Honkers 007

“You what?” Crystal asked incredulously.

Yang flushed, her cheeks burning as she passed the most recent order back to the kitchen for them to prepare. A large group of men were seated at the bar, their rowdy voices drowning out much of the general restaurant sound. A bachelor party, according to them. Yang thought guys hired strippers, went to strip clubs or casinos for this type of thing, living it up, not come to Honkers, but maybe the bride had put her foot down. The groom-to-be was a bit of a flirt and had made a pass at every waitress that came close, so having a stripper anywhere near him would probably be a bad idea.

Why anyone would marry someone they couldn’t trust was beyond her.

Or maybe his friends brought him here for his own good. Looking out for their friend, making sure he didn’t make a horrible mistake because his dick overrode his brain.

They had their work cut out for them.

Crystal had been bugging her again, wanting all the juicy gossip. They’d grown a little closer after their drunken night together, so now she felt invested in Yang’s love life. It didn’t help that Crystal thought Jaune was a hunk and admitted that if Yang wasn’t making moves, she would have. She wasn’t making moves! It was just that she had to keep him happy, or else.

But she wasn’t about to tell her that.

And yet she was stupid enough to tell her about a certain passing out incident involving her throat and his cock.

She had to tell her something! She wouldn’t stop asking!

“Are you being serious right now?” Crystal lowered her voice, leaning in so no one would overhear them. “How did you manage that? Wait,” her eyes narrowed. “He didn’t force you down or anything, did he?”

He didn’t. I mean, there was that one part where he did… but that wasn’t why she’d choked and passed out. Yang had done that all herself.

“No, of course not,” she replied. “Do you really think I’d let some guy get away with that?”

Crystal accepted her false bravado at face value. She didn’t know Yang was caving to a guy at every opportunity, just to salvage her reputation.

“Then what happened?”

“I was – you know,” Yang waved her hand. “Giving him head and I started deep throating him, and he was super into it,” he was. She had made him feel good. She had made him cum, without Jaune having to take himself in hand or fucking her tits for her. She had done it. Even though it had taken longer than she’d liked. “So I kept going and I sort of, you know… choked myself on it.”

Crystal was staring at her with new found respect.

“Damn, Yang – I didn’t know you were that hardcore. Wait, just how big is he?”

Yang glanced around. No one was looking their way. Well, no one important. A few of the guys from the bachelor party were leering at them but that was expected. They were hot shit. Pressing her pointer fingers together, she gradually pulled them apart until she felt like she was somewhere close.

Crystal stared at her hands.

“You’re fucking lying.”

Yang shook her head. “I’m really not.”

“What the hell… he’s huge!”

“Hey, keep it down,” Yang snapped when one of their co-workers looked over from the table she was serving.

“Yang, he’s fucking hung like a horse. No wonder you choked on it,” Crystal shook her head in disbelief. “Fuck. I’m so jealous right now.”

“Why are you jealous? Passing out, choking on a guy’s cock isn’t exactly fun,” Yang ignored the fact that it had resulted in the most powerful orgasm of her young life. “And you’re still hung up on your guy – what was his name again?”

Crystal scowled. “Vert. If you remember, he’s getting married in a few months.”

Yang grimaced. “Yeah, right. Sorry.”

“If I had someone like Jaune, it wouldn’t matter,” Crystal said petulantly. It was very unlike her. “I bet he’s thick. No way he has a pencil dick if you choked on it, I don’t care how long it is.”

Yang made a shape with her hand and Crystal shook her head.

“You have all the luck. That’s the type of cock that makes you forget past loves and makes you fall hopelessly in love with him, right off the bat. You lucky bitch.”

“Yeah, I’m real lucky.”

If only she knew.

“Hearing you say it like that pisses me off,” Crystal admitted, rolling her eyes. “He also seems like such a sweet guy. So you’ve found a nice, hunky Huntsman-in-training with a killer body and a fat cock. Tsk. I should have moved faster.”

If Crystal liked him so much, she could have him!

That’s what she wanted to say but the words never formed. In fact, the thought of her friend being intimate with Jaune made her feel weird. Crystal was a beautiful woman and any guy would be lucky to have her. Not only that, she was more experienced than Yang was. She could probably get Jaune to cum in no time…

“You look like you just swallowed a lemon,” Crystal pointed out. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

Crystal was out of his league. Yang was out of his league, it was just that she had to protect her secret, that’s all. Crystal didn’t know what she was talking about. Jaune wasn’t sweet. He wasn’t even that attractive! So what if he had a big dick? Yeah, it only felt weird thinking about them being together because Jaune wasn’t worth Crystal’s time.

She kept telling herself that.

“Hey, can we get some drinks over here?”

It was one of the guys from the bachelor party, waving his empty glass. Crystal nodded happily, suddenly all sunshine and rainbows as she pranced over to part them from their delicious tips, and Yang joined her for the double attack.

“What can we get’cha?” Yang asked, leaning forward on the counter and making sure to rest on her breasts just right so her cleavage bulged invitingly. Hook, line and sinker – his eyes feasted on her fantastic tits, as did several of his buddies.

Crystal employed a similar tactic, and they were putty in their hands.

“Beer for me,” the first guy said, drinking his fill of her bosom. “This guy here will have a coke. He can’t handle the good stuff.”

“Shut the fuck up,” the friend shoved the first guy, annoyed. “Bourbon, make it a double.”

“Sure thing,” she chirped, smiling. “Anyone else?”

The groom-to-be leaned in, grinning at her in a way that he thought was disarming. “So, what’s your name?”

Yang straightened up and tapped her name tag, giving her little babies a little bounce. “Yang. What’s yours, big guy?”

“Sable,” he said, raking his eyes over her body. “I’m getting married next week.”

“Congratulations,” Yang wanted to roll her eyes but didn’t. “Your fiance is a lucky girl.”

He wasn’t ugly by any means but he just had one of those punchable faces. Maybe it was the hair, puffed up in a pompadour with the sides shaved high and tight. Maybe it was how narrow his eyes were, as if he was almost scowling, even when smiling – or smirking, or whatever it was that he was doing right now. Perhaps it was unfair but it reminded her of Cardin Winchester, and that only made her want to punch him in the face even more.

Yeah, that really was unfair. This guy couldn’t help it that he looked like that jerk.

“You know… it might be my last chance to play the field, if you catch my drift?”

Yeah, okay. Her earlier thoughts were entirely on the mark.

“Wouldn’t your fiance be devastated when she finds out her future husband slept with another woman?”

“If she finds out.”

She took everything back. Cardin was somehow way more impressive than this piece of shit.

“Good luck with that,” she deadpanned, sending a silent prayer to the poor girl who was marrying this asshole.

Men. Seriously.

Other than the bachelor party group, Yang was expecting the night to be pretty laid back. She’d heard from a few of her co-workers that a new club was opening tonight, and a big event was being held there, drawing much of the younger crowd that might usually come by for a meal or a drink. It was only a block or two away.

Maybe she could check it out afterwards?

When she made the suggestion to Crystal, that they could go together, she was immediately on board.

“That’s the spirit,” she beamed. “We’re been working way too hard lately. It’s about time we let loose.”

“As long as we don’t get hammered and start blubbering again,” Yang said.

“This will be a happy night,” Crystal confirmed. “We’re gonna have the time of our lives.”

So after their shift, they both took turns getting ready in the staff bathroom. Luckily for Yang, she always dressed her best whenever she came to work to throw her team off the scent, so she had everything she needed.

This time she had a nice, tight little black dress that stopped well before the knee, showing off her creamy, shapely legs. It had an asymmetrical design, a single strap over her left shoulder, her blessed chest stretching the material in an alluring manner. She also had a pair of tights she’d worn when riding her bike but she left those off, but she shrugged on the leather jacket and swapped out her boots for a pair of heels.

Giving her make up a little touch up, she borrowed a pair of golden hoop earrings from Crystal, who had a bunch of different ones in her car.

“Just in case,” she’d winked, making Yang laugh.

She also seemed to keep a pretty well stocked wardrobe in the trunk of her car, and she was able to find a pretty blue sparkling dress that went really well with her eyes.

“Look at us,” Crystal struck a silly pose. “We’re going to get hit on by every guy in the place. Too bad for them you’re already spoken for.”

Yang didn’t bother correcting her.

Since it was nearby, they walked. It wasn’t far at all. As they approached, even a block away, they could hear the pounding music reverberating down the street. Up ahead, lights flashed from strobes above the entrance, and when they arrived, the line to get in was long, snaking its way down the sidewalk. Cars pulled up out front, directed by security, and people were snapping photos as everyone from minor celebrities to movie stars made their presence felt.

Yang whistled. “This place is hopping. See a way in?”

Crystal nodded, pointing at one of the bouncers. “He looks like an easy mark. Come on.”

She sure knew how to pick em. All it took was a little flutter of her eyelashes, some enthusiastic touching and a suggestive tone, and they skipped the line entirely. People at the front of the line shot them dirty looks as they were ushered inside, but this was the name of the game.

Use what you had to your advantage, and what they had in spades? Drop dead gorgeous looks.

Inside, the music was even louder. The middle of the room was dominated by a massive dance floor, capable of holding over a hundred people easy. To the right was the bar, the counter running for several meters and manned by an entire team of bartenders, their movements smooth as they poured and mixed dozens of drinks at a time. To the left and on the bar side, there were tables, chairs and small booths for those that wanted a more private seating experience, and in the corner was a staircase that led to the second floor, where Yang saw more people sitting on plush couches.

The floor was lit up with low blue lighting, the walls illuminated in a bright pink. Oddly shaped lights dangled from the ceiling, tubular in appearance, light shining from hundreds of small holes poked through the surface. Above the bar was a small stage where a DJ controlled the flow of music, and on either side of his platform, scantily clad women danced around poles, shifting their bodies to the rhythm and beat.

“Hey, isn’t that Spruce Willis?” Crystal said, pointing at the stairs.

She was right. Perhaps one of the most famous action stars in the world, an entourage of security and hangers-on following him up. Anyone that noticed quickly pulled out their scroll, snapping a photo or recording a video, desperate to post it on social media.

He wasn’t the only recognizable face. There were models that Yang had seen more than once in fashion magazines, girls that demanded a six page spread, even if she couldn’t tell you their names. Then there were sports stars, members of several of the local Vale teams from the different sports codes: football, soccer and basketball. She wasn’t really into sports but she’d seen their faces on billboards around town to know who they were.

And then there were the musicians.

“Oh my god, is that Pestle Haywood,” Yang said, a little star struck. He was the lead singer of The Achieve Men, a long running and wildly popular boy band group from Vale. Yang was a huge fan.

“What? Where?” Crystal demanded, and following Yang’s finger up to the second floor, she gave a little squeal. “Oh god, you’re right. Should we go get an autograph?”

“I don’t think we’ll get anywhere close,” Yang said.

Anyone that tried to approach was ushered away by his men, even the beautiful women, and he seemed to be in conversation with a guy who looked remarkably like him. A brother, maybe? Yang remembered reading that he had a twin.

“I knew it was a good idea to come tonight,” Crystal grabbed Yang’s hand and pulled her over to the bar. “Come on, let’s get some drinks.”

They had to wait a bit before they were served but when they were, their drinks arrived quickly. Yang got her favorite – strawberry sunrise, with the little umbrella – while Crystal got something called an Icy Rush, a cocktail made from gin that looked radioactive, a bright blue in color. Though Yang supposed she couldn’t say anything. Her drink was a bright yellow and reddish pink.

They found a spare table, somehow. Setting her drink on the table after taking a generous sip, Yang pulled out her scroll and snapped a bunch of pictures. For once, she was actually out clubbing so it would be good evidence should her team ever call her out.

“Oooh, I like this song,” Crystal began swaying in her chair, head bobbing up and down as the beat changed to something a little slower, more R&B than electronic. Yang nodded along, eyes scanning the crowd of dancers. “Wanna dance?”

“Sure,” Yang quickly finished her drink, downing it all at once and licking the sugar off the rim, humming. Crystal did the same, and then the both of them went out onto the dance floor.

“Come on,” Crystal took both of her hands, pulling her along until they were swallowed by the writhing crowd. “Let’s show em how to dance.”

Grinning, Yang began moving, body effortlessly gyrating in time to the music, Crystal matching her. Moving in close, they both turned until they were back-to-back, leaning against one another as they threw their hands up in the air, rolling their hips. It didn’t take long for a few guys to notice, and they began moving in for the kill.

“Hey,” one of them said loudly so he could be heard over the music.

“Hey,” Yang repeated, turning back to Crystal before he could say anything else. Meeting her eyes, Yang pressed her body flush to her friend, bumping their chests together. When she spun back around, he was still there, watching the both of them with dark eyes.

“Want to dance together?” he asked.

Yang shook her head. “I’m good, thanks,” dipping low, she slowly rose back up, back arched. “I’ve got a dance partner.”

Crystal embraced her from behind, hands cupped over Yang’s belly.

“She’s mine,” she said loudly, and the guy backed off.

Yang buried a snort.

Song after song, they continued to roll together, mindless in their fun. It felt good to just move, not thinking about anything in particular. Almost like sparring but instead of trying to hit someone and not get hit in return, this was much more peaceful.

If dancing in a crowd of writhing bodies to loud, pounding music could be called peaceful.

Eventually they both got thirsty for another drink, and so they returned to the bar. Their table was long taken and so they decided to try upstairs instead.

They were stopped at the top but after a quick once over from the bouncer, he let them through. The perks of being a hot girl.

This was some type of VIP area, reserved for people that were somebody. They required eye candy, though – and that was a role that Yang and Crystal could excel at. There was another bar up here, smaller and more private, with waitresses that served patrons at their leisure.

“Nice view,” Yang commented, gazing out over the clubroom floor. Fanning herself, she sipped at her drink. She was a little overheated from the dancing, sweat clinging to her. It was much cooler up here, though, and the chilled air coming in through the vents felt wonderful against her flushed skin.

“I couldn’t agree more,” a male voice said, and turning, she was greeted by a handsome man with dark skin, dressed in an immaculate dark green suit, the white dress shirt unbuttoned without a tie. From his build, Yang could tell that he took really good care of himself; an athlete or a fighter, something along those lines. Built for purpose, much like a Huntsman. He offered a hand. “My name is Verde – Verde Barbieri. May I have your name?”

“Yang,” she shook his hand. He had a firm grip.

“Crystal,” her friend offered, shaking his hand after.

He smiled. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

Yang shrugged. “Sorry. Don’t take it personally.”

“Quite the opposite,” he said, seeming very pleased as Crystal shook her head. “Would you like to join me? I could do with some company, and especially the company of two lovely young women such as yourselves.”

Yang and Crystal shot each other a look, shrugged, and both said, “Sure.”

He showed them over to a couch that overlooked the club, and once they were seated, he asked, “Would you like something more to drink? On me, of course.”

“Strawberry sunrise,” Yang said, tipping her half-empty glass.

“Icy Rush,” Crystal chimed in.

Yang knew what this was all about. He was trying to smash – and from the looks of him, he wasn’t the type of guy that usually got turned down. He had looks, he knew how to speak to women and he had money. She could see that Crystal was interested, and decided to be her wing woman for the night.

“So,” Verde leaned back, arms spread on the couch. He looked from Yang to Crystal. “Tell me about yourselves.”

Crystal went first.

“I study at VU – engineering, majoring in mecha-shift technicology.”

“Brains and beauty,” he complimented, and Crystal grinned.

“You got it. I’m in my second year. Top of the class,” she revealed.

“And where do you see yourself afterwards?”

She shrugged. “There are a lot of options. The Huntsmen academies are always looking for engineers. Weapons and airship manufacturers, as well. Even the military – Atlas, primarily, but Vale still has a research and development branch specializing in city defence, search and rescue, that type of thing. The Bullheads we use here are always undergoing upgrades and advancements. Then there are the Schnee Dust Company and the Mistral Trading Company. They’re always after new engineers. I’ve been thinking about dipping my toes into Dust Science, as well. They can go hand-in-hand – and the money is good.”

Yang hadn’t known she was interested in Dust Science. Weiss would be the perfect person to speak to about such a subject. There wasn’t anyone on the planet her age that knew more about Dust than Weiss Schnee. Even the Professors at Beacon barely had anything to teach her in that subject.

The problem was, she couldn’t exactly introduce them in fear of her secret getting out.

“Having many options is a good thing, I think,” Verde said as their drinks arrived. The waitress set them down on the small table. “Broad horizons, so they say. Mecha-shift tech is always in high demand, and in the hands of a Huntsman, can be the difference between life and death.”

That was an interesting thing to say.

“It sounds like you say that from experience,” Yang spoke up, and he nodded, turning his attention to her.

“I do. You may not recognize me but I am quite famous, you know,” he bragged lightly. “I’m a Huntsman, and regularly compete on the professional circuit. I’ve captured the Vale Regional title two years running.”

So he was a fighter. But not a boxer or wrestler, but a Huntsman.

“Some might even say I am the best in the world.”

Yang grinned. “Oh? I think someone I go to school with would take issue with that comment.”

He appeared intrigued. “And who is this person? A fan of another fighter?”

“Pyrrha Nikos.”

It was subtle but Yang saw the way his face stiffened for a brief second.

“Ah,” he sighed. “Pyrrha Nikos… you go to school with her?”

Yang nodded.

“You’re a Huntress.”

“Huntress-in-training, technically. Don’t have my licence,” she quipped. “But yeah – guilty.”

He smiled. “Well – she would be right to question it. Some may call me the best, but most would call her the best. I cannot deny that.”

He was taking it surprisingly well. Yang had expected him to get defensive but he hadn’t.

“Have you two fought?”

Verde nodded. “We have.”

Yang didn’t have to ask who won. She knew all about Pyrrha’s undefeated record.

“Well, I feel your pain. No matter how hard I try, I can’t beat her,” Yang groused. Lifting her glass, she held it out. “Cheers.”

He had ordered some type of amber drink, whiskey or bourbon on the rocks, and he clinked his glass with hers, and then with Crystal’s. “Cheers.”

Yang let her eyes wander as Crystal began her offensive, leaning in close and placing a hand on his shoulder, capturing his total attention with her pretty green eyes. A new song came on, one she recognized, and she bobbed her head lightly as she scanned the dance floor.

Something flashed in the corner of her eye, and looking up, she glanced around. At the end of the VIP area, there were a group of girls snapping pictures on their scrolls. They could only be models. They were all slim, tall and wearing the latest in fashion, their beauty undeniable. Crowded around one of the couches, she couldn’t see who they were taking pictures with until one of them stepped aside.

Yang felt her heart stop.

Dressed in a crisp white button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of attractive navy blue trousers was Jaune Arc.

What?

Yang stared, dumbfounded.

What the hell was he doing here, of all places?

Sitting next to him on the couch was a young woman, older than Yang but only by a few years at most. She had long, wavy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, her lovely body clad in a shimmering silver gown that hugged her impressive chest and narrow waist. Jaune leaned her way and said something, and she laughed, swatting at his shoulder, and Yang felt something twist in her chest.

What the fuck was going on?

Who was that bitch?

She was gorgeous, there was no denying it. Busty and fit, with a face drawn straight out of a fairy tale. A slim nose, slightly wider than normal eyes, and high cheek bones; the face of a princess.

She was reminded of Weiss.

Jaune clearly had a type.

Yang scowled.

How he was even here, at this club, in the VIP section – she didn’t have a clue. He was just a regular guy, a Huntsman-in-training. Unlike Yang, she doubted very much he batted his eyelashes at the security guard to let him through. He’d gotten in another way.

He’d been invited.

By that blonde, Yang realized.

There was no denying their closeness. The woman constantly touched him, placing her hand on his arm, his leg, leaning her body against him, shoving him playfully as he said something else to make her laugh. The models tittered around them, just as taken by him, and it only made Yang feel…

...what, exactly?

Fuck.

She was feeling jealous.

Why was she feeling jealous?

No, it wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t! She was pissed. Why was she pissed? Because while she was doing all those things for him, he had another girl on the side. It wasn’t her teammates. She’d been completely wrong. No, he had another blonde – just like her – with a pair of big tits and a pretty face, and he was just bouncing between them.

Womanizer. Playboy.

Motherfucker.

If he thought Yang was just going to take this laying down, he had another thing coming to him.

Yang downed her drink, and Crystal and Verde paused in their conversation to watch her. Slamming the glass down on the table, she stood up.

“Yang?” Crystal asked, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said. “I’m just going to say hello to a friend, that’s all.”

“Friend?”

Crystal looked around, and spotted Jaune. Her mouth fell open.

“Please excuse me, Verde,” she said.

“Oh, uh – sure,” he nodded. “If you want, you can bring your friend over here. More the merrier.”

Yang smiled, though it was more of a snarl. “I’ll keep that in mind. Crystal – have fun.”

“Wait, Yang – do you want me to come?”

Yang shook her head. “No. I’ll be fine. He just needs a reminder, that’s all.”

Slipping around the back of the couch, Yang took a deep breath, steadying her racing heart before stalking across the room. She had to stop herself from storming over in a fury, mindful of all the people.

She was already humiliated enough. She didn’t need to make it worse.

As she approached, she heard the blonde laugh, her voice sweet like an angel’s kiss. Her hands balled into fists before loosening, and Yang parted the sea of models easily, pulling them aside.

“H-Hey, watch it~!” one of them cried.

Blue met lilac, and Yang watched as his eyes widened in surprise.

“Yang?”

“Yeah, Yang,” she said, voice cold. “Pleased to see me?”