Back that azz up

Haru strutted through the club, her steps matched the blaring music and her butt bounced to the beat. It wasn't something she even realized she was doing; even when she stopped to examine the drinks offered at the bars, she kept her butt swaying side to side.

The drinks looked expensive, multi-colored bottles lining the walls, but Haru couldn't make out the labels and there was no menu presented. Her lips pursed in a frustrated pout as she realized these were probably all cognitive constructs anyway, unfit for consumption.

She had seen the bars and had the idea to sell **** at her café and so had looked at them as potential suggestions, but now... was it really a good idea? The club had a pleasant atmosphere... and she wanted to cultivate a pleasant atmosphere in her café But it should be different, shouldn't it? She wanted something more relaxing... didn't she?

Conflicting thoughts about how the atmosphere in the club made her feel, wanting to build a pleasant atmosphere in her café and the idea that club atmosphere wasn't what she actually wanted bounced around her brain. All the while the occasional thought that there was something she ought to be doing kept getting hip-checked out of the way by everything else.

Haru's hips jerked and swayed a bit more violently, reflecting her frustration. If only she could think clearly!

Her mind wandered back to her café. What would her customers like most? What **** tasted the best? Had the highest **** content? What... music would be best to play?

The clink of ice against glass pulled her attention away from her mental wanderings and she glanced towards the bar where a tall glass of amber liquid was right within reach.

"You look parched, honey. The drink's on the house." A husky female voice came from the counter.

The woman behind the bar wore a tight green mini dress that showed off her curvaceous body. Haru raised her eyes as she felt that if she were to stare much longer, the woman's tits would pop out. The woman had soft looking lips, painted in a glossy, black lipstick, curved in a slight smile. Her brown eyes sparkled as they seemed to take all of Haru in. Her dark, nearly black, blue hair in a messy bowl cut bounced slightly as she subtly bobbed her head to the music. The name 'Takemi' drifted into Haru's mind as she felt the woman was familiar.

"There's no need to hold back." The woman said, sliding the drink closer to Haru.

Haru picked the drink up, thinking that just a sip would be enough, but the moment a drop of that **** touched her tongue, she found herself overwhelmed by the sweet taste. The liquid warmed her throat and chest, making her feel lightheaded. What was meant to be a sip, turned into a mouthful as she guzzled down the entire thing before setting it down.

The feeling of warmth spread throughout her body and Haru's head started spinning. Her tongue moved over her lips, searching for more of that delicious brew.

"You're such a cutie." The bartender gave a sultry giggle. "Say, can you do me a favor? You seem like the type who would be good in the... service industry. Can you bring these drinks to that table?"

The table she pointed to had about a dozen people seated at it and there was a stage with a gold pole in the center. She had seen women using these poles to dance around at other tables, but this one was empty.

"Of course!" Haru replied cheerfully. The bartender had given her that delicious drink and so serving drinks seemed like the least Haru could do in return.

Despite the slight buzz she had from the ****, Haru balanced the drink tray perfectly on one hand. She moved dexterously through the crowd of patrons without spilling any of the beverages. She hummed along to the music in the background as she placed the first drink on the table.

~Girl you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah

Haru placed the next drink on the table, bending over slightly more. She felt, even if she was only pretending to be a waitress, that she needed to fit in with the atmosphere, to provide a better experience for the patrons. And that meant making a bigger display of her posterior.

~Girl you looks good, won't you back that azz up

She bent further, reaching out to place another drink. Her shorts slid down a bit, exposing her butt crack. She smiled and giggled at how well she was doing when she felt someone spank her meaty cheeks. An apprehensive thought about how big her derriere was when another person started fondling it flitted across her mind, but that was quickly shoved away when she felt a wad of bills slipped between her butt cheeks.

She put the last drink down, giving a coy smile as she held the tray to her chest with one hand and retrieved the money with the other. It was a lot more than she would get at her café.

She felt the expectant gaze of the group on her. Had she forgotten something?

A new song started to play and Haru realized what she was missing. She was supposed to give a show along with the drinks. In different circumstances, this kind of action would be scandalous, but the idea of the forbidden excited her.

With a wink to the seated patrons, Haru put the tray down and sauntered up to the stage, her steps and the sway of her hips keeping time to the music. She stood before the pole and ran a hand over her butt and then settling it on her hip. She reached out for the pole with her other hand and a spotlight illuminated her.

Her fingers gripped tightly onto the metal pole and she began to slowly circle the pole. She turned her back to the pole and slowly raised and lowered her right leg. She spun around, grabbing the pole and then used the momentum to keep spinning around the pole, wrapping a leg around it.

This was all part of the customer service of this club, Haru thought. She needed to give her all to satisfy them and it was a matter of her professional pride to make sure her customers were happy.

Haru kept turning and twisting while moving her legs around the pole. She swayed side to side, thrusting herself forward, leaning backward. Her breasts bounced enticingly in her tight top.

Haru had felt a spike of pleasure when she had swatted Futaba's bottom earlier (though the action had been induced by the music) and she was feeling a similar ecstasy wash over her now. Her customers were happy and enjoying themselves, she was happy and enjoying herself and she knew that her performance would elicit a large number of tips. She could almost feel the money being slid into her clothes, between her breasts and the straps of her thong.

Her body kept moving and bouncing autonomously to the music as her mind wandered. She could make additions to her café, add speakers, lighting and poles. During the day it would be a café and at night it would be... well it would be a nightclub. A high class nightclub where people came to enjoy the finer things in life. People who wanted to have fun, relax and let loose.

She couldn't do that, a thought protested. But when trying to find a logical reason why, the only thing she could come up with was that her café was too small to accommodate those kinds of changes. She could buy another place, she reasoned, and make that into a nightclub. She could moonlight at a place like this, using her body to earn the extra money. And as for hiring people and attract the clientele it would be easy with the boombox.

Perhaps it was the **** from earlier (she wanted to have more, now that she thought of it) or perhaps it was the atmosphere or some combination thereof, but a pleasant happy fog was building in her mind. Her fingers brushed against her sweat-moistened skin and she licked her lips.

Would Ren want to watch her? Would he get off watching her shake her ass and writhe around the pole? Would he slip money into her cleavage to see her dance? Was there something wrong with her if she found such thoughts arousing rather than disgusting?

Haru felt some minor pangs of regret as she squatted and twerked her ass, wishing the boys were there to see her.