The two of them made for quite the odd pair. Oyuki, the cold and regal Princess of Neptune. Benten, the bullish beautiful Lucky God. Didn't seem like they'd have much in common, right? Maybe. Didn't keep them from hanging out a fair bit. It was probably the different nature of the two of them that made them hang out like this. 'Cause the one major thing the two of them had in common was how easily they got bored.
"Now Benten, mind your hand positions," the instructor said. "It is an unspoken rule of lapdancing that your hands are at least as important as what you do with the rest of your body."
"Yeah, yeah!" Benten grunted, gyrating her hips for a dummy in a chair. As in, literally a dummy. She trailed her hands down and around her taut stomach, but rolled her eyes. "It ain't like you've told me enough times..."
"Your friend is a natural," the instructor continued. Benten looked over at Oyuki, who had her robes open and was suggestively flipping it open and closed with a remarkable degree of coordination. "She's already moved onto the advanced lessons. My goodness, are you sure this is your first time?"
"Something about this nature of dance speaks to me," Oyuki said, whirling around and sitting in her dummy's lap, squirming in a way that made it seem to Benten like she couldn't get comfy. "My word, this is quite an enjoyable experience."
Yeah, it was kinda funny that. One minute they were shooting the shit, then the next all of a sudden Benten's complaining about being bored, and Oyuki brings up some random lap dancing lesson. Right out of nowhere. And here she was going along with it when... normally... she would have... laughed it off and said no?
Benten stopped mid-step and frowned. Yeah. Actually, yeah! She would never agree to this kinda bullshit normally. No matter how bored she got, something as girly as dancing really wasn't her speed. So why was she doing something so -
"Moroboshi," she said aloud. Oh, that somehow made all too much sense. Benten stomped across towards Oyuki, hooked her by the arm and hauled her out of that studio faster than she could blink. That weasel! She didn't know how, but this was exactly the kind of stunt he'd find a way to pull!
"Wait, come back!" the instructor insisted. "You paid for the full hour!"
"Yes Benten, we paid for the full hour of instruction," Oyuki said, and the air started to grow colder around them. Frost began to form on Benten's hand, where she'd grabbed her friend. "We should not waste our money in such a frivolous way."
Gulp! Benten was a brave chick, but not so brave that she could defy Oyuki when she got like this! She'd only ever seen it once, and that once was enough for a lifetime thanks!
"I did pay for both of us," Oyuki coldly said. Colder than usual. So cold you could see the warmth being sucked out of the air around her mouth.
"On second thoughts, we can stick around a little bit longer." Benten nervously let go of Oyuki's arm, and sheepishly stomped back to her dummy, where the instructor was already tapping her foot impatiently and giving her this really demeaning look. Like she was thinking 'see, don't be so stuck up' or some other thought that she oughta pop her in the mouth over.
"Smile, don't scowl," the instructor admonished. Guh. Benten put on her best cocky smirk before she resumed her dancing. "That's... better?"
"You should try to relax," Oyuki advised. She was throwing herself right into the lesson. "I am finding this quite a fun and enjoyable lesson."
That was the problem. So was she! There was something so inherently liberating about expressing her sexuality in this way that she couldn't help but appreciate it. She got a chance to show off, work out with muscles she didn't normally use and was learning how to control her own body in ways she never imagined she could!
To put it another way, Benten was having a blast and <i>nobody could ever know.</i>
"I'm just thinking," Benten said. The instructor gently guided her so she was leaning down, rolling her shoulders and drawing attention to her tits. "This seems really out of character for us, doesn't it?"
"Hrm, I suppose it is," Oyuki absently said. "I am still having fun though."
"No, I mean... I think Lum's horny fiance is up to something again." Benten arched her back, and gasped. G-Gosh, who knew lap dancing could be so therapeutic? <i>Nobody can ever know!</I> "I say, once we're done here we gotta track him down!"
"Good thinking," Oyuki said. "He will make a most adept judge of how effectively we have absorbed these lessons."
"Hands, Benten!" the instructor admonished, gently guiding Benten's . "Put them in the wrong place and your audience will be looking there instead of where you want them."
Grnk! She didn't want no audience looking at her body! Especially not that perv. The idea of him, or that rich dork, or some other drooling human idiot watching her work her hips, shake her ass and generally flaunt her body was... it was... it was!
Nobody could ever know how into this she was! Not one person!
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Shutaro Mendo was watching through the eyeglass yet again, to his shame. He could scarcely believe his eyes. There, before him, just as he was mulling over the erotic sight of Miss Sakura interfering with herself that just so happened to befall him, what should he encounter than Lum's two friends employing the services of a lap dance instructor!
"My word, those two are, ah, remarkably limber," he commented aloud. The rich boy licked his lips. "One can tell at a glance that they are both very healthy, albeit in different ways. Oh my! Now the instructor is having them dance together instead of separately! They are learning so quickly, just a few minutes ago the dark haired alien seemed quite unwilling to go along with this to the point she was trying to leave..."
He was torn. Surely one so great as he could go in to assist in their lesson? Why should he stay on the sidelines, when it was so clear that a fine and honourable young man such as he could offer assistance? Truly, this situation was a difficult one. A challenge unlike any other he had faced! At the very least he could take solace in the fact that nobody he knew had yet seen him engaging in such shameful voyeurism.
"Big brother Shutaro!"
Like, for example, the terrifyingly strong girl he was arranged to be married with. Who had the most unusual big brother complex in the history of the world... And whose face was a rather peculiar, if pretty, colour.
"Hello Asuka," he managed to get out while she, in turn, made a rather fine effort of turning his ribs into powder. "Fancy meeting you here. It's strange to see you out and about without your armour."
"Oh, that?" Asuka tittered, rubbing her pretty face against his chest. It felt like someone had run a wrecking ball along his torso. "The truth is, I've decided to overcome my fear of men!"
Again. She forgot the word again. It was rather an important word. He'd been there the last few times that Asuka's mother had 'convinced' her to try and get over that blasted phobia. It never ended well for him. That was the trouble with Asuka. She was like a venus fly trap: A sweet scent and seemed perfectly safe and inviting. Then she snaps shut around you and <i>squeezes</i>. Hard. He had once witnessed her lifting a car above her head with all the difficulty of hoisting a pillow. As such, a hug from her was the most painful experience imaginable.
"Say, what were you looking at, big brother?" Asuka asked, picking up the eyeglass and peering through it directly into the window he'd just been staring at. Mendo crumpled to the ground the instant she let go of him, but on seeing her do this he reached out a hand in a futile attempt to stop her. This! This was far worse than the pain! "Oh gosh, those girls are dancing! Teehee! That looks fun! What kind of dancing is that?"
"It's... called... lapdancing," Mendo answered, trying to think of a way to keep this from getting worse while he spoke. Not the easiest task. He was feeling quite humiliated and sore. "It's... a kind of dancing that a woman does for a man that she really likes."
Too late, he snapped out of his distraction and realised what he'd said. He might as well have said "I volunteer as the target for the testicle kicking competition. Here are some steel capped boots. Have at it."
"Gosh, then I had better learn how to do it!" Asuka said. "Come along Shutaro, teehee! I would rather have you there than some silly dummy."
"Noooooo!" Shutaro yelled, the one and only time in his entire life where he would vastly prefer that a pretty girl not give him a lapdance. He liked his lap! "Don't take me! You can't make me!" he yelled, fingers digging into the dirt beneath him as Asuka grabbed him by the ankles with one hand and effortlessly dragged him across towards the building's entrance. How embarrassing! How humiliating!
How strangely arousing.
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Kakugari had agonised over it. This chair was the ultimate power. So long as he was sitting in it, he could order anyone to do whatever he wanted, and they'd go about doing it. Not just people either. Animals. He'd instructed some birds to form a heart shape in the sky, and they'd done it.
This much power should be used responsibly. By which he meant, it must be used intelligently.
Hence: Unfolding his chair and sitting down directly outside the Mendo residence.
With a lengthy stick, he reached up to push the buzzer for the front gate. It took a few attempts for him to get the aim right, and exert enough pressure. But it worked. Like a charm.
"Let me in," he instructed, and just like that the gate opened wide. A little inside the grounds and he could see guards standing around, looking at him with a marked sign of respect that he was pretty sure would vanish the second he stood up. "Hey. Carry me and the chair inside," he instructed.
"Of course, your gloriousness!" the guards all said as one, walking across to hoist him over their shoulders and carry him away. Hehehe. Just as he planned it. At this rate he was going to basically own the richest family around, and nothing could stop him!
Which only goes to prove that he hadn't been paying attention. Because 'nothing' really likes to be put to the test.
- Asuka buys her way into the lesson.
- Kakugari makes a critical tactical error, allowing Ryoko control over the chair.
- Bunny Ryu starts her reign of mischief!
- Shinobu struggles with her passions.
- Lum has some nice dreams
- Something else
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