During a shift as a bartender, Stelle hears of a rumour about the superstar Miss Robin working in a club. Though she thinks little of it at first she is later given the opportunity to visit a club, only to find a certain songstress working among the skimpy-clad waitresses.
In the vast cosmos, the voice of the Halovian songstress was recognised among many star systems. Her popularity as both an idol and follower of the Harmony was common knowledge. Her sweet and gentle nature was felt by all through her songs. And her angelic beauty and grace was something that captured every person's heart.
This was why many had come to believe that the renowned Miss Robin was a figure who embodied all that is wondrous in the world. However, if one were to dig deep enough, they would hear whispers of another side to this popular figure.
Which was what the ever-so-curious Stelle caught wind of during her part-time job as a bartender.
"A club worker?" Stelle asked her regular customer, a walking TV named Lady.
"Yeah, some say they saw her working in this nightclub," the customer said. "You'd think an intergalactic star like her wouldn't have any financial problems."
"Maybe she just needs pocket money, I do it often," Stelle replied while giving a weary smile.
Lady then placed two of her fingers on her screen as if she was cupping her chin. "I guess so, but why a nightclub?"
Stelle returned to her job as a bartender, choosing not to dwell too much on her customer's gossip. As a trailblazer travelling through the stars, working for money wasn't all that weird, she and the rest of her companions did it a lot. Whether it was testing for the genius Madame Herta or running an entire museum, working was just another day in her life. Still, she could somewhat understand why a celebrity working in the middle of the night would seem odd. She had thought Miss Robin would have everything handed to her with no problem, but then she thought that she only had a brief interaction with the Halovian so what would she know?
After her shift, Stelle walked out of the bar and made her way back to Golden Hour to enjoy herself for a bit before heading back to her room. As per usual the hustle and bustle of the dreamscape was not to be underestimated, even when it felt like it was way past midnight, the golden lights of the buildings still shone brightly. People were still out and about, drinking, eating and singing without any care of the world. Vendors were still earning money, the restaurants were still cooking and the countless shops still had their mannequins on full display. And in the middle of all this, the young woman gazed at it all with a curious glint in her eyes.
"Now what should I do?" she thought as she turned her head from side to side.
"Hmm? Oh is that you bartender?"
A familiar voice followed by some clanking metal. Turning around her golden eyes then met a golden dog.
"It is you!" the dog said while its tail wagged from side to side. "Are you here to enjoy the dreamscape's treasure?"
"Mr Bigwig. Yeah I am," she replied. "Any recommendations?"
"What are you looking for? Food, games, music... maybe a good time?" If he had eyebrows then maybe he would raise them, but all the mechanical dog could do was give a ghost of a side-eye.
Stelle pondered her choices, but for a path-strider following the path of the Trailblaze there was only one answer.
"Surprise me!" she declared with her hand on her hips.
Mr Big Wig gave a hearty cackle, amused by his bartender's comment. "Alright then."
The mechanical dog then handed Stelle a ticket to a club and gave her directions. It was fairly close but seemed to be in a hidden area with a passcode. Which obviously, sent some alarm bells ringing in the trailblazer's ears. A club that needed a code and was hidden only meant it was either elite, illegal or both.
Mr Big Wig cackled again at the grey-haired girl's assumption, calling her paranoid for thinking that she could get hurt in the land of dreams. Stelle laughed alongside him, but seeing as she was fresh off of a mentally draining vacation in said land of dreams, she was cautious, to say the least. Still, she took her regular's word for it and decided to go to the club before heading back to her room.
Unsurprisingly though finding a hidden club proved to be difficult. Of course, this wasn't enough to stop her, finding wild chests in the open proved harder. All she needed to do was use her head a little.
She knew that the club was hidden, so it had to be using some form of camouflage. At first, she tried peering into some shops to see if anyone was using some hidden backdoors, and then she started to talk to people using the code, when that didn't work she decided to just wander around and hope to hit a jackpot somehow. Though with her luck she wasn't so sure that would happen so easily.
Stelle would walk around the entirety of Golden Hour for ages, looking down every alley she could in hopes of finding some hidden passageway or door that would lead her to the club. Though even after an hour of searching and still nothing, the trailblazer decided to take a break by Clockie's statue. While sitting on the bench contemplating her choices, Stelle spotted a glimpse of a certain individual out on her own.
"Was that? Miss Robin?" Stelle rubbed her eyes and stood up. Sure enough, Robin was on the walkway above.
She didn't know Robin was in Penacony and thought of saying hi. So the galactic baseballer took off and tried to chase down the songstress. But when she got up the walkway, Robin was already across the street entering an alley.
"Huh? Why is she going there?" thought Stelle.
Concerned, the trailblazer followed Robin into the alley, keeping a close eye on her to make sure she didn't lose her in the darkness or the various turns she was taking. Throughout this journey, Stelle kept questioning why in the world would the superstar be going through tight spaces full of rats, tossed SoulGlad bottles and the occasional drunken person. Then she remembered what Lady said back in the bar, that Robin may have been working in a nightclub.
Putting that little gossip into consideration, Stelle wondered if Robin was going to her rumoured night job.
Sure enough, her curiosity was answered when Robin into another alley that led out onto a pier. Before she knew it, Stelle was already somewhere she had been before. From what she could gather, this new area was much different than the main Golden Hour Square, here rather than golden lights, red and pink covered the streets from the glow of the surrounding neon signs. Rather than clothes, food and other displays, the buildings were all either, bars or clubs. Plus there were an awful lot of women and men wearing skimpy outfits dancing behind windows.
"Now where did Miss Robin go?" Stelle kept looking around while also trying her best not to make any eye contact with the people in the windows.
Eventually, she reached the end of the street where another, much larger club sat next to the sea. Reading the name of the club, the trailblazer recognised its name as the same one on the ticket she was given. She took her ticket out of her pocket and pondered whether to go in or not. She wanted Robin first, but after glancing at the distance she travelled and seeing no signs of Robin, Stelle believed that the superstar may have just found her destination.
"Well, I'm already here."
Lining up with the rest of the crowd outside, the self-proclaimed galactic baseballer scanned the rest of the club-goers and noticed they seemed to be on the older side. Which wasn't a good sign since she now feared that she may have been a bit too young for this place.
When she finally reached the bouncer, she wasn't at all surprised when she got hit with a barrage of questions. Sure enough, the club wasn't meant for the younger ones. But with the ticket in her hand, she looked at the pepeshi bouncer in the eye, not showing an ounce of fear.
"You don't look legal to be here girl," the bouncer said, his childish voice making it hard for the trailblazer to take him seriously. "Are you sure you're an adult?"
Stelle felt a wave of guilt wash over her as she pondered for a mere second what to answer. She was split between telling the truth and lying, a classic dilemma in this sort of situation. In her mind, if she told the truth she might gain something out of it, maybe a free pass inside, or maybe Stellar Jades, doubtful but she was a dreamer. But on the other hand, if she lied, she knew she needed to spend a Praise of High Morals and while she had a lot, the feeling of spending was a heavier toll.
But then she thought maybe just once, just one time she would spend those collected golden statues for the sake of not putting her customer's effort in vain.
"I'm... from the Xianzhou!" she declared with her chest puffed out.
The girl wasn't so sure whether such an excuse would fly. But the long-life species of the Xianzhou was the only race she could think of that would look young and still be over 500.
"Hmm you sure don't look like you're from the Xianzhou," the bouncer mused as he looked at Stelle up and down.
Good point, she didn't dress like she was from the Xianzhou, but then again neither did her fellow Nameless, Dan Heng.
"Are you racially profiling me?" Stelle countered, but not only did she do damage to the bouncer but to herself too for acting like some deranged person who was about to ask for the manager. Though she did make sure not to ask for the manager, she wasn't going to stoop that low.
The bouncer panicked and quickly apologised for being presumptuous, which only made the trailblazer feel worse as she watched the little guy fluster over a lie. Still, it seemed like it worked.
"Look lady, I really need this job and I don't need trouble out here," the pepeshi whispered tiredly. "You have a ticket and you know the code, I'll let you in, but... try not to get us in trouble."
Stelle nodded and gave her ticket before heading into the club. She was surprised at how lenient the bouncer was, didn't even ask for ID, but she wasn't complaining.
Once she was inside and got a good look at the club, the girl was speechless at what she saw. Several people, sitting around chatting or drinking while girls in bunny outfits walked around and served them.
The girl was astonished, mainly because she was embarrassed, but also because it was packed to brim. Luckily for Stelle, she was a part-time bartender, so the atmosphere was something she was capable of adapting to and she also knew that the best way to get a good idea of the place was at the bar. Although she did hope that they would accept her not drinking any alcohol.
Taking a free seat at the bar, the bartender approached the trailblazer and asked for what drink she preferred. In the bar she worked at, her customers would describe the drinks and she would serve them accordingly. Using that knowledge she asked the bartender for something on the sweeter side, with a touch of remembrance (the feeling not the path). The bartender was impressed, giving Stelle a knowing nod before preparing the drink.
While her drink was being prepared, the girl decided to look around the club first, taking in the sights. She immediately drew differences between this place and Siobhan's. For one, it was a lot louder, Siobhan had a band and performances but the songs weren't as deafening, she even had to raise her voice just to talk to the bartender. Next was the number of people, Siobhan's bar had far fewer people than the club, mainly because Siobhan's bar was hidden away. Stelle preferred this made it easier to serve customers. Finally, there were the actual servers themselves, Stelle and Siobhan served their drinks at the bar and customers would go there to get them rather than be served. In the club though, everyone was being served by cute bunny girls.
"It's a really different atmosphere," Stelle thought. "Is this the type of place Miss Robin is working at?"
The bartender returned with the trailblazer's drink and started a conversation with the Nameless.
"So your first time here?" the bartender asked.
"Something like that," Stelle answered.
"You a bartender too?"
"I have some experience."
"I can tell, you know your drinks. What brought you here?"
"A regular of mine recommended it to me."
"Nice. Well we have a lot of things here for everyone, wanna dance, watch, drink, chat, anything. In fact, you're in luck our best girl's here."
Stelle raised a brow and leaned in closer. "Best girl?"
The bartender pointed her to a nearby server and Stelle's eyes widened when she realised who it was. Her bluish-white hair, the wings that sprouted out the sides of her head, that neck accessory she wore. No doubt about it, the girl that the trailblazer sought and chased after was here, in a bunny suit, serving drinks.
"Miss Robin?" Stelle exclaimed. "It's really her?"
"Shocking isn't it? She said she wanted to try out a different line of work and joined us," the bartender explained.
Stelle didn't know what to say, she didn't think Lady's gossip was true. Also, this was one hell of a change from being a singer. There was a lot to question here and Stelle wanted answers, but she saw that Miss Robin was busy working her shift and didn't want to disturb her, so for the moment she merely observed her.
From what she could see, Miss Robin was doing an honest job, working as a server with a smile. Not to mention the customers seemed to be courteous not doing anything perverse to the halovian songstress when given the chance. A part of that was probably the security that was scattered around the club. Still just because their hands couldn't move doesn't mean they were clean, because Stelle caught a couple ogling Miss Robin and the heroic Nameless was tempted to scold them, but held back since she was just a customer.
This was pretty much what Stelle did for a while, just observing Robin as she went about her tasks. However, her observations caught the attention of the bartender who told Stelle that if she wanted a particular girl to serve her, she could just request them for a slight fee.
The Nameless was shocked at first, the prospect of paying to have some time with someone only made her imagination think of adult activities. Still, if it meant she got some time to talk with Robin, it didn't seem like a bad idea and it wasn't like she was gonna do something untoward.
"How much?" Stelle asked."
"1000 for a regular dance, 3000 for some light touch and 5000 for the special show," the bartender informed.
"Jades?!" Stelle questioned, terrified to let go of that much Stellar Jades, if that was the currency.
"Gods no! Credits."
"Oh thank god."
Stelle paid for the 5000 credits special show, which to her felt quite cheap for a time with Miss Robin. Still, she didn't complain and waited for the bartender to return after she left to grab the songstress. While she was waiting, Stelle wondered what sort of show Miss Robin was going to perform, the obvious choice was singing, but the establishment didn't seem like the type; thinking back on what the bartender said it was something related to dancing so maybe they were gonna have a 1 on 1 dance, hopefully, she too didn't need a bunny outfit.
Minutes passed and eventually, the bartender returned. She apologised for making Stelle wait since Miss Robin was busy with serving.
"Now Robin, mind taking our dear guest to room 4," the bartender said.
"Of course, please come this way..." she trailed off when she spotted the trailblazer on the bar. "Stelle?!"
"H-hi." Stelle waved awkwardly. "Fancy meeting you here."
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Currently sitting in a quiet room away from the crowd was a sweating trailblazer with a cosmic songstress leering down at her with her arms crossed.
This wasn't their first meeting, let alone being together on their own. So why? Why was it suddenly so hard for Stelle to talk to her?
"So Stelle," Robin began, her voice cold, "why are you here?"
"Uh well..." Stelle clenched her fingers and through chattering teeth and trembling teeth, tried to push a few words out of her mouth. "My customer recommended me this place... and uh... here I am."
"Is that so? So you didn't come here because you knew I was working here?"
Stelle shook her head rapidly, proclaiming she only heard rumours about her working in a nightclub but didn't know it was that specific nightclub. Though she did further admit she followed Robin to the area but lost track of her.
Robin sighed and shook her head lightly in frustration. "I was trying to keep this a secret, but I suppose it was to be discovered one way or another."
The trailblazer felt bad for essentially discovering something she wasn't supposed to and proposed they forget about the entire thing and she'll leave. But just as she was standing up, the songstress grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back down onto the sofa.
"You paid," the Halovian murmured.
"Huh?" Stelle leaned in closer, wishing to hear what Robin said more clearly.
"You paid for a show right? Then I should deliver."
Stelle feared what was to come, she tried to get out of it by saying she's wasted time and that it would be impossible to finish the show in the allotted time, but Robin informed her she just wouldn't count their conversation time as part of the show. The trailblazer was baffled and tried to worm her way out by saying the other guests would need the room, but Robin said it was part of their rules to ensure the full time was allotted for the show.
"What a stupid rule!" Stelle thought.
Now stuck with having to bear the consequences of her actions. Stelle sat there stiffly as Robin began her performance.
For someone who preferred fighting, doing odd jobs and trash diving, Stelle wasn't used to being served, let alone serviced with a dance. What's worse was that the dance Robin was doing felt like something she shouldn't have been watching.
From the sensual movement of her hips to the alluring gaze she gave. Stelle was entrapped within Robin's aura of seduction, slowly losing her breath at the sight of the pure songstress turning into a woman of carnality.
Robin then placed her hands between Stelle's head and looked down at her with this intense gaze of dominance.
"Did you know? A lot of people tried to get me a shot of me in a provocative way, how frustrated they must be to miss out on this."
Stelle looked at Robin with a confused expression as she wondered how to answer. "Really frustrated I guess?"
"Correct," Robin praised.
Robin continued her dance while teasing Stelle little by little, caressing her cheek and tracing her jawline. Robin guided the Express crew member to always keep an eye on her, on her routine, on her swaying hips and on her lustful gaze.
Stelle complied, not once uttering a word as she continued to stare at the entirety of Robin's performance. She could feel her chest tighten as the seconds passed by and a hot sensation began to envelop her. It felt so wrong, yet at the same time, it felt so right.
She could see why Robin would've wanted to hide this job, if anyone knew that she was giving people sensual dances then her career would've plummeted deep into IX.
As the performance continued, Stelle kept up her questioning, asking the songstress why this was the job she chose. Robin would gladly answer that it was just different from usual, so it felt more thrilling, something Stelle couldn't deny from the sofa.
Minutes then went by and Stelle had gotten comfortable with the dancing Halovian, however just as she finally relaxed Robin decided to move on to the next part of the show. Turning her back to the trailblazer, Robin then squatted down with her legs apart, in a sexy manoeveur before she started to bounce up and down. The trailblazer immediately stiffened, not expecting a higher level of eroticism than the last.
But it wasn't over yet, while bouncing, Robin looked back at Stelle with a grin as her fingers clasped the zip of her bunny outfit. She then slowly began to pull it down, exposing her back to the trailblazer.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Stelle covered her eyes in a panic, she wasn't expecting a strip show to start.
"Huh? What do you mean you paid for the special show, so I'm giving it to you," Robin cooed.
Stelle's mind blanked, she didn't have enough brain power to think about the ramifications of what she had done anymore and let Robin do her thing.
When the zipper reached the end of the outfit, Robin then stood up and turned to Stelle. She cupped her breast and slowly pulled away the leather bunny outfit, exposing her plump breasts to the trailblazer. She eyed the trailblazer, enjoying their bashful expression as she began to massage her now naked body.
"What do you think Stelle?" She asked seductively. "Like what you see?"
"Uh, yeah...?" Stelle whimpered.
Then, with swaying hips, Robin made her way to Stelle and placed a foot onto the sofa as she closely pressed herself as close as possible without making contact. She rocked her hips back and forth in a pleading manner as she bucked her hips up to give the trailblazer a glance of her aroused entrance.
For the girl on the couch, she wasn't so sure what the proper etiquette was for these things and just quietly watched Robin's chest bounce in front of her pried-open eyes. She attempted to avert her gaze when she realised how hard she was staring, but between her heaving melons and those circling hips, there was no safe spot for her to land her gaze.
"Why do you look away, dear customer?"
Her question was laced with desire and allure, the air of the once gentle and sweet Robin, replaced with this heat of a woman yearning to be caressed by the trailblazer before her. As such, taking the Nameless' hand she guided the unknowing pathstrider and made her cup her breast, sending a jolt of electricity to run through Stelle's body.
Despite being a girl herself and having cupped many breasts, mainly her friend March 7th's, this sensation of having the soft and supple superstar's mounds in her hand made her instinctively squeeze, which in turn made Robin moan. Realising what she had done, Stelle pulled her hand away and quickly apologised with a crimson, hot face. She couldn't believe she had just laid a hand on a celebrity and began to envision a scene in her head about how she would be on the run from fans and paparazzi for assault.
However, as she was panicking from her delusion, Robin then caressed her face effectively tearing her out of her mental illusion. She was then guided by Robin to look up where she was then graced by the other girl's gentle smile.
"It's alright, you're not doing anything wrong," Robin soothed. "Come, touch me more."
At her invitation, Robin once again guided Stelle's hands to her breasts to which the trailblazer then began to knead and massage her mounds, eliciting yet another set of aroused cries from the Halovian.
Stelle had hoped the walls were soundproof or else it would've been quite awkward when she departed.
After a few minutes of playing with Robin's breasts, the singer then mounted herself onto the couch, straddling Stelle before telling the grey-haired girl to place her attention on her behind. With some hesitation, Stelle wrapped her arms around Robin and gripped her ass. Robin, feeling the force of the trailblazer's fingers, couldn't help but buck her hips in a reflex of stimulation.
"Oh wow, you've got a strong grip," Robin teased. "You like my behind that much?"
"I...I don't have a preference," Stelle answered, but blush had crept onto her face when Robin giggled at her response. Despite her confident nature, Stelle was still so inexperienced in other things that she couldn't even stop herself from feeling embarrassed.
"Well then, why don't I teach you a lot about how to pleasure other women."
Though a heat had begun to emerge in between her legs, Stelle steeled herself to not do anything untoward to her friend and with the nature of Robin's work, she couldn't do anything beyond simple caressing and touching. So with her role in the performance coming to an end, Stelle relaxed back into the couch, somewhat, and gripped the edges as she watched Robin expose her dripping entrance to her.
"Let me show you, how to do it," Robin announced in a sultry voice.
Stelle watched as the songstress' finger slowly traced her own womanhood, her ears tingled at the sound of Robin's gasps and soft moans, and her body kindled and trembled, yearning for more than a mere show.
"A shame we can't do more," Robin complained. "I wouldn't mind going further with you."
Neither would Stelle, but even she didn't have the guts to push. So she had no choice but to bear her growing arousal while Robin continued to lap her entrance in increasing speeds.
Paying close attention to Robin's body as she ferociously attacked her own entrance, Stell couldn't believe how perverse the songstress was. Her wild moans were dripping with ecstasy and her body convulsed relentlessly, her fingers moved so rapidly it was a near blur and her womanhood was dripping with juices. It was a scene nobody but Stelle could witness and relish.
The girl whose voice rang into the sky which lifted the hopes of all in Penacony. Her majestic figure, a symbol of Harmony. And her beauty, pure and bright like beacon for all to seek comfort and safety, was locked in a feeling of pure arousal. Her voice gurgled from saliva and moans mixing. Her figure, bent over with her legs apart in a perverse position. And her beauty, now dirtied by her own perversion. Yet, she was gallant in Stelle's eyes, whether she was making the stars singing to her tune or was dancing to the tune of lust, she was still radiating an image of a star that the galaxies adored.
"Ah, I'm... I'm close," Robin gasped, her fingers picking up more speed as her juices sprinkled across the floor. "Watch me Stelle... watch me!"
Not looking away, Stelle watched as Robin entered her climax, her body then arched back as she trembled fiercely from the surge of mania brought on by her climax. Stelle could clearly witness her woman convulse as her juices shot out like hail, spreading all across the floor and reaching close to Stelle's feet.
Once her climax had subsided, Robin collapsed on the floor, eyes rolled back and tongue lulled out. Stelle was now left on her own, unsure on what to do next. Her body was still erupting with heat from watching the songstress play with herself, and she could admit it had affected her more than she had thought. But, there were more pressing matters to attend to, so the trailblazer calmed herself down before tending to Robin, placing her on the couch and wiping her clean. Afterwards, she lent her jacket to the Halovian while she waited for her to awaken.
"I better text March that I'll be late from my shift then." Stelle then took out her phone and opened her messages to contact her close friend and companion but then paused when she realised she couldn't exactly divulge what she had just gone through.
Pondering a response Stelle decided to tell a half-truth, that she was accompanying Robin. Though of course, her companion replied with jealousy of having the opportunity to hang out with Miss Robin.
But in Stelle's head, it was an opportunity she wished her companion would never have the chance to attain, lest the image of the songstress be ruined.
After assuring her companion of her activities, Stelle returned her attention to the sleeping Halovian and smiled. Though she was not expecting the night to unfold as it did, she was appreciative that she had learned a new side to her friend, hoping that this would also be the last time this would happen.
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Following that night, Miss Robin made regular appearances at Stelle's bar as she worked. The two would converse normally but the trailblazer's regulars would notice a sense of closeness with them, something akin to lovers but not romantically.
For the trailblazer, this was both a blessing and a curse, a blessing because more customers came which meant more money for her, but a curse because now new rumours about how she and Miss Robin were dating had spread among the Penaconians. Not to mention, only she seemed to be affected by this as Miss Robin gleefully visited her whenever she could and flirted without restraint.
"So when do you want to go out? Tomorrow or maybe tonight? We can go to the Radiant Feldspar and have drinks by the pool," Robin mused with a huge smile on her face.
Stelle did her best to not engage in the songstress' flirting, giving her straight and neutral answers only. "Miss Robin please, I'm working right now, we can discuss this later."
Robin pouted, not finding this cold shoulder all that pleasing. "Aww you spoilsport, even though we've done so much already."
A simple sentence that was so vague it made the people around them spit their drinks out and Stelle freeze on the spot.
"Wh-wh-what are you on about?!" she questioned, her face flush with red.
Robin tilted her head to the side and hummed curiously. "Hmm? Well of course I'm on about that wonderful night in which you tended to me after such a heated performance."
The entire room roared in surprise and Stelle paled. While the wording was vague enough to let the imagination run wild, it was by no means far from being pure.
"So, my dear trailblazer, when do you wish to have another dance? Maybe this time we can both participate."
The trailblazer could feel her eyes and mouth twitch as her sanity quickly fell into disarray as others clamoured to her to question her.
That night for the Galactic Basballer, Penacony was no longer a land of dreams, but a land of nightmares.