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With that, Mikan’s favorite song began to play and she began strutting out onto the main stage with as much confidence as she could muster.

“Y-You’re gonna need a n-nurse! Because I’m gonna make your pulse rise to d-dangerous levels!” ‘Lisa’ announced as she struck a pose next to the main stripper pole, giving everyone a good look at her body.

She then grabbed the pole and descended into a squatting position, spreading her legs, earning the attention of the customers. Slowly, she began to move her hips, swaying her stomach, and moving one of her hands to begin massaging her groin through the thin fabric of her panties. Some men began to reach into their wallets and pull out some bills, but Mikan had more before she was taking anything off.

Gripping the pole with both hands, Mikan summoned all of her strength and lifted herself up, and spread her legs nice and wide for all to see. Then came the hard part, the part she had spent hours getting right. Briefly letting go of the pole, Mikan spun around, maintaining her excellent split, and managed to land her soft ass right in front of Shuichi. The office worker then watched as she began thrusting the booty back and forth, close to his face, then far away, all while trying to stay in sync with the beat, like Hiyoko did with her dance.

“D-don’t be shy b-big guy. You can h-have as m-much as you can grab if you have a tip~”” Mikan stammered as she gave Shuichi a teasing wink. Shuichi nodded silently in reply as he took a few larger bills and reached toward Mikan’s red and white panties. Once there, he slipped the dollar underneath waistband and squeezed her **** rear, just like Kaito had earlier - only for him to freeze up again and keep his hand there much longer than he should have, visibly sinking his fingers into her flesh as he panicked. Mikan knew she had to act fast.

“Y-you’re a lot stronger than you look! I-I love it when boys like you get forceful,” she moaned loudly, letting the bouncers know that they shouldn’t intervene. “Since today’s your s-special day, I think I can let you keep going… j-just this once!”

“W-wha?” Shuichi blushed even brighter as he finally snapped out of his haze and realized just how long he’d been touching her. “O-oh… thank you.”

Shuichi then began to move his hand, gently caressing the nurse’s rear with a touch more delicate than the stripper was expecting. Mikan had to **** her lips together to stop the moan that was built up in her throat. She had fully expected him to use the opportunity to spank her or really manhandle her, but instead he was being remarkably gentlemanly about it. In fact, his hand felt so good against her smooth skin that she wouldn’t mind letting him do this all day.

“Hey, Shuichi! Now’s your chance!” Kazuichi suddenly whispered to Shuichi. “Take those panties off and give us all some bang for our buck!”

“Uh… I’m pretty sure that would be going too far… right?” Shuichi replied before glancing back up at ‘Lisa’.

“”W-well, if you slipped 200,000 yen in my hat, I m-might be persuaded in letting you keep them as a souvenir,” Mikan replied seductively. She tried best to sound unenthusiastic about the idea, but the thought of a guy actually wanting to keep her panties for himself turned her on far more than she could have liked to admit.

“You heard her, birthday boy! Give her what she wants!” Kaito smirked and nudged Shuichi in his ribs.

Shuichi still felt a little nervous but, nonetheless, took out the bills Mikan had asked for and stood up to put them into her nurse’s cap. Mikan could barely stop herself from squeaking as she realized she had managed to get the biggest tip from the Ultimate John so far, but she did her best to keep up her facade of confidence as she got ready to expose herself.

Bending down so as to conceal her pussy best she could, she brought her panties down in the most teasing way she could, purposely bending and twisting her body to keep Shuichi interested. Finally, after a few seconds that no doubt felt like years for him, Mikan was lying on her side, and raised the leg that held the panty up, exposing her vagina right before she used the leg to fling the undergarments up and catch them. She quickly stood up, and began to slowly walk towards him, twirling her panty around her finger.

Originally she had planned on using her undergarments to wrap around the back of Shuichi’s neck and then shove his face into her breasts, but instead the garment flew off her finger and directly into Shuichi’s face. Mikan let out a cute giggle at the sight, but noticed one of the other dancers in the crowd was pointing at her watch and gesturing backstage. Time was up.

“Thanks so much for letting me dance for you, sweetie. I p-promise, I’ll see you again soon.” Lisa gave Shuichi and the crowd a playful wink as she struck a cute pose. “Be sure to stick around, because we have something very special planned for all of you!”

And with that, Mikan turned around, slapped her ass and strutted off to the backstage. There, she saw the very impressive white cake that Shuichi’s friends had ordered for him. It was big enough for a stripper to pop out of, but Hiyoko made it very clear that no one was to jump in, on, or out of it - it was for ‘eating, not dancing’.

“Well well well… I guess even clumsy sluts like you have a good moment every now and then,” Hiyoko commented smugly as she looked out and saw Shuichi put Mikan’s panties into his pocket. “Thank God for miracles. Alright; Luna, Belle! You two are up next! Be sure to look nice and pretty, but don’t cause too much of a distraction as we deliver the cake to the client.”

“H-hey Hiyoko? C-can I… k-keep dancing? P-Please?” Mikan suggested, pressing two index fingers together. “I mean, I think I made a good impression on Mr. Saihara, and I think I could get some more money out of him i-if I offer my top.”

“... Fine; I’ll let you be eye candy for just a little longer.” Hiyoko walked up to Mikan and poked her in the chest with her index finger. “But keep it tame, alright? I want all eyes on me and the others spoiling the man of the hour. You got that, you skank?”

“Y-yes! T-thank you so-” Mikan didn’t get to finish her sentence as Hiyoko joined the others.

“So, how are you enjoying your gift so far, Shuichi?” Kaito asked over the sound of thumping dance music as he held his margarita in his hand. “This is pretty great, right?”

“Well, I’m not sure if I’d call this kind of place my scene, but… I will admit, this place is a lot more fun than I expected it to be,” Shuichi replied, pocketing the panties of the cute stripper who had just danced for him. “I’m starting to see why some people become addicted to coming to places like this.”

“Heh, careful there, Shuichi; if you talk too much like that, you might become a pervert,” Makoto warned.

“Yeah, Shuichi; there’s only room at our office for one Kazuichi!” Kaito joked.

“H-hey, what’s that supposed to me-” Kazuichi began to say before he was abruptly cut off by a group of strippers approaching their table.

“Happy birthday!” The girls all cheered, Sunshine herself leading the way with a wide smile as two other girls, one green-haired the other red, pulled a small cart with a massive birthday cake sitting on it..

“W-wait a second… is that…?” Shuichi trailed off.

“You bet it is, bud!” Kaito replied proudly. “A cake baked by the best chef in town, all for you! You didn’t really think we’d let you go home without a cake, did you? It practically won’t be a birthday without one!”

“Thanks, you guys… I really don’t deserve this,” Shuichi said as he looked back at the cake and the beautiful girls towing it.

“Hehe, that’s so funny, mister!” Sunshine giggled as she handed Shuichi a knife, a plate, and a fork. “There’s no need to be modest; you deserve the very best! And don’t you ever, ever settle for anything less~”

Shuichi smiled and moved to cut the first slice out of the cake, placing a large slice on his plate just as Key-Boy reintroduced Lisa back to the stage. He placed the first bite into his mouth and started chewing, coating his taste buds in a lovely layer of sugar and bliss. The moist vanilla cake somehow tasted even better than it looked.

“Here, babe - let me get that for you~” Hiyoko giggled again as she took the fork from Shuichi’s hand and began putting the food into his mouth herself. Shuichi blushed but didn’t move to stop her - after all, if she wanted to pay him this kindness, who was he to stop her?

Hiyoko was indeed delighting in feeding him, but it certainly wasn’t out of the kindness of her heart. Instead, she reveled in how the other strippers stared jealously at her for taking the chance to feed the Ultimate John, and she was already imagining him adding a few zeroes to her bank account. She noticed the other men of the club staring at her stop, clearly impressed by how far she was willing to go for her clients. She smirked subtly - they would be good clients later as well.

But what she didn’t notice was Mikan was trying out some new moves on the pole. She had attempted to lift herself up off the ground by one hand for her next spin, but that quickly proved to be a mistake as it wasn't nearly as stable as she originally thought it was.

Suddenly there was a loud snap as the pole gave way while the stripper was working it at the top. The metal bar bent, and Mikan went flying like she had gotten shot out of a cannon, and in the process her tube top, the only clothing she still had on, got torn off. And it wasn’t just her. Girls tried to get out of the way of the falling piece of metal, and tripped and fell over each other, and desperately reached out to grab anything and everything that could break the fall. And when onstage at a strip club, there was only really one thing there to grab.

The girls fell like dominoes, and no bras or panties were spared from the grabby hands, and none of them managed to slow Mikan’s fall in the slightest.

When Mikan finally landed, it was all the way on the countertop of the bar on the other side of the room. Miraculously, she managed to land on her feet, but she still knocked over more than a few drinks as she stumbled across it. The bartender, Hiroko, was so startled by Mikan’s appearance that she accidentally threw up the bottle of expensive champagne she was holding.

Mikan was quick to spring into action and catch the bottle before it hit the ground, only for her to slip on some of the booze that had spilled all over the bar. Slipping at the last possible moment, Mikan made a mad dive for the bottle to try and somehow salvage this awful situation, but she unfortunately didn’t look before she leaped and dove straight into Shuichi’s cake a few feet away. This caused a small explosion of white frosting and sugar, coating Shuichi and his friends from head to toe in the process. Hiyoko, by virtue of her almost superhuman grace and agility, managed to avoid the same fate.

When Mikan finally regained her senses, however, she realized that she wasn’t lying on top of the cake’s cart. Instead, Then she felt something a lot more soft and warm underneath her, and the “Ooof” noise made it clear it was a person. Then she felt something else. It too was warm, but sticky, like an ooze, and seemed to pool around her ass. And judging by how much was coming out, he must have been really on the edge.

Distracted by the disaster that had just happened, Mikan didn’t register her thumb just under the cork on the champagne bottle she had just saved. Soon it popped open, the liquid erupting outward, covering Mikan’s face in a flurry of foaming white fluid, giving her a full alcoholic bukkake that every man in the club stared at in amazement.

“Grr… Lisa…” As she surveyed the damage the stripper had done, Hiyoko was absolutely seething with rage. She could already tell that this was going to be the single worst embarrassment in the club’s history. It would take months, maybe even years for them to fully recover their reputation after this mess. “Why you little…!”

“Holy shit…” Kazuichi said as he stared, his voice breathless and the entire club silent. “That… was… frickin’ awesome !”

“Hell yeah! That was amazing!” Kaito agreed as he, and all the other men save for Shuichi, began cheering. “One of the best, most original performances I’ve seen in my life.”

“Eh?” Shocked, Hiyoko looked away from Mikan and stared at the purple-haired man. “Do you… mean that?”

“Of course I do! I mean, I didn’t order a stripper with our cake, but I have to admire your girl’s improv skills!” Kaito replied.

“Improv?” Hiyoko blinked as she considered how to react. “Yeah… such amazing improv, I agree! That’s why little Lisa here is one of our top dancers! She really is quite the firecracker!”

“Boy, I’ll say!” Makoto said as he wiped the cake that was on his face away. “Are you okay, Shuichi? You didn’t get hurt in the fall, did you?”

“N-no, not at all,” Shuichi replied, silently thankful that no one could see the new wet stain in his pants underneath Mikan and all the cake. “She pulled off her routine perfectly.”

“Th-thank you, sir! I’m glad I was able to make your birthday extra s-special!” Mikan did her best to giggle as confidently as she could as she tried her best to stand up from Shuichi’s chair. However, both the floor and her seat were completely coated in slick frosting, so as she tried to get up she found herself slipping once again. “W-woah!”

Mikan fully expected herself to find herself face-first on the floor after that but, to her shock, she found her fall cushioned by a man’s firm chest. Shuichi Saihara had seen what was about to happen and had gotten up to catch her, wrapping her arms around her torso and holding her steady with his feet planted firmly on the floor.

“H-hang on, Lisa! I’ve got you!” Shuichi assured her as he held the nurse steady, her legs still struggling to find their fooding. “Don’t worry… you’re safe. You’re safe.”

“Huh?” Mikan looked up at Shuichi's handsome face and blushed more brightly than she had the entire night. “You… saved me?”

“Well… yeah, of course I did,” he replied with a smile. “What was I supposed to do; let you fall?”

“N-no, it’s just… no one has ever saved me from one of my accidents before… not since… him .” Mikan looked away, unable to handle the embarrassment she was feeling any longer.

“Uh, sure, that’s great,” Hiyoko interrupted as she grabbed Mikan by the shoulder. “Please excuse us for just a minute; I need to head backstage to help Lisa… clean up a little. Be sure not to go anywhere, though; we have another special surprise for you when we get back!”

“Alright - see you in a minute,” Shuichi replied as Hiyoko began leading Mikan away and the other strippers descended on Shuichi and his friends with dozens of paper towels.

Hiyoko managed to keep her happy smile on for a little bit as she walked toward the backstage entrance, but by the time she actually reached it she was scowling terribly, and she almost slammed the door behind her she was so furious.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t-” Mikan stammered, putting up her hands defensively.

“Shut. Up.” Hiyoko ordered in a deathly calm voice.

Everyone backstage shivered instinctively at that tone of voice. Back in her youth, Hiyoko was a total brat, who was used to getting everything she wanted. And when she didn’t, she would scream, shout, and threaten to get what she wanted. Thankfully, entering the real world **** her to calm down a fair bit, but she still wasn’t above name calling and yelling. In fact, that was one of the first things the girls had to get used to when working here; Hiyoko would call you names and scream at you, but she did that to everyone, including herself. Especially herself.

So if someone screwed up, and her tone was calm, then they knew they really messed up.

“I told you to be tame, you retarded cow. I let you have a chance, and you fucking blew it, you clumsy failed abortion. If it wasn’t for that god-like luck, we could be facing a mountain of legal trouble and a massive loss of reputation and cash. Right now the only thing stopping me from snapping your stupid chicken neck is the fact that I gotta clean up your mess. Pack your things you talentless, worthless bitch. You’re done here, and I’ll make sure you never find work in the dancing business ever again.”

“P-please! Just give me one more chance!” Mikan begged, but this time she didn’t receive so much as a sympathetic glance from her fellow strippers. “I’ll be good this time, I pr-”

Mikan was interrupted by a sudden, powerful, and deafening slap to the face.

The attack stunned Mikan into silence. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, but she didn’t so much as sniffle as Hiyoko grabbed Mikan’s overcoat and bag, the only two things that were truly hers, and shoved them into Mikan’s arms.

“I gave you enough chances, whore. Now-”

Hiyoko forcefully turned Mikan around and began moving her to the door.

“Get! Out!”

And with that, Mikan was **** out of the only place she felt she belonged, and the door slammed in her face. Thunder cracked and rain poured down, as if Mother Nature herself wanted to rub things in for Mikan as well. She banged against the door almost immediately, begging, pleading to be let back in. But nothing she said elicited a response, and that’s when Mikan realized:

She was alone. Truly alone.

The girl began to put on her massive trench coat to cover herself up. But before she could decide her next course of action, it would seem fate had already decided that for her.

“E-excuse me?” A timid voice asked.

“Gaaaaahhh!” Mikan screamed, turning around.

“Gaaaaahhh!”” The person, a girl wearing a facemask and a white coat, screamed back.

For a good few minutes, the two girls just stood there, staring at each other, like a pair of rabbits afraid that any sudden movement would cause the other to attack. The pouring rain was the only noise either heard. Until the girl with the mask cleared her throat.

“S-so ummmmm, not to sound nosy or anything, but… I… um… I heard everything.”

“O-oh. Yea… that h-happened.” Mikan replied with a sniffle. Looking down at the ground, she saw that the contents of her handbag had spilled. The girl with the mask also noticed. Mikan began to bend over to pick them up.

“M-my name’s Seiko. W-would you like some help?” the masked woman offered.

Mikan looked at Seiko with puffy and red eyes. “Please?”

Seiko simply nodded and went to work, picking up a small first-aid kit. “Hmm? What’s this?” The silver-haired woman opened the box and found a wide array of **** and medical devices. “My word… this is the tiniest defibrillator I’ve ever seen. Is this a toy? Or a practice device?”

“Eh? N-no, actually; it’s real,” Mikan replied. “I made it myself. I started carrying one around ever since I had an, uh… client go into cardiac arrest during work. L-luckily I haven’t had to use it too often so far…”

“You mean, you’ve actually used this to save lives? That’s incredible!” Seiko replied. “Does this mean that you’re actually in the medical field? Why are you here, and not somewhere else, like a hospital?”

“W-well, I am a licensed nurse, but… the loans were a bit too much for me to handle,” Mikan explained bashfully. “I-I heard that girls do stuff like this all the time to p-pay off debt quickly, but… it looks like I’ll have to apply for a hospital position sooner than I expected. I-I’m sure if I apply right away, I’ll get a job in a m-month or two.”

“Actually… I could get you a job sooner, if you’d like,” Seiko offered, surprising Mikan. “I run the pharmacy just down the street, and I’ve been thinking about getting an assistant for a little while now. You could work for me for a little while if you’d like… just until you get back on your feet, of course.”

Mikan picked up the last of her spilled items, a small golden locket, and looked up to see Seiko extending a hand out to the soaking former stripper.

“Would… would you like to… you know… help me out?” Seiko asked.

Mikan looked at the hand and hugged the stranger. They may have met only a few minutes ago, but Mikan really wanted a hug from someone, anyone. And fortunately for her, Seiko hugged back.

“Come on. I’ve got some business I need to take care of, but I can drop you off at your place first.”