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Aaron de Maria looked between the upperclassmen in total uncertainty, mentally throwing around the favor that they had requested of him and the positives as well as the consequences that came along for the ride.

Cian heard of his skills in lock picking and had the brilliant idea to sneak into one of the Strip Joints that Luca had running in the Red Light District, and the others happened to agree.

However, the only thing that stood between them having fun on their Saturday night was his consent to actually perform the deed that would get them into the establishment. He liked the idea, but the thought of being arrested for breaking and entering and other legal repercussions that could follow didn't appeal to him.

"Come'on, Aaron!" his friend complained, placing his arm on the underclassman's shoulders. "I bet you'll like what ya' see in there."

"Yeah."

Aaron blushed at the images that rushed to mind at the thought of the Strip Joint and fought to return his calm facade, breathing to calm his racing heart.

"Fine," the teenager had finally folded, rubbing his neck to push off the embarrassment that surged through his person. He, like the rest of the upperclassmen in front of him, enjoyed the female body as much as the next male but that had limits. In his opinion, being thrown into jail for an hour or two of enjoying himself was pushing those limits as far as he was concerned.

Syvilt didn't bother to restrain his smirk as he'd turned from the scene and began walking back towards the Quad, waving over his shoulder as he'd left. It wasn't hard to see that he planned to dress for the occasion and grab his money.

Eventually, Cian and the rest of the upperclassmen left him in the hallways to prepare in much the same fashion as Syv, leaving him alone and his only companion being his thoughts. Sighing, the blonde figured that he'd put on something casual and bring some of the money that his parents had given him for his birthday last month.

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Aaron tweaked the lock pick in his hands and couldn't help the smile that crossed his features at the satisfying click, his friends having much the same reactions as she'd pulled open the door. Excited, they crammed into the room on the other side of the doorway and kept as quiet as possible, knowing the consequences of being caught sneaking through the back.

He found himself amazed the moment he'd stepped through into the main part of the establishment, nearly dropping his jaw as he'd watched the scantily clad women on the walkway and the beautiful women that roamed the rest of the place to bring drinks.

It had taken him several seconds for his eyes to adjust to the difference in lighting, but he'd noticed that the others had run off in his moment of weakness. It was amusing, to say the least.

Shrugging, the teenager had moved to approach one of the walkways and enjoy the show but paused the moment somebody tapped him on the shoulder. "Yes?"

He'd asked the question almost casually and seemed rather level-headed for someone in the middle of one of Luca's Strip Joints, but that facade had been killed as he'd taken in the appearance of the stranger.

Damn... high-heeled, black pvc boots and the school outfit had caught his attention in seconds, and her taught and somewhat curvy body had helped seal the deal for him. He couldn't really see the rest of her features in the poor lighting, but the student couldn't shake off that feeling that told him that he knew her from somewhere.

It didn't matter, though, as the female leaned in close and the smallest of blushes crossed his cheeks at the feel of her warm breath on his neck. "You want a private show?"

Aaron almost chocked on his saliva as the stranger "grabbed" him and motioned toward one of the backrooms, almost purring as she'd taken in the heat that he was packing.

Fayth, kill him now.

In spite of this fact, the blonde had nodded weakly to answer the question and felt rather helpless as the golden blonde had pulled him into the backroom.

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Her movements seemed rather awkward in the beginning because of the occasional trip or stutter through the routine, the poor lady hadn't been working here that long and lacked the confidence in her own performance. Slowly, she'd stripped herself and remained clad in only her undergarments, the boots, and the shades that she'd been wearing earlier. As she took hold of the metal pole, Aaron - to his embarrassment - felt the natural reaction that came to seeing that sort of thing, especially as she swung around the pole, her head thrown back and her breats threatening to spill from the small bra that covered them.

Aaron shifted his pants in the attempt to hide his feelings on the display and continued to watch, her moves becoming more graceful and confident as the soft music in the background had began to pick up and the intoxicating rhythm matching that of his heartbeat. He failed to defeat his growing interest in the show and chose to stop resisting his body, instead moving his pants for the second time and settling back in the seat, transfixed by the movements of this unknown female.

Finally, the golden blonde had neared him and began the more... private, part of the dancing. His blush could've brought light to even the darkest abyss at that point, making mockey of his personal saying.

He almost groaned at the grinding of the hips, almost thinking of the encounter as some type of blissful torture, and clenched his jaw in stubborn refusal to say something.

"Damn..." the islander cursed in spite of the pleasure, being almost disappointed as the woman had finished her dance and kissed him on the cheek.

However, the lights had been turned on for the first time since he'd met the woman and the blonde couldn't help the surge of recognition at the familiar appearance. "Angerona!"

In shock at someone knowing her name, the golden blonde turned to her client and nearly screamed as she'd taken in his equally as familiar appearance. "Aaron?!"

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Unaware to his underclassman friend's plight, the others continued to enjoy themselves in the festivities.

And as he watched Kylina gyrate her hips on stage, Cian stared and wondered why she looked so familiar. It couldn't be, could it? A cruel smile formed on his face as he suddenly settled on a new game plan. Kylina would tell him everything he needed to know in order to win Amie's heart... as long as he didn't tell anyone what he'd seen here tonight.

Aaron had known that something bad might happen, but this wasn't in the realm of possibilities that he'd considered.