Honkers 002

“Oh my god, I’m so jealous,” Ruby moaned, rubbing her forehead against the table. “Ahh! I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”

Jaune laughed, taking a bite out of his toast. “You snooze, you lose, Ruby. You should have got tickets when you had the chance.”

Ruby turned her face to glare at him, sulking. “You should have told me you were going! I would have gotten a ticket for sure!”

“Oh well. You only missed, like, the best thing ever.”

Ruby faux screamed and pounded her fists against the table.

“Ruby,” Weiss scolded, grabbing her mug so it wouldn’t spill from Ruby’s overenthusiastic tantrum. “Be careful! I’m trying to eat!”

“But Weissssss,” she whined. “Jaune went to Games X without me!”

“I have no idea what that is but it sounds stupid,” Weiss sniffed haughtily. “Be glad you didn’t waste your time or money on such a silly event.”

Ruby surged up, almost getting in Weiss’ face. “You take that back!”

“Ruby!” Weiss snapped, nearly spilling her coffee. “Cut it out!”

Nora giggled from the other side of the table, greatly amused by everything, while Pyrrha covered her mouth to shield her smile. Blake snorted quietly as the partners began bickering, the heiress quickly becoming red in the face as Ruby refused to let the insult go.

Yang would ordinarily be enjoying the show but her attention was focused elsewhere. Namely on a certain blond haired, blue eyed doofus.

After Jaune had left the restaurant last night, she’d been a wreck for the rest of her shift. Any resolve she had about confronting him had fled with his absence, and when she’d returned to Beacon, Yang had been expecting… something.

What that something was, she didn’t know – but when everyone acted the same as usual, some of that fear of being discovered melted away. Not entirely but enough.

Either he really hadn’t recognized her… or he was keeping quiet about what he’d seen. Why he would do that unprompted? Yang didn’t know. And Yang hated not knowing.

“I took some pictures if you want to look,” Jaune offered, pulling out his scroll.

Ruby spun around, completely ignoring her partner. “Yes! Show me everything!”

Weiss spluttered. “H-How rude!”

At least Yang now knew why Jaune had been in that part of town to begin with. He’d been at that gaming event that Crystal had spoken about, the reason why their store had been so busy, even for a Friday night. Yang had wondered why Jaune had been halfway across the city just to visit a Honkers, and that was it.

It helped ease more of the tension she’d been feeling.

An unlucky coincidence, a chance happenstance. That was all it was. And Jaune wasn’t talking, which was only a plus for her. Did it matter why he wasn’t sharing?

No, not really. As long as he didn’t, Yang couldn’t give two shits.

...it did make her feel a little self-conscious, though.

They saw each other every day, attended classes together, hung out together, fought together – if he really hadn’t recognized her, was she really that forgettable in his eyes? She was Yang Xiao Long, a bonafide, drop dead gorgeous hottie! How could he just… overlook her like that?

Yang peered at him from the corner of her eyes as he flicked through a bunch of photos, entertaining Ruby with a bunch of stories from the event. It wasn’t like she wanted him to desire her or anything, and she knew that he had a thing for Weiss… but it hurt her pride as a woman just a little bit.

Just a bit.

Okay, maybe a lot? Was Weiss really that much prettier than she was?

Yang looked her teammate up and down, scowling internally. Okay, so Weiss was… fucking stupid beautiful, anyone with eyes could see that. She had the type of skin models would commit murder for, a slim, sculpted physique that would make any woman envious and a face… fuck, okay, she was practically perfect in every way. Even with that scar cutting across her brow and down her cheek. Someone or something had tried to carve her eye out and she was still stunning.

The only thing she didn’t have were… well, tits.

Yang glanced down at her own babies and then at Weiss’… diminutive effort. There was nothing wrong with small breasts, some guys loved them, but… well, maybe it was a little petty but Yang thought a larger bust added to the allure of the womanly form.

If Weiss had to have one disadvantage, Yang was glad it was this, where she herself clearly excelled.

...maybe that was why Jaune overlooked her? Maybe he wasn’t a fan of big tits.

...why did that annoy her, all of a sudden? Why was she even thinking about this crap?

She was being dumb. Jaune liked big tits. He wouldn’t have been at Honkers if he didn’t!

“Yang,” Blake said quietly. “Are you okay?”

“What?”

“Are you okay?”

Yang looked at her partner strangely. “Why are you asking that?”

“Because you look constipated,” Nora joined the conversation in the most Nora-like way possible.

“I do not!” Yang scowled.

“Blake, she looks constipated, doesn’t she?”

“...I suppose it may look like that.”

“You two are idiots, shut up.”

“Renny makes a drink that can help with that.”

“I don’t need it!”

“It’s also good for gut health,” Ren added from the side.

Blake’s lips pursed as she tried to fight down a laugh but Nora didn’t bother trying to hide anything, giggling. Yang shook her head.

“You’re all dumb.”

They may have been dumb but their antics took her mind off things, and by the time her shift rolled around, she hadn’t thought of Jaune Arc more than she had to. He didn’t show up that night, nor did he show up Sunday. A week passed without incident and things were business as usual. They went to class, they kicked ass, and they killed Grimm.

Soon it was Thursday, and she started her work week anew. When Friday rolled around again, she thought nothing of it. She got dressed up and made sure to look her best, convinced her team that she was going out to party once more, and rode Bumblebee down to Vale.

It was a routine she’d grown used to by now.

This Friday was different, though. They were starting a new promotion. The manager had the bright idea to try and capitalize on selfie culture and came up with a new deal. Spend at least twenty lien and take a selfie with your favorite Honkers girl, and they’d print it out and put it up on the board. At the end of the month, they’d select a picture at random and whoever was chosen got a gift card.

Pretty low key, all things considered but Yang knew it would drive up spending. People liked to win things, after all. It was only a fifty lien Honkers voucher but free stuff was free stuff. When Yang arrived, things were already in full swing. Since that gaming event wasn’t on, it wasn’t as hectic as the previous week but people were seen snapping shots with their favorite waitress.

Putting on her best selfie face, Yang strutted out onto the main floor and then paused, her head whipping to the right as she spotted a familiar mop of blond hair.

Jaune Arc! Again!

But this time, he wasn’t alone. Crystal of all people was talking to him, and whatever they were talking about seemed to have tickled her pink. Yang stared in shock as she watched Crystal laugh. A genuine laugh that made her eyes sparkle and her entire body move, a belly laugh that started low and couldn’t be stopped.

Crystal was good at feigning interest and making a customer feel special, that’s what this job was all about, but there was nothing feigned about that. The way her cheeks darkened slightly only solidified that fact.

What in the fuck was going on here?

Jaune was the hopeless romantic that followed Weiss around like her shadow, hoping for just a crumb of attention. He was in no way, shape or form a ladies man – and yet Yang watched as they continued to converse, Crystal hanging on every word like it was the most interesting thing she’d ever heard.

Had someone spiked her drink? This couldn’t be real life right now. No, that was impossible. She didn’t even have a drink!

Another laugh filled the air, Crystal leaning in and placing a hand on his chest. Yang gaped, and watched as Jaune smiled and looked down, eyes landing on Crystal’s chest.

Hah! He did like big tits!

Wait, that wasn’t important right now…

What was he doing here again? I mean, other than tits. There were places closer to home that he could have visited, another Honkers store – and yet he’d come here.

Was it because she was here?

Almost as if her thoughts caused it, Jaune looked away from Crystal and met her eyes. Yang blinked, frozen to the spot and Jaune – he fucking looked away again! Blue eyes passed over her as if she didn’t exist, as if he didn’t see her standing right fucking there.

He was doing this on purpose. He had to have been!

The last straw was when the pair moved in close, placing their faces together as Jaune held up his scroll to snap a shot. Crystal held her hands up, V for Victory – though one was placed behind Jaune’s head while one was placed in front of them. A few guys at a nearby table were shooting Jaune envious looks.

Yang stormed over, completely missing the table trying to wave her down to make an order.

“We’ll definitely win with this one,” she heard Crystal say, smiling brightly. “When you do, you’ll share the spoils, won’t you?”

“Yeah, of course,” Jaune replied, acting totally unfazed by Crystal’s clear flirting. Was this his true power level all along? Then what the hell was all that shit with Weiss?

Crystal spotted her approaching, waving. “Hey Yang~!” before pausing, eyes widening slightly. “Uh – Yang?”

Jaune blinked. “Yang? What – oh!” he exclaimed, startled as she stopped right in front of him, glaring. “Wait – Yang?”

He was making fun of her. She was sure of it.

“Yang, is everything alright?” Crystal asked, concerned.

“Fine. Everything is fine. Peachy fuckin’ keen.”

Crystal’s eyebrows rose. “Uh…”

“Can I borrow Jaune for a minute?” Yang asked sweetly.

“Yeah, sure…” Crystal trailed off as Yang grabbed his arm and hauled him across the store.

“Wait, Yang, what are you…?” Jaune stumbled behind her.

She dragged him out the front and then around the back of the building, unaware of how it looked. She didn’t care. She wasn’t about to let this stand. She wasn’t!

But when she found somewhere private, she completely lost her nerve. Yang wasn’t used to being on the backfoot like this, and Jaune’s appearance two weeks in a row had thrown her off her game. She opened her mouth to say something but she couldn’t think of the words to say, so her mouth flapped uselessly.

“So – uh, this is a bit of a surprise, huh?” Jaune joked.

Surprise my ass, she thought venomously. There was no way this was a simple coincidence.

“What are you doing here?” she asked roughly. “Actually, don’t bother. I know why.”

There was only one reason why he’d come here, purposefully ignore her when he spotted her, and then come back and do it all over again. He was flexing his position of power. Jaune knew her secret, a secret that he had held back for just this moment. Yang grit her teeth as all the pieces of the puzzle came together.

Blackmail.

He was trying to blackmail her.

He didn’t even have to say anything. All he had to do was show up, and he knew it would put pressure on her. Jaune was more cunning than she ever gave him credit for.

Why did you blackmail someone? To have power over them. To have them do something for you.

Jaune didn’t want money. Oh no, he wanted something more valuable.

He wanted her body.

He wanted her tits.

And to think she actually believed he might have had a thing for smaller breasts. No, he didn’t discriminate. Breasts were breasts, and hers were ripe for the picking. This was an opportunity that fell into his lap and he was going to take advantage.

Jaune wasn’t the man she thought he was. They’d all been blind to the truth. Maybe deep down, Weiss had seen it – but not the rest of them. Yang had been taken in by that innocent face and kind eyes, but underneath was just another horny guy.

“Uh, Yang?”

She didn’t buy that concerned look! He knew exactly what he was doing… and the problem was, it was working! Yang had heard stories of other girls engaging in… other activities. For some of them, it was just a way to earn a little bit extra on the side. Their Honkers job was just advertisement, the starter. What came after was the main dish.

For others, it was a way to keep men they knew compliant. Yang was hardly the first girl to hide her job, and sometimes a girl had to do what she had to do to keep it under wraps. A handjob here, a blowjob there. You know, stuff.

Jaune had backed her into a corner and there was no escape. Threatening him with violence wouldn’t work. Even if Yang could beat his ass to a pulp, that wouldn’t stop him from spilling the beans. It might just do the opposite. Why would he keep silent when one word could bring her entire world down.

“Fine,” she said grimly. “You win. I never expected this from you of all people. I’m such a fool.”

“Uh, what?”

Yang glared. “So what do you want? I’m not going the whole way. My first time won’t be in a back alley parking lot.”

“First time?”

“Don’t push it,” Yang put her hands on her hips angrily. “I saw you looking at Crystal’s chest. That’s what you want, right? Tch – it’s all guys ever want, why am I even surprised?”

“I didn’t – I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jaune denied, eyes wide. “I wasn’t looking, I swear!”

Liar! He was definitely looking.

“Mine are better, anyway. You didn’t have to pretend to want her instead, I got the message loud and clear.”

Yang grabbed his arm and pulled him to a secluded corner, away from the cameras.

“Yang, what are you doing?”

“You want it now, right? Well, I’m not doing it for other people to see!”

“Do what?” he asked exasperated.

He was acting all coy. He wanted her to say it. Yang felt her hands clench into fists. Another thing she never picked out about him. Jaune was clearly a bit of a sadist. He took pleasure in humiliating her. It was about more than just the act itself.

It was about how it made her feel!

“Y-You think you’re so clever, but I’ll get back at you one day,” she forced out, reaching for the hem of her tank top. She rolled it up over her belly, exposing her toned tummy. “So enjoy it while you can!”

And then without further ado, she flipped her shirt up over her bountiful breasts. She felt a flush of satisfaction rise up her neck and dust her cheeks as he gawked at her bra-clad tits, blue eyes widening in awe. Even though he was just looking, it felt like he was touching her with invisible fingers, her skin tingling and to her mortification, her nipples hardened as he devoured her with his eyes.

“Yang,” he exclaimed, his voice shrill.

Wasn’t this enough? Scowling, she gave her chest a vigorous shake. Her bra put in work, keeping her babies contained but they swayed back and forth from the movement, jiggling invitingly. Jaune continued to gawk at her, mesmerized, and Yang knew that he demanded more.

“F-Fine,” she stuttered. “This isn’t good enough for you, huh? Damn it.”

Curling her fingers beneath the cups of her bra, she took a shuddering breath before exposing her bare breasts to his feasting eyes.

She saw Jaune’s throat bob as he swallowed, her breasts bouncing as they were freed, the cool air making her nipples crinkle even more aggressively than before. A shivering feeling fell into her lower belly, a familiar burn blooming that she ignored, unwilling to address it.

Yang was proud of her tits. Not only were they big but they were shapely, their weight shaping them like a perfect teardrop as they stretched with the help of gravity. Her nipples were a soft salmon pink, the areola wide while the tips were thick when arousal perked them up. They were more than a handful each, and their youthful sag only enhanced their allure. And buried in her cleavage, on the inner curve of her left breast was a small beauty spot.

Her tits were perfect, and more than Jaune deserved!

He was visibly stunned, and Yang felt her ego swell. Giving her chest another shake, they swung and clapped together lightly. Those blue eyes of his darkened, and Yang knew she had him. Hook, line and sinker.

“Like what you see?” she mocked before shielding her babies from his eyes, covering them once more with her bra and shirt. “There, you’ve seen your fill. Satisfied?”

“Uh, er… huh?”

That was enough, right? Jaune didn’t want any more, did he? W-Well, he couldn’t have it! She had a shift to get back to! She hadn’t even served a single table yet. If she got fired, it was all his fault. And then he would pay, he wouldn’t have anything to hold over her head anymore.

“I’m going back to work,” she muttered. “I better not see you here again.”

And then she fled back inside, that heat in her belly making her feel fluttery and weird. Crystal met her at the door, and Yang almost knocked her over.

“Woah, Yang – what’s going on? Where’s the fire?”

In her tummy but she wasn’t about to admit that.

“Where’s Jaune?”

Yang grimaced. “Nowhere. Gone.”

“What? But he ordered food…”

That was when Yang noticed the bag in Crystal’s hands.

“Oh,” Yang said stupidly before snatching it, and storming back outside. Jaune was still where she left him, staring into nothing. “Oi!”

He jumped, turning. She thrust it against his chest and he grabbed the bag instinctively.

“This is yours,” then she spun on her heel and went back inside, slamming the door behind her.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Crystal demanded.

“Nothing is going on.”

“That’s the guy from Beacon, right? I only saw him from behind last time. He’s a charmer.”

Hah! Jaune, a charmer… if only Crystal knew!

“What are you two doing back here?” Sepia appeared from the front, frowning at them. “Xiao Long, where have you been?”

Yang cleared her throat, trying to put it all behind her. “Sorry, I just had some private stuff to take care of.”

“Do that during your own time, not ours.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Sepia sighed. “Well, go on, then.”

Her shift passed in a blur. Yang couldn’t remember any of it, her thoughts trapped on a certain blond haired, blue eyed scamp. She knew she should be furious about what occurred. How dare he make her flash her boobs! Who the hell did he think he was?

He was the one in control, that’s who. Hopefully a quick flash was all he wanted and now that his perverted urges were met, he’d leave her alone. She’d never see his face there again… but was that wishful thinking? Now that he’d had a taste, he’d want more, right? Who wouldn’t? Look at her! She was sexy as hell and she’d just given him the picture of a lifetime.

Would he really be satisfied with just looking?

It didn’t matter because that’s all he was going to get! She wasn’t some slut that just gave out bodily favors. She wasn’t the blonde bimbo that people thought she was, just because she was busty and hot and liked a good time! She was Yang Xiao Long, future Huntress.

But why couldn’t she get the thought out of her mind?

What if he wanted to touch them next time? What if he wanted her to touch him? Jack him off or something, make him spurt?

By the time her shift was over with and she was mounting her bike, her mind was filled with all sorts of filthy possibilities.

Jaune didn’t have the balls to ask for more, right? That’s what she would have thought a couple a weeks ago. But here they were, and she’d already flashed him, given him a show. Maybe he did have the balls.

“Fuck,” she swore, starting her bike and tearing off into the night.

On Friday nights, she usually crashed in Vale and returned in the morning but she didn’t feel like sleeping in a hotel. She wanted her own bed, so that’s why she made for the highway, speeding towards the exit that would let her return to Beacon.

The hour was late when she pulled into the garage, killing the ignition and dismounting Bumblebee. She didn’t expect any of her friends to be awake at this hour but when she approached her room, she saw that the door was open – as was the door across the hall, the door that led to Team JNPR’s room.

Yang paused at the end of the hallway, listening. Laughter met her ears, that familiar, slightly manic voice that only belonged to Nora Valkyrie when she was on a bit of a sugar high. Someone joined her, Ruby’s matching laughter telling her all she needed to know.

She was surprised none of the other teams were complaining about the noise but maybe they’d just given up. RWBY and JNPR weren’t exactly quiet teams.

As she approached the open doors, Blake stepped out and caught sight of her.

Her voice was tinged with surprise. “Yang?”

“That’s me,” she joked. “What’s up? What’s going on?”

Blake was dressed in her nightwear, her long, slender legs on display. That naughty little yukata she liked to wear, a tantalizing treat that hinted at the unknown. Yang checked her out, unashamed, staring at her dainty feet and cute toes with their nails painted purple to her toned, sculpted calves, and higher still. Blake noticed and tugged at the hem, attempting to shield her thighs. It didn’t work very well.

“We’re having a sleep over. It was Ruby’s idea.”

“Blake?”

Yang felt her heart rate spike as Jaune’s voice called out, and then suddenly he was there, standing behind Blake in his silly powder blue bunny onesie. It looked ridiculous – he looked ridiculous – and yet the normal bout of teasing she would usually subject him to was absent, her throat closing up.

Jaune caught sight of her and froze, eyes widening.

The three of them stood awkwardly for a moment, Blake appearing confused.

“What’s going on?”

Jaune cleared his throat. “Nothing. Uh – um, I thought you might want some help. You know, with getting more drinks?”

Blake perked up. “Of course.”

When his eyes settled on her once again, Yang felt her body react. Her skin erupted with goosebumps, running down her arms, across her shoulders and neck, and down her spine. Something deep within clenched, and she felt dizzy.

He could reveal her now, and there was nothing she could do. A few simple words, and they’d all know. Her embarrassing secret. The fact that she worked at a titty bar! Okay, Honkers wasn’t an actual titty bar but close enough! Some people called it a breastaurant for crying out loud!

But he didn’t. He looked away but the pressure didn’t abate. If anything, it only increased. Jaune was dismissing her, confident. It was then that Yang knew without a doubt that he would be back for more.

And she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that.

“What did Ren want again?” Blake asked as the pair passed her and began walking down the hall, heading for the nearest vending machine.

“He wanted sweet green tea. Weiss wanted juice, Ruby wants strawberry milk, and Pyrrha wants a diet cola. Oh, and Nora wanted that weird milk drink with the jelly inside it, the mango one.”

“It isn’t weird! I like that one as well!” Blake said defensively.

Jaune held up his hands in surrender. “Hey, I’m not judging. It’s just a little weird, okay?”

“That sounds awfully like judgment!”

“Look, I just don’t think a drink should have jelly in it. Just like fruit juice shouldn’t have pulp. It’s all slimy and ick.”

“Wait, you’ve never had boba before?” Blake sounded shocked. “You have to try it. Next time we’re in Vale, I’m taking you.”

As their voices faded down the stairs, Yang finally started moving again. Her friends welcomed her in surprise, inviting her in to take part in their slumber party but all she could think about was...

Had he always been so friendly and at ease with Blake?

For some reason, she didn’t like it.

She didn’t like it one bit.