my payments go towards paying off that bastard of my debt, and to keep my dear mother safe from his evil ways.

Looking out from back stage at the main stage where the small yet precise stage crew preps for the next set, on the left stage, two newer dancers to the club dance on the stage while a female waitress tends to the most male guests who sit lingering that way. Center stage, where I will be soon on, is occupied by Yuka to the left side, Hanna to the right side, and Jaken in the middle. The Good, Hanna, the bad, Yuka, and the very very ugly Jaken. The worst part is is that he has a huge fan base among females for some bizarre reason, apparently he is as they call it, "packing heat", but I will die before I ask for a peek at whatever he is offering.

While on the right stage, two male dancers sway to the beats as well and usually drawing in more women than males on this side though the club usually carters to mostly men, expect the nights Kouga does his solo performances.

As the dances die down, the drinks served, the lights dim, and I am as gone as the wind, prepped and ready to roll, its is time for me to yet again to do what I am being paid to do..

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The lights to the stage dim, the main room dark with only the lights at the already dim lit bar and a single spotlight emitted onto the catwalk shines brightly in the dark, the music which before was blaring loudly from the speakers down only hum into a complete stop as a new set of tunes open up.

Slowly the curtain opens as a scantily clad, raven haired beauty walks outward onto to runway, holding on a a strap of some kind, her legs long and silky as she wears a pair of shiny platform stilettos matched with thigh high fishnets, a deep red thong, a black with red caged corset, and a pair of long silken red gloves to match her ruby eyes which shine out to the waiting audience. Her hair in huge waves only slightly reaching her dainty shoulder blades and red lip stick as vibrant as her eyes pop.

Dropping the strap, she walks around the pole in center of the huge catwalk and slowly twirls her body around the cold steel, all eyes on Kagura as her curves entice the crowd as always. She sways in tune with the heavy bass, increasingly getting more and more sensual in her movements, after slowly removing her corset, she starts to bend, curve, shake, and roll her tight body to the thrum of the beat. Dollars start to rain onto the stage.

Too soon for some, her set of songs ended, and it was time for the next segment of the performance.

Kagura goes back to the edge of the curtain and slips behind it, the stage crew abruptly open the curtain to reveal Kagura wearing a black and red cincher and in one hand holding a leash leading to a sitting docile Sesshoumaru.

She starts to walk outwards into the center as the crowd tenses with the appearance of Slut. His shoulder length silver locks up in a high pony tail bobbing as he crawls with his master, donned in a leather jockstrap that paraded his small plump bottom to those who had the edge seats, his wood poking out under him with need. and his chest covered in a matching leather harness which the leash connects.

Kagura walks him up to the pole at the center of the walkway and ties it around securing a knot.

"Sit." She commands and he eagerly sits and bows into child's pose, arms in front, just the way she likes him to be.

She walks around the lowered figure and stands behind him, staring down at him as if he was gum on her heel. Leaning forward she presses her spiked shoe into Sesshoumaru's back scarping it along the way. Slut shivers, always surprising the audience with his love of pain. She kicks him in the rear and commands for him to raise and he gracefully arches his back and places his hands upon his lap waiting for her instruction.

Kagura walks around her slave, as if she was a cat ready to pounce and starts to gyrate around him, walking in front of him she grasps his shoulders roughly with her long manicured nails, digging into skin and hovers above his lap, almost lowering her core to his lap, she bounces her bodacious frame over his, practically dry humping the submissive male, her breast only mere inches away from his closed lips.

Quickly standing, she bends over him, still gripping his shoulders, and waves her rear in the air for all those to see, stands, reaches behind his head, and rams his face into her barely clothed crotch. His face, rolled around into her covered sex as she raises her on leg onto his shoulder, slightly bending over more so that the audience could see more of the show, and pulls her panties to the side ordering her submissive to lick.

His obscenely long tongue flicking her opening as she grinds slighting over his face pulling his hair in both hands aggressively making the only thing he can breathe is cunt.

Eventually, her oral play on herself using his mouth ended and Slut's body was soon tied to the very pole his leash was so particular. His arms suspended above his head, criss-crossing behind and tying together, his middle wrapping the a thick rope around the pole, while his knees spread wide and bent making his body seem uncomfortably leaning onto the pole.

Standing behind him, she rubs one of his tied hands across her bare chest, getting herself off while her slave wriggles in his imprisonment. Leaning over his confined frame, she rubs her dainty hands down his broad chest and clawing her nails upward after getting a moan from her Slut's lips.

Reaching behind to the back of the stage she pulls out a big chest filled with sexual goodies and toys, gazing upon the collection she decides on a heady black flogger with studded tails.

Going back up to Slut, she glides the flogger up his exposed rear, around onto his covered sex, and up to his chin, she leans down while moving my covering to the side and whispers, "Are you ready?"

He glups then does a curt nod, this was the best and worst part of his Thursday performances. He knows he will get the chance to cum like he hasn't all week, but he knows he will cum more times than he can count in one sitting, and as painful as it will be his love hate of the feeling will be overridden by his brains drugged nerves where it lies to the audience, making his show all the more appealing.

Kagura knows secretly I love this, which is why she always enjoys this part, and so does the bastard, every Thursday night.

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Twenty minutes, 10 ejaculations, and 3 pose changes, my body is spent but I have to keep going. I am now suspended over the middle of the catwalk, knees bent, legs spread, arms bound behind my back, and my wood lying about my arousal yet again.

My body scattered in welts, claw marks, cuts, slight bruising, and my own essence of course.

By now, I am a shivering mess while I watch myself be straddled by Kagura, reverse cowgirl style, loving the way the audience stare intensely at her smoldering bod. While we're slightly swinging from the movements, shes already wet while she glides herself abruptly onto my shaft and goes to work. Rocking my body while she rocks the chains I hang from, she pants, her knees onto mine her hands holding for dear life to the chains connecting my knees to the ceiling while she starts to lose herself on me.

My abs tighten up as she speeds up the fucking shes giving me, though I don't care for vaginal sex, and she doesn't care for male genitalia, we have a silent agreement to be the only ones to fuck one another the hetrosexual way and enjoy it.

We're getting closer to our peaks, I can tell, I am ready to burst. I break the bonds of my arms reaching up and grasping her full hips into my hands roughly picking her up and slamming her back down onto my cock, she writhes in pure pleasure.

Increasing the speed for us, I ram her smaller body over and over on me as I near my orgasm.

"Fuuuucckkk!" She screams out as her body bows over and she convulses over me, her core spasming around my shaft.

Still fucking her, she knows I want to cum so badly and she places both hands on to my stomach as she leans back onto me moving her frame with my thruts. Her nails dig into skin, ripping apart flesh in her death grasp, I'm done.

My hands still her hips as I drive my orgasm into her empty womb, filling my seed into her, she cums again.

The lights dim, the audience belows, the aroused scents thick in the air, and I feel the bastard's eyes looking at me in the distance and I shiver with fear.

Oh Thursdays, how I love and despise thee.

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A/N: Any questions, comments, or concerns, please tell me so I can know!
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