Future Story Teaser -- Honkers

So this is the Hooters!Yang story that was brainstormed up on discord last year by various members of the community, and I have a little bit to share. This is about half of the first chapter, and this is the story that will take the place of Heat Culture when that is complete.

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Yang peered carefully into her reflection as she positioned the eyelash curler to clamp her lashes. She slowly brought the prongs together before rolling her wrist gently, never clamping them too hard nor too soft. She followed the process with her other eye before grabbed her mascara, running the brush in the opposite direction and giving the tiny hairs a generous, full coating. Purple shadow was already dusted across the lids and around the outer curve of her eye, and her eyeliner was sharp, giving her eyes a narrower appearance. Blinking several times, she fluttered her lids and nodded, satisfied.

She looked hot. Not that she didn’t always look drop dead gorgeous to begin with but putting in a little effort to attain perfection was always a worthwhile endeavor. Dressed in a small yellow tank top and a pair of tight black jeans with matching boots, she was quite the catch. Her long blonde tresses were a halo of gold, tumbling across her bare shoulders.

No, she wasn’t just hot. She was straight fire.

A fist pounded against the bathroom door.

“Yang,” Ruby called out, sounded thoroughly annoyed. “Hurry up, I want to shower!”

“Just a minute,” she called back, grabbing her perfume. It wasn’t anything expensive, just a cheap scent you could find at most stores but she was a fan of it, and plenty of guys had complimented it in the past. Don’t change what isn’t broke, wasn’t that the old saying?

She applied some around her neck, on the insides of her wrists, and even a sneaky one down her top between her breasts.

Ruby pounded against the door harder. “Hurry up! You’ve been in there for an hour!”

Yang rolled her eyes. “You can’t rush perfection, sis.”

By the time she was finished, Ruby was almost about to kick the door in.

“Finally,” her younger sister huffed, glaring. She was clutching a towel to her chest, alongside her pajamas.

“You could just go use the communal showers if you’re in such a hurry,” Yang said, brushing by her and plucking the leather jacket off her bed.

“Or you could just not take forever,” Ruby complained, slamming the door behind her. Yang snickered, grabbing the small duffle bag off the floor and throwing it over her shoulder.

“Going out again, I see,” Weiss commented from their shared desk, her hand pausing halfway through a paragraph. Ice blue eyes considered her. “Don’t you think you’re over doing it a little bit?”

“That’s a little rich, coming from you,” Yang quipped.

“She isn’t wrong,” Blake said from her bunk, lowering her book. But she wasn’t backing up Yang. “Going out every weekend is fine, though I find it a little excessive. But Thursday and Friday, as well? Yang, even you have to admit that it’s a little much.”

“What can I say? I like to party,” Yang shrugged, uncaring. “Life is all about having a bit of fun.”

Weiss hummed, unimpressive. “Don’t start crying if your grades start to slip.”

“Psh~! My grades are fine, so don’t worry your little head over it.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Her History grade was a little weak but she more than made up for it with her Combat Class scores. Being in the top three best fighters earned you a little bit of a leeway.

“Will you be back tonight?” Blake asked.

Yang shrugged. “Probably not. I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

Weiss waved her hand in dismisal and Yang laughed, making for the door. Blake returned to her book but not before mirroring Yang’s nod, her bow the last thing the blonde saw as she shut the door firmly behind her.

For a moment, she just stood in the hallway, listening. The doors were pretty thin here at Beacon, as were the walls. More than once, Yang had overheard conversations happening in some of the other bedrooms without meaning too, and they hadn’t even been talking that loudly. But when she heard nothing coming from her room, she nodded, satisfied.

Yang had a secret. A secret that no one else knew.

She wasn’t going out to party like her friends thought.

She had a job.

Perhaps it was silly to keep such a thing a secret. She had a job, so what? Plenty of people had jobs! But the type of job she had was a little bit embarrassing, and the longer she could keep it hidden from her teammates – and her sister – the better.

She didn’t need any of them turning up and seeing her… like that. She wasn’t ashamed, it was just that she was trying to become a Huntress. Yang wanted to be taken seriously, and she knew that certain jobs tended to skew the perceptions of people when they discovered it.

Perceptions like ‘of course she is using her body’ and ‘classic bimbo behavior’ or ‘if she acts like a slut, and quacks like a slut, then she is obvious a…” just to name a few. Yang wasn’t afraid to use what she had but that didn’t mean such opinions didn’t annoy her, or that they were wanted.

That isn’t how she wanted her team to see her. That isn’t how she wanted her sister to view her. But she needed the money. Because she’d fucked up, big time.

Bumblebee was her pride and joy, her little black and yellow bundle of 1000cc crotch rocket power. Most people took the hourly airships down to Vale but Yang wasn’t most people, and Beacon had garage space to spare for anyone wanting to pay for it. Swiping her scroll over the lock, the door shuttered as it rose, revealing her bike.

Storing her duffle bag in the small compartment on the back, Yang grabbed her helmet and carefully arranged her luscious hair so it wouldn’t be ruined, pulling it on over her head. Swinging her leg over and straddling it, she started the engine and disengaged the kickstand. Revving the engine, Yang felt the power between her thighs course through her body, and then she was off, speeding into the night.

Trashing Junior’s club had seemed like a good idea at the time, and damn it, it had felt good. Junior was a criminal, after all, and wasn’t it the job of a Huntress to take out criminals? Yang didn’t think anything of it at the time other than taking out the trash, and any consequences that eventuated from her actions, she’d been willing to meet them head on. If those twin bitches wanted to try her, so be it.

She’d kick their asses all over again.

What she hadn’t expected was for Junior to go the legal route. He might have been a criminal but he was a connected criminal, a man with his finger in many different pies. He was an information broker, the best – and that meant blackmail.

And in the end, she had trashed his nightclub. He had proof. Not just the dozen or more eye witness accounts but those nifty high definition cameras had caught the whole thing in 4k.

It didn’t take long until Yang recognized the error of her ways, but it was much too late. When police showed up at her home on Patch, the only saving grace was that her sister hadn’t been home to witness it.

Explaining it to her father was bad enough.

Luckily for her, Junior wasn’t the only one with connections. Her father and uncle pulled some strings, and all of a sudden, she had Headmaster Ozpin making a few calls.

Yang knew that Ozpin was a big deal beyond just being the Headmaster of Beacon. He had the ear of every councilman, and wielded unfathomable political power. If he had wanted to get her off completely, he could have – because as sly as Junior was, Yang didn’t think he had anything he could use to threaten Ozpin with. And pissing off the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, and thus the entire Beacon faculty and her students… well, that just wasn’t a very good idea for anyone.

But her father was irate, and he thought Yang needed to learn a hard lesson. Her foolish actions couldn’t go unpunished. Ozpin had agreed because of course he did. The damage she had caused, she was to pay for it. Not all of it, Junior’s insurance covered the full amount, and Yang just didn’t have that type of money – but she was to pay a percentage, weekly, until Ozpin and her dad were satisfied.

Junior was more than happy with the arrangement.

Hence the need for a job.

It wasn’t easy to find something on such short notice. Especially something flexible that wouldn’t conflict with her school hours. Something that paid decently, if not upfront, then in tips.

There were a few things that fit the bill but most of them were things she would never do. Not ever. She wasn’t a prostitute. She wasn’t a stripper. She wasn’t a camgirl.

...but if she had to work at Honkers, then so be it.

In the end, it was just waitressing. Sure, she had to wear a certain uniform and prance around like a brain dead bimbo, flaunting her body for guys to drool over, but that was the extent of it. She liked flaunting her body and teasing guys, so that wasn’t the problem. Taking orders was easy.

The stigma that came along with it, though. That’s what she disliked. She didn’t need people at Beacon finding out about it.

That’s why she picked a store on the other side of the city, a place where they were unlikely to venture because there were stores closer to the airship terminals. The ride down from Beacon wasn’t too long. The longest part was the winding rural roads that took her down into the city proper but once she was there, she got onto the highway and made her way downtown. There was heavy traffic but it was flowing, so she typically made good time and this evening was no different.

Just a little over forty minutes later, she was pulling up behind her workplace, giving her engine one final rev before switching it off. She was just taking off her helmet and shaking out her hair when the back door opened and a familiar girl greeted her with a wave, hauling a massive black bag filled with trash.

Her name was Crystal and she was one of the nicer girls, and the only one Yang had made friends with. The other girls were in a constant state of competition with each other, and someone like Yang was only a threat to them. Tips weren’t divided up here, so whatever you earned, you kept. Friday and Saturday were big earning nights, and Yang had quickly become a favorite. It wasn’t unusual for a table of guys to request her specifically, even though she’d only been there a couple of months.

Being a favorite meant more tips for her, and less for anyone else.

Crystal didn’t care.

There were few girls as attractive as Yang was, and those few girls were at Beacon. Crystal was one such girl that wasn’t. Gifted with a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes and jet black hair, she had the narrower, slanted eyes of those native to the area around Mistral, giving her an exotic look. She wasn’t as busty as Yang but she was slimmer, her waist tight, and it made her bustline appear much larger than it was.

Yang preferred guys over girls, but Crystal was hot property. Doubly so because she wasn’t insecure and a bitch like the rest of them.

She also had a brain. She was studying at Vale University to become an engineer, majoring in mecha-shift technology.

Ruby would love her. That type of stuff was right up her alley.

“Heya,” she greeted, heaving the trashbag into the dumpster. “Right on time. Place is busier than a rabbit in heat, girl. I hope you ready for it.”

Yang grinned. “I’m always ready.”

She grabbed her duffle bag and followed Crystal inside, making her way to the changing room. Stripping down quickly, she pulled out her uniform that consisted of a pair of tiny lime green shorts, a small white tank top with the name ‘Honkers’ emblazoned across the chest, white knee socks and white shoes. Putting everything on, she grabbed one of the serving belts and looped it around her waist, a notepad, calculator and pen ready for her.

She was set.

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And that's the teaser.