Financial Solutions pt. 2

A few days later, D.Va was in the club’s dressing room, looking herself over in a body length mirror. She was wearing a very light, casual outfit with quite a few layers. An open, dark blue zipper hoodie with a white sleeveless t-shirt that was slightly too long, tight fitting yoga pants in the color scheme of her pilot outfit, underneath she wore a dark blue bikini. She looked herself over twice and after spending the days researching min maxing and practicing her role she thought she was ready for her debut. At least as ready as she could have been, preferably she could use a few more days but Widowmaker explained that Talon was in need of money and she believed that Hana would do great, the encouragement motivated her but if she could she would really push for more time to prepare. Yet, her min maxing brought some fruit, even the outfit was picked by her to maximize income in the long run. Hana was quick to figure out that going all in on her debut would actually be bad. Instead, she decided to go in ‘modest’ instead, knowing that her reputation predicated her and if the patrons visiting her show were to recognize her, so she would give them a tease, just a sample of things to come, making them want to book more shows for the future for her to pull the strings and earn more.

Hana struck a pose, standing sideways to the mirror, her hands more or less loosely at her sides and she bent her leg backwards, sticking her butt out a bit and bending forward. She managed to keep balance well enough and look good enough with the triumphant but cute smile she showed, that was another thing she was quick to figure out. In her research D.Va learned that it wasn’t all about flaunting her T&A, that stuff may be enough for casuals. She had to play off of her widely known persona, lure the clients looking for a cute young piece of ass as well as ones that look for a challenge in her confident, straightforward part. That's why she even went tryhard on her own expression. While Hana’s lips were in cute smile, her eyes showed confidence and a sign of dominance that would show a challenge for clients that want to see that confidence defiled but not too much so the more squeamish won’t be deterred either and will be able to focus on the smile, linking the innocence it radiated with some sort of submissiveness. Yeah, Hana read some psychology books in preparation too, who would have thought?

D.Va was finally done with the inspection of her pose so her focus went off of herself in the reflection to notice Widowmaker leaning against the doorframe, Amelie’s hair was loose this time and she wore a purple chinese dress. Seeing that Hana was done with the pose Amelie walked up and crossed her arms around Hana’s stomach, her motherly fantasy clearly influenced the gesture even if she didn’t want to admit it. Hana played along, maybe not entirely realizing what was going on in Widowmaker’s head, she stuck out her rear and rubbed it against the taller woman’ thigh to tease her as a part of her practice for later.

“The teaser photos we sent got quite the attention from potential clients, great idea.” Widowmaker commented.

“Yep! Sending them a teaser of just my sideboob in my pilot suit should send the message and spark enough interest, plus the cheaper price for the debut show will ensure more people will show up and spread the word of mouth for later, more expensive shows” D.Va explained, satisfied with herself.

“Wow, you are into this.” Widowmaker commented raising an eyebrow playfully and pushing her hands towards D.Va’s chest seemingly going for a grab. But D.Va swatted Widow’s hands away with another calculated move, pushing them away to stop her from touching them but not hitting hard enough to completely discourage the groper or scare them away.

“Come on, you can consider me a paying client.” Widowmaker smiled at their reflection and grabbed D.Va’s chest and groped her perky titts. She went in to kiss Hana’s neck and hand tilted her head to give her more space to kiss at.

“Well I guess you aaareee…” She said teasingly, sweetening her voice as much as she could while playing along some more.

“I am proud of you, you prepared so well.” Widowmaker praised Hana as a part of her newfound ‘motherly’ instinct. Hana felt satisfaction swell in her chest from the compliment

Finally, showtime has come. The club’s main floor was styled in the way the clubs in the early 2000’s and 2010’s just less trashy and more stylish to fit the rich crowd of patrons that were now sitting at the tables surrounding the walk out stage that extended itself into 2/5th of the dimly lit room. Every patron at a table had a small booklet promoting the club, which included another tease of Hana presented as a mysterious star to build anticipation even now.

Behind the scene Widowmaker and Hana prepared themselves, dressed as during preparation, D.Va made sure herself that lighting on the stage was perfect and double checked everything else, she wasn’t nervous, she knew that there is no point in being nervous. “We are ready.” She said after taking a deep breath.

Widowmaker enabled her headset microphone and D.Va adjusted her’s, they were practically invisible, D.Va made sure to pick the smallest and the highest quality ones. She used the experience she had with gaming equipment to find the best fit for the job.

Widowmaker wrapped her arm around D.Va’s waist and led her onto the stage.

“Welcome ladies and gents, thank you for waiting and I hope you will enjoy your time at ‘Oh La La’. Now, without further ado, here’s the main debut of the night!”

“Yeoleobun annyeonghaseyo! (Hello everyone!) Hana Song here!” D.Va stepped forward as her theme song known to everyone started playing and made a peace sign sideways over her face and spread her arms afterwards, doing a playful twirl advancing the stage. “You may know me as D.Va, so…. D.Va reporting in!” Hana struck the pose she practiced earlier after she said it. The crowd was a mix of murmurs, surprised gasps. D.Va still analyzed the faces, the glances and the stares she was getting, trying to maximize the positive attention she received. At least now that she knew all the eyes were on her, she could stop talking and start moving. She shot a smile towards the people in front of her and strutted slowly towards the middle of the room at the end of the stage, unzipping her hoodie, pulling it apart playfully, giggling a little at the people to her left and then turning to her right, giving the left side a view of her butt as she bend back with her hands behind her straight before she started moving on with her show walking the last few steps, shaking the hoodie off of her arms, revealing her sleeveless shirt, tight on her body, showing her firm, flat stomach.

D.Va bent forward at her waist, and moved her butt smoothly in a circle, straining one buttock to lift in her tight yoga pants and then the other. Then she moved her slender legs to pull off one of her sneakers by the back and push it aside before doing the same thing with the other sneaker. She then turned around and pressed her back against the pule, biting her lip and looking to the side, making sure to give both sides of the stage as equal attention as possible. The pole spread Hana’s buttocks as she pressed against it, moving up and down, bending her knees a little as her thumbs went for edge of her yoga pants and she started to peel them off slowly, revealing her bikini bottoms and shapely legs, the lower she went with her hands the more she bent down, showing her cleavage to the rows along the catwalk and giving the front of the stage a view of her rear too. Finally the pants were down and her modesty was only covered with the bikini bottoms. She pushed the pants off the stage with her foot for a lucky patron to pick them up if they chose to. While turning she bent towards the crowd area that her yoga pants went to and whispered “They are even autographed”. That move implanted a bit of FOMO and scarcity into her audience for future shows.

She then pressed her back against the pole again giving the front of the stage a full view of her bikini clad modesty as she was now bending her knees and spreading her legs into a perverse squat, while giving the audience an innocent smile as her hands toyed with her top, pulling it down to strain against her cleavage, showing the hint of her bikini top before slowly peeling it upward, stopping to squeeze her own breasts and then pulling the top over her head, letting her titts spring free from its confines, presenting the matching bikini top in its entirety.

She did a few more moves but to a slight disappointment of the crowd, the bikini didn't go off. Finally the song reached its end and she gracefully bowed towards each side of the stage.

“That’s it for me today! I will be sure to show up soon for even more exciting shows! For the reset of the evening I’ll be around mingling with you guys!” She winked at the audience and strutted off of the stage with the applaus overwhelming the next song coming on in preparation for regular strippers to take the stage.

For the rest of the evening D.Va did what she told she would, she helped the waitresses, pinpointing the more wealthy clients she could entice into coming again by teasing and flirting with them. All that in the state of undress that she left the stage in.

Widowmaker was sure to overlook Hana’s process from the shadows, not because she doubted her or didn’t trust D.Va, no, it was more to pick out potential threats to her and her darling’s little new treasure.

Finally after a couple of hours, D.Va, while slightly tired skipped the wardrobe, still wearing her bikini, went to Widowmaker’s manager office and sat down on the other side of Widowmaker’s desk.

“I think we earned more than I expected we would, the tips were coming in left and right! This is easier than I thought!” D.Va spoke excitedly.

“You really did great, um.. Hana, you seem… flushed?” Widowmaker pointed out and as D.Va’s goal-oriented mind could finally focus on something else than the challenge she was undertaking she felt it too, her cheeks and chest were red and she ground her thighs together.

“Oh, haha… I guess all that showing off got me worked up after seeing how they stared at my body and stuff… I didn’t notice up until now.”

“Will that be a problem in the future?”

“No! I Don’t think so!” D.va was quick to intercept feeling where that conversation could be going.

Widowmaker closed her eyes and rolled them that way so D.Va could see and she sighed before reaching out and pulling D.Va by her hand and guiding Hana on her lap. With little to no resistance Emilie snuck her slender hand into Hana’s bikini bottoms. “Mon, mon, you are drenched. I think you deserve a reward anyway my dear…” Widowmaker said softly.

D.Va bit her lip. “Nono, it's not necessary” She tried to stay humble and protest but she shrugged and sighed, relaxing into Widowmaker’s arms. “Eh, I guess that's alright…” She moaned while she felt two iof Widowmaker’s slender fingers push between her wet lips.

“Shush now girl, this can be our secret.” Widowmaker smiled behind D.Va and kissed the back of her head, her fingers curled upwards inside of Hana, causing the girl to mewl pleasantly. Widowmaker then found the right spot to rub against with the tips of her fingers and started moving her finger back and forth against it. While holding D.Va carefully Widowmaker patted Hana’s head as they went on. Finally, D.Va’s insides clutched Widowmaker’s digits tightly and she moaned a bit louder, her body briefly stiffened and relaxed into Widowmaker’s arms. Amelie gave Hana a peck on the cheek while the girl recovered from her climax for a moment.

“Much better, isn’t it?”

“Yeah… You can say so.”

“I am here for you if you need me, dear. We can do it again whenever you need it.”

“Hmmm….” Hana, paused, slightly embarrassed but quickly smiled wide at Widowmaker. “Sure thing!” She gave her thumbs up and turned on her heel to go get cleaned up.

A/N: The business is established! Which side of the stage would you like to be seated at guys?