Drugs. Dancing. Ex Boyfriends. [M-Caleb]

[kay]

Kay sighed as she lay on something filthy. She had just gotten the best score EVER! The needle and rope were still wrapped around her arm and she had no energy to move it. She could remember a faint time when she hated needles as a kid, but now there was no stretch of time and no way fast enough to get a needle in her. Her head was stretched against the cold walls as colors and shapes and items flashed before her eyes. "Good shit,"

[/b] she found herself muttering and soon passed out.

When Kay was conscious again she felt movement at her sides, reaching for her already open pants. "Fuck, I already paid you!"[/b] she screamed as she gave a weak kick. She had paid some random guy with sex, but it seemed he wanted another round. She was still too dazed to slap him off (or take the needle out of her arm) and she was helpless as he rode her again. In a minute, but what felt like an eternity he was done and then her legs felt warm with cum.

"You bastard"[/b] she muttered under her breath again as he tossed some bills onto her privates and began to fondle with her breasts. And before she knew it he was back again, trying to best his minute record with two. This time Kay let out a subtle moan, determined not to let the man ruin her score. "Harder,"[/b] she urged on. This man was a pussy, if it wasn't for his stash and needles she'd be gone. And then her legs were warm again and he pulled out.

Kay got the strength in her after the buzz wore off to pull the needle and string off and out of her. Her hands fumbled over her buttons as she tried to close up her pants before the guy wanted another round. Three times in one day, or had it been two? And who knew what else had gone on while buzzed. "You got some cock"[/b] she spit out as she collected her money, a measly ten bucks all in singles. Bastard! "Now give me what you owe me!"[/b] Ten bucks was a pittance for fucking her twice, probably more times while unconscious.

"I want another!"[/b] And it wasn't another quick fuck she wanted. She wanted another filled up needle, only she would be sure to do it elsewhere. What bastard wouldn't respect her? She'd fuck him for drugs, fuck him for money, but she wouldn't fuck for nothing. Ten bucks was nothing. She watched as the guy laughed and she slowly picked herself up off of the ground. She was shoeless and her clothes were splattered in cum as she wiped her hands on her clothes. The guy laughed as Kay realized how many time's she'd been fucked and probably quite a few times from the other guy's in the room. They were all on their second needle except for her and him.

"I said I want my money or another fucking needle!"[/b] she said with anger in her voice. Of course the guy was still laughing. She took the first thing that came to mind in her hand, the needle, and ran towards him until her aim faltered and stuck him in the eye. The guy screamed and fell over. Kay couldn't care less, nor did realization sink in to what she'd just done. She felt around his pocket and took his wallet out, claiming a bit over two hundred dollars and then placing the empty wallet back inside his pocket.

There really was no code when it came to druggies but she needed the money. The guy's had gotten free fucks when she was unconscious so she was owed money. Adding up the combination from all of the men left her with a bit over four hundred dollars. And then she scrammed away back to her friend's place where she knew she wouldn't get touched unless she wanted it. All in all today was a pretty good day, she winded up with four hundred more dollars then she started with. This was giving her ideas....

As she showered still staring at the money as she did so she called up her friend on the phone and began to search around for her. Her friend was probably at a mutual friends place getting high. Sort of served Kay right for trying new people, she should have stuck to their old crew. But still, she was happy with today's outcome. She'd leave a message on the phone and when her friend answered it they could go together. "Hey Sarah,"[/b] she started as she closed her eyes and moaned into the phone thinking about the score. "Great, fucking great. Guess what hun? Four hundred dollars. Four freaking hundred dollars!"[/b] Things raced through her mind of what to do with the money.

Kay could do just about anything. she could buy some clothes, drugs. But she could really get those things for free. It was simple to shoplift and she never went to the same shop twice. And if it was drugs she was after then all she had to do was fuck to get them. What could she do that needed payment? And then she got it. Strip club! "I wanna go and check out that club Ecstasy. The dancers are supposed to be fucking hawt and to cum for."[/b] She could see it now, taking some super hot dancer back to this place and fucking them until her legs were sore. That's what she needed, not like mr. minute man.


"Talk to you later. Maybe meet me there, like 9 o clock?"[/b] she spoke into the phone. But she knew without any luck that her friend would be scoring through the night and the day. Oh to be young again. When she was her friend's age she would be scoring day and night, not an hour went by without someone wanting to pay for her services, or her to pay for their services.

She hung up and dressed since it was already seven. She would sit on the couch and watch some TV until it was time to go and stand in line. Four hundred bucks, and she'd probably spend every cent. She could call her parent's to send her some more money but they wouldn't. They had just sent her money a day ago, or had it been a week already?

After passing the time with TV Kay got dressed and ready to go. With age and drugs she had lost most of her looks but she still had enough to get her by time and time again. With a spot of make up she would be fine. She hailed a cab and gave the club name to the driver. She got a little wink from the driver, but there was nothing she wanted from him. And she didn't do freebies.

And there she was in line, waiting to get in. By the time she got in one of the shows was already started and she took a seat in the back much to her displeasure.
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[caleb]

Caleb sighed, letting the jitters from his gut. No, he wasn't nervous. He was excited. Excited to be himself tonight and release his sore muscles. It was tough to walk like a human. How they do it, he'd never know.

He stood behind the curtain and fiddled with his tops collar. Tonight he was wearing a white top, the top buttons undone to show his bare chest. The shirt was tucked in the black leather pants and he was barefoot, the stage cool under his feet. To match it all he wore a black leather jacket.

He heard the music and the lights went out, pitch black and silence...except for some who started to scream. But not dark for him. He could see just as fine, even better. He crouched with his head down and grinned as he heard the announcer.

"Welcome to Ecstasy. We are here to bring out pleasures you never thought possible. To serve your every wonder..."

Caleb grinned at Paul's voice. He heard so much of it, but it was still smooth at a whisper.

"Do you yearn to be touched? To feel loved? To have smooth lips kiss along your neck? Tonight we have a special treat. Our Micah has decided to join us tonight."

Caleb heard gasps in the crowd and some started chanting his "name." Paul gave it to him because his movement reminded him of his cat...

The lights began to come on and the music started. The curtain was already up.

He kept his head down while he slowly stood, swaying his hips to the music. He looked up and knew his green eyes flashed under the lights because the crowd cheered. He grin, just slightly, and started slipping off his jacket, rolling his shoulders.

The worries of the hospital was gone. The worries of his pack was gone. Tonight he was Micah and nothing was getting in his way.

He slid to the floor and pressed himself to the wood, tensing his back so his muscles pressed against the fabric of the white shirt. He stood, with unusual grace and continued to sway his hips as he went to the edge of the stage.

He smiled at the ladies and made sure he had a naughty little glint in his eyes.

[kay]

Kay disliked being in the back row, it made for a horrible spot. And she had four hundred dollars. Were people not understanding this? But there really were no spots up front. It wasn't like she could toss a woman out of her seat. Or could she? She crossed her legs and then recrossed them. She finally choose to keep them uncrossed as she waited and listened to the dreary voice of the announcer. It felt nice to be here with all the rich women of New York.

She sat back in her seat, she could enjoy a nice seat. The seat didn't have to be in the front row. Still she watched as the dancer came out onto the stage. He was a dreamy man but recognition crossed her face. She had seen him before. Really, she had! Of course he could have passed as a million other beef studd cakes. Maybe she had already slept with him, maybe she had already shared drugs with him. She watched him prowl the audience, he wouldn't notice her in the way back. In a way she was relieved, she knew she'd met him before. If only she could figure it out.

[caleb]

He grabbed his top and pulled with too much ease, buttons popped. He heard gasps from the audience, some whispering his "name." He saw newcomers and he saw his fan club, especially his favorite brunette...ask him her name and he wouldn't know. It never stuck to his mind.

The music burst into a pulsing beat. He threw his entire body into it, every turn and every walk with his grace. Here he didn't have to hide. He danced, he swayed, and threw himself into every movement.

He flicked the buttons at his leather pants and money was shoved into them. He grinned at them and every once and a while kneeled down to give one lady...or two...a kiss or let them touch, but never grab. He wasn't a toy.

He slid his arms out of the shirt and let it drop at his feet, showing the world his scars and tattoo.

More money appeared, but he didn't count how much. He didn't care. It was just money...

[kay]

Kay watched the dancer, eyes memorized. He was so handsome, it was as if she knew him... No, she really did know she knew him! It was his face, it was as if she'd met him but hadn't seen him in a while. She didn't let a frown show on her imperfect face, that was the last thing she needed, more wrinkles.

And then the dancer ripped off his shirt and her eyes trailed over his body. His body was imperfect with several manly scars. Kay gasped, she could place those scars. Her eyes trailed over to his upper right shoulder. She...she gave him that wound. What were the odds. Caleb? No, she was imagining things. The dancer's body wasn't scarred, it wasn't.

Kay closed her eyes, using her hands to cover her eyes. She rubbed them, knowing she seemed a bit odd. You didn't close your eyes in a strip show, you just didn't do that. And then she opened her eyes. Why was she thinking of Caleb? She slanted away, she wanted the next dancer to come out alright. Someone who didn't look like her ex fiance. She opened up her purse and began to re count her money over and over again.

[caleb]

Caleb slipped out of the pants. One minute he was wearing them and the next they were on the stage in a heap. He heard gasps at the leopard print thong and smiled at the ladies.

He continued to sway to the music, letting himself go till...His sight set on a lady in the back. She looked different, but his mind roared at him that he knew her. He didn't notice he was staring till a woman grabbed his arm and leaned up to kiss him. He didn't like the grabbing and had to force himself not to toss her away. He returned the kiss, but his gaze was on the woman in the back. He knew her name...What was it...

He brushed his hand against the woman's cheek as she slid money in his thong and he walked passed her to head toward that woman. Closer and she was getting even more familiar. A name...He...Kay! That was Kay?!

He approached her, swaying to the music, and his face never dropped from a grin as his thoughts screamed at him. Why was she here? She never went here.

He held out his hand and wanted for her to take it...

[kay]

Kay knew she was receiving some odd stares by the women close to her. But they really could care less, they all kept their eye on the prize ignoring Kay. Just as Kay was ignoring Caleb. She could have if she could have turned away from him, but that would allow him to spot her out. She tilted her head down so that it appeared she was looking at him, when in all reality she was trying to appear invisible. And then in a few more seconds he would be looking at the women closest to him, not the girls in the back. She began to count to sixty seconds which was one minute. How long could these dances last anyways? As soon as he was up on stage she would scram away. But....

Panic raced through Kay and she cursed finding four hundred dollars. She cursed leaving her friends to go and find some new drugs with new people. Caleb seemed to be walking straight towards her. The heat in her cheeks rushed and she found herself reddening. No, it couldn't be. Caleb was just surfing the crowds to get more money, the women in the back needed to donate their share too afterall. And then he was in front of her. She shook her head. "No, no. I was just leaving"

[/b] she whispered the last part under her breath. Of course he would still be mad at her for when she tried to STAB HIM. But he wouldn't do anything bad to her in front of a crowd. What the hell was he doing in New York, New York? And what the HELL was he doing as a STRIPPER? He had always wanted to be a doctor. [/blockquote][/font]

[caleb]

For a moment his eyes narrowed, but he covered it by widening his smile. He leaned down, lips close to her ear, hips still swaying to the music. "It is rude to say no, Kay," he whispered and grabbed her hands in his. It felt different, odd, but he ignored the feeling. "Come and dance." It almost sounded an order to him, but he didn't care. She was going to dance rather she liked it or not. Resisting and she would make a fool of herself.

He yanked her toward the stage, but to the rest of the audience he was only pulling. A gentle tug, a friendly pull. He could crush her hand if he wanted to, but his anger with her was gone...Or silent. He did want to talk with her, see how everything was going. She didn't smell like she used to...No. She smelled of drugs, street drugs, and sex. It made his nose scrunch up just slightly...What had she gotten herself into?

He continued to pull her and leaped on the stage, easily lifting her up with just her arm. He wrapped an arm lightly at her waist and swayed to the music at her side. He leaned his head in, tilting it so it would look as if he was kissing the skin there.

"What have you gotten yourself into, Kay?"

[kay]

Why was this happening to her? Women were booing in the audience, screaming for 'Micah' to pick them instead, screaming that Kay was too shy, too ugly, too poor compared to them. A from appeared on Kay's face and it looked offset to be in the same presence as his smile. Since when was Kay ever not rude? Maybe, maybe a long time ago she could remember being polite, but not now. It had been nearly ten years ago, too long to remember, since she had been the book definition of 'polite'.

Kay was pulled to her feet and she clutched at her handbag which she would not leave. She would have tried to make a run for the door if she didn't know how strong Caleb was. The benefits of being a beast leopard. "It's called life, C--"

[/b] she had almost, almost used her pet nickname for him. The name she used to call him back in high school.

Being on stage was quite awkward. She knew she was probably sweating with everyone staring at her, them. He was doing this to humiliate her further. Was this how he was going to get back at her? No. He would probably stab her too, claim it was an accident. Could she make a bolt for the stage, run behind curtains till she found a back alley way exit door? [/blockquote][/font]

[caleb]

He ran his fingers down the side of her face, tilting his head to one side, and grinned. A mischievous grin. He stepped forward, continuing to dance to the music and pressed his front against hers. He swayed his back to the audience and leaned in close to her.

"Don't be so tense, Rose bush...I promise I won't bite," he whispered and brushed his lips against her cheek. "I thought you had in mind of doing your life differently. What changed?"

He moved around her and danced at her back, his eyes flicking to the many angry and disappointed faces. The brunette in his fan club was pucking her lush lips and he was tempted to go to her and kiss them.

But he wanted to know about Kay. He didn't mean to scare her. His time at the club brings out...the animal in him. Then again, he's always the animal so that really wasn't an excuse. Was he angry? He thought he had gotten over it.

He nuzzled his cheek against hers and felt the rumble in his chest as he purred. His hand, so warm that he felt the heat radiating off his skin, brushed down her arm. "I can show you that being a leopard has wonders..."

[kay]

Kay closed her eyes as Caleb ran a finger down the side of her face. This was horrible, it was like a trip down memory lane. All their intimate moments were exposed in front of a large female audience; not to mention the other male workers. Of course Caleb was probably doing what he did every day. The intimate touches, they were probably nothing to him. It was just a job, and he was going to remind Kay....

Her lips and face looked like she was frowning. She couldn't help it. She wanted the whole audience to know that this wasn't where she wanted to be. Of course they probably thought she was embarrassed. "Don't you fucking call me that!"

[/b] even still her breath sounded breathy, but that was the last thing she wanted. Caleb sickened her, his touch made her want to puke. Just knowing what he was...it made her sick. He was so disgusting!

Her stomach wished as Caleb moved his hands around her arms. She was really going to puke unless he stopped touching her, making her sick. "You make me want to puke"[/b] she said harshly, maybe people in the front, front could hear her.... She tried to push herself forwards seeing as how Caleb was behind her but knew she'd never get more than a few feet. It may have looked to the audience like she was going to flee. [/blockquote][/font]

[caleb]

He grab her wrist, speed a little unnatural, and tightened his hold. He pulled her back and leaned in toward her neck. He was still dancing, still swaying his hips, but the song was almost over.

"Don't be so harsh, Kay," he whispered before kissing her neck. "It's been so long since we seen each other and you still have a bad view? Being...a feline's not that bad." He flicked his tongue at the flesh just under her ear. "You should try the sex...It's great."

He grinned, a flash of his teeth. He wanted to play with her. It was as if he was given a new toy. What made her tick? He wanted to take her apart bit by bit and find out...

"Don't run, Rose bush, it'll only get me more excited." He kissed her cheek and let go of her wrist as the song ended.

Walking to the edge of the stage, he bowed and leaned down to kiss the nearest woman, pressing hard to hers. He thought about biting her, but didn't...

He held out his hand for Kay and looked to her. If she ran, he would chase her, and he didn't care about all the eyes looking his way. He wanted a talk with her, figure her out...

[kay]

How could Kay not have a bad view? Being a were leopard, that was just so unnatural. Humans didn't just turn into animals, there had to be something wrong with him. And there certainly was something wrong with her to even like him in the first place. Every day she tried to forget Caleb, but she had forgotten him when she first tried drugs. And she kept on them to never remember him. "I remember the sex, it wasn't that great."

[/b] Who was Kay kidding? The sex had been good, and he knew it. Was he talking about when he was in leopard form? That brought cold tingles to her.

She felt her hot lips on her cheek as the song ended. She had made it, now she could go back off of the stage. Kay faintly watched as Caleb kissed the woman nearest to the stage. Caleb held his hand out for Kay but she didn't grab it. Instead she jumped down off of the stage and walked briskly through the audience trying to make it out alive. She dropped some twenty dollar bills on the ground as she was trying to flee. He couldn't catch her in public, not with witnesses. [/blockquote][/font]

[caleb]

"Sorry, luv...You had me last night." He kissed the girl's cheek, still forgotten her name, and bounded after Kay. He knew eyes were looking his way and didn't care. Kay was his priority.

He bounded after Kay, moving too fast, too unhuman, and it brought gasps to the audience. But they were used to it, or should be. He's done this before.

He reached for her wrist, fingers digging into the tendons, and yanked her to him. "Naughty, naughty, naughty, Kay," he sang softly, shaking his head. "Kay should listen to Micah." He wrapped an arm around her waist and started leading her to the door, waving behind him. Sure he was in thongs, but he walked as if he was still covered. Too comfortable to be naked...

His fan club followed after, but with a look to the security guard, he stepped in to save the door.

He continued to lead her, eyes narrowed and he clicked his tongue.

[kay]

Kay was absolutely positive that Caleb wouldn't make a move in public, not in front of nearly half of a hundred women, horny women. No, he wouldn't do that. But then again Caleb was always Caleb. She screamed a soft scream of surprise, like a dog would mutter a yelp if you stepped on its tail - as she was yanked to him, her feet didn't touch the ground for a moment through the whole process.

"Let me go,"

[/b] she demanded! And before she could protest or embarrass them further she was hauled off to some unknown room. The security guard closed the door behind them, protecting Caleb. But Kay was the one who needed protecting from him. "LET ME GO, NOW. I'll scream. I fucking mean it! And I'll sue!"[/b][/blockquote][/font]