Jaune says, with a hot and deep, breathy tone as he grinds against the pole, dancing topless as his shining skin, slick with hard earned sweat made his Huntsman trained body stand out, his muscles flexing as he danced, and blonde hair stuck to his face, framing his barely visible blue eyes under the shadows of the light, all while wearing a pair of obscenely skin-tight black leather pants that did nothing to hide a bulge that went down his leg to almost his knee.
With skilled hands and movements he worked artfully on that pole and did a display of movement that was near artful, occasionally making sure to look at one of his more well paying patrons to give them a disgust, haughty look, to let them know they were beneath him, along with sharp, toothy smile.
It worked wonders on his audience, even to those he did not aim his precise looks at, especially those he did not bother to look at. Sending heavy panting through the crowd, a round of excited shivers.
The music then started to wind down while the lights then dimmed, leaving Jaune to slowly complete his dance with sensual, calculated movements to dying beat, till all that could left was the sound of Jaune’s black leather boots hitting the stage, followed by the clack of his heeled boots.
The room then went silent, no one moved as everyone froze, the audiences breath caught in their throat.
He walked across the stage, and languidly rolled his head across the room, looking.
The he pulled his arm up and pointed at three women to come to him.
Each of the three were well-known in the upper-class of Atlas, A high-maintenance trophy wife, a haughty and predatory CEO, and finally a women who had lived off the massive interest of her inheritance. All obscenely wealthy. All of them knew he chose them for that reason, all three of them hopelessly under his spell that they couldn’t refuse his call if they wanted too, they were his for the night.
They approached hastily to Jaune who towered over them, he briefly touched their necks before grabbing the middle one by the throat, the CEO. “Hmm, yes. You’ll be the bottom to night,” He let her down, her cheeks deeply aflame, as he then pushed her behind him, now looking at the other two.
He caressed the other two’s cheeks possessively, as the trophy wife and the other woman leaned into his touch. “You two, however, will be pets tonight.” As he then slapped two collars over their necks, leashing them both. “On your knees, pets!” He harshly barked at them.
They both went to their hands and knees trembling figures, as then Jaune turned around pulling on their leashes, grabbing the CEO by the waist as he walked them up to the suites for a night of humiliation, pain, and ecstasy.
All while the rest of his less fortunate or attractive clientele silently seethed with wanting jealousy, and masochistic humiliation. More than willing to wait till next week for Horny Day to pay again for seats and the chance for a night with him, as Master Arc never choose the same three twice in a row.
Club Ice-heart's is known for being a very exclusive, very expensive club in the city of Atlas, well known for three things, One; high quality in all things, a dedicated staff, a beautiful location, delicious food, and elegant decor. Two, serving specific clientele a specific kind of entertainment, making sure to only hire the highest quality ‘entertainment.’ Three; Complete and utter silence on who entered and left the place, anyone who talked about what goes on in the Ice-Heart was banned from the Ice-Heart.
The only way to enter was to be a member or be invited by one, and it always offed membership to huntsmen and then upper-class of Atlas, it even had a degree of sway over the council.
It was also always hiring, provided you were Huntsmen trained or had the right connections, needing to have the body to match hours of exertion, and the ability to dominate your opposition and be modestly attractive.
It had been a a chance encounter that led to Jaune being begged to join the Ice-Heart’s, as when one of Mistresses they employed, on a whim went to Mantle happened across Jaune and unleashed a depraved potential within him.
It had been a chance encounter for Sasha Winters, a Mistress of the Ice-Heart to come down to Mantle. She had affairs to settle from her time here before she joined the Ice-heart.
She had chosen to walk around, look at her old stomping grounds.
It was by entirely accident that she found a blonde man holding a stop sign, while children crossed the street.
What wasn’t an accident was the rock that flew at a fox faunas child. “Go back to Mengarie, you animal!”
A large man with tattoos across his body yelled, he looked Mistrialian.
Sasha scowled at him, while she didn’t particular like Faunus, that didn’t mean she approved of attack them!
A gauntleted fist caught the rock in mid-air.
The man turned to look at Mistrilian, and he tightened his hand, a audible crunching of the rock could be heard as it was turned to powder.
He locked eyes with him, then looked at the children. “Once you’re across the street wait for me, I’ll only be one moment.”
The faunus child looked sad with teary eyes. The blonde man looked at her with a comforting expression. “You are find the way you are, give me a second and I’ll make sure everything is alright.”
When the blonde man looked back, he wasn’t angry. It was an oddest expression Sasha had seen.
In the fact there was no emotion.
Those eyes! They could melt the ice-caps!
She could feel there intensity even when she wasn’t the target.
The blonde man marched up to the Mistrilian, looming over him by a good couple inches.
“You have two options,” He said calmly. “One, you get down on your knees and apologize to that little girl, and then I take you to jail.”
The other man sneers, and opened his mouth.
A gauntleted fist clenched the Mistrilian’s face.
Sasha felt a thrill go through her as she watched the Blonde Man. As a deep, intense disgusted look was thrusted at the other man, but that wasn’t it, Sasha saw deeper, she saw the authority behind the Blonde’s actions, with a commanding look in in his eyes.
“Or, I make an example out of you,” He lifted the man into the air, tightening his grip, the cracking of his bones in the man’s face could be heard. “to show that little girl, as long as I’m around, she had nothing to fear from people you.”
The blonde dropped the man callously, and gave him a friendly smile, looking down at him. “So, what’s you’re choice?”
Sasha knew then and there, this boy had potential!
Jaune turned around as he dropped off the last of his wards, turning to look at his shadow that had been following him for the last hour.
“So, uh, can I help you?” Jaune called out behind him.
A stunning woman with blonde hair with red highlights, red eyes, and red lips smiled at him.
“How would you like to make people happy, while not hiding who you are?”
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