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In the grand scheme of the multiverse, infinite possibility brings about infinite dimensional variation. Some of these dimensions are so similar to each other that you could spend a lifetime searching for any distinction, others so radically different they defy comprehension. Consider if you would, a Remnant where its creators, The Gods of Light and Darkness, were perhaps a little less cruel, or perhaps a little more foolish, and granted Salem the death she so craved after the great shattering of the moon and the annihilation of humanity. A world where everything continued on in a muchness, with Grimm still the greatest threat to humanity and its kingdoms, but with no grander scheme than the chaos so instilled in them by their creator himself.
And so with that in mind, cast your eyes to the Kingdom of Vale, through its many streets, past the gates of Beacon, up to the highest room in the tallest tower, where a particular man sat in his clockwork office, cane to one side and a steaming mug of coffee set to the other, staring intently at his holo-monitor where upon another man’s face was displayed. A stare only broken by the notice of his office doors sliding open.
“Your suspicions were correct,” came the flawlessly proper and polite voice of Glynda Goodwitch as she entered the room, her heels making sharp clicks against the glass flooring. “The analysis team just confirmed it. A forgery.”
Professor Ozpin reached for his coffee and took a sip. “And an extremely competent forgery at that. Certainly no slipshod work of a desperate teenager. This is professional.”
Glynda set herself at her usual place to Ozpin’s side. “Should we be concerned?”
Another sip of coffee was taken before replying. “Doubtful. We know the markers now, and every other application to this year’s entrance have been genuine.”
Glynda produced her Scroll-pad and began furiously tapping away at the keys. “Very well then, I shall begin to- sir?”
Ozpin lowered the hand he had raised to stop Glynda and instead used it to prop his chin as he continued to stare at the profile of the man before him. “Not so hasty, my old friend. While I certainly share your distaste for dishonesty, the very fact that this young man took such a gamble does prove his willingness to enrol. Perhaps such determination should be rewarded, or at the very least entertained?”
As ruthlessly in charge of her emotions as she was, in this private setting Glynda could not help but unleash a sigh of frustration. “Sir,” she began through clenched teeth, “While I certainly admire your resolve to change our ways over the last few years. Moving the age of acceptance to eighteen, abolishing the catapult mission, but I simply must protest to this…insanity! We know nothing of this candidate; his credentials, his allegiances, even his name may be false. The only thing we truly know is that his first interaction with Beacon has been a deceit. It would be unfair to the rest of incoming student body to allow such a person amongst their ranks. I implore you to listen to reason.”
Another sip of coffee past through Ozpin’s lips as he considered the counsel. Perhaps, in more desperate times, if he were a more desperate man, the great and powerful Oz may have indeed stuck to his convictions and given this, at the least eager, candidate a chance. By the time the ceramic mug clacked against the glass table, his decision had been made.
“Very well then,” declared the headmaster of Beacon. “I simply can find no reasonable argument to protest. You may continue our reply, Professor Goodwitch.”
The briefest twitch of a smile graced the haughty beauty of Glynda’s lips as she silently felt relief wash over her. She began to furiously type away on her personal screen. “Thank you, Headmaster. And as for you, Jaune Arc, your fraudulent application is hereby-”
/~/ One Day Later /~/
“DENIED!?”
Those that populated the narrow street made sure the give a wide berth to the indignant looking teen as he stomped his way down Vale’s industrial sector, a sheet of white paper gripped in both hands that he occasional shook up at the heavens and continued to shout the same word over and over.
Jaune Arc just couldn’t believe it. Do those snobby Beacon professors not know how much Jaune had suffered to afford such well-crafted forgeries? How many years of scrimping and saving it took? How many hours of babysitting, how many hours of pedicures and manicures and hair washes and facial rubs for his sisters, of all the extra chores of laundry and cooking and cleaning he offered in exchange for their allowances, how many of his own comics and video games he had to pawn, just to afford those damn papers?! And then yesterday, the day of all days he expected to be the greatest day of his life, the day he was finally going to show his father that he could become just as much a warrior and a hero as he and his father before him were, that day instead was marred by a single word.
“DENIED!” he shouted once again, spooking a flock of crows and sending them scattering into the sky.
Jaune Arc may not apparently be Huntsman material, even with forged documents, but never let it be said that Jaune Arc would take defeat lying down. Even if it cost him another round of pitiful grovelling to his sisters to buy a one-way bullhead ticket back to Vale, he was going to get his money back from that damned broker, no ifs and or buts about it!
Turning a corner, Jaune found himself back down a familiar street, though the field of blackened and shattered glass that lay spread out before the entrance of Junior’s Club was certainly a new addition. He spotted a pair of well-dressed men armed with brooms. Lucky for him though they seemed far too busy sweeping the dangerous debris to notice the blond man slip by and head up the stairway.
“Holy crap,” Jaune couldn’t help but exclaim as he passed through the Club’s entry corridor, its previous sliding glass doors now gone, and into the club it self to see what he could only surmise as the result of a bomb going off in the middle of the club.
Nothing had been spared; what had been glass was gone, shattered into a million pieces, and what had been steel was either bent and broken or simply blasted away and hanging limply by flimsy cables on the ceiling or walls. Several men in the same identical suits as the two outside were busy themselves sweeping glass or collecting debris into large metal bins.
“What on Remnant happened here?” Jaune asked aloud to nobody in particular.
“A Huntress happened here,” nobody in particular answered, nobody in particular in this case being the towering doorman. He was dressed much the same as the rest of the club’s staff, though his hat was currently replaced with a bag of water ice in vain attempt to reduce the size of dark a mottled lump on the top of his head. “Or at least, a Huntress-in-training who got a little too carried away last night celebrating her Beacon acceptance.” The large and imposing figure (despite the comical ice bag) turned towards Jaune and adjusted his red lens glasses. “But that doesn’t really explain what the hell you think you’re doing here, ya little punk.”
The furious indignation that had fuelled Jaune all the way from his hometown of Domré slowly began to evaporate under the doorman’s furrowed brow. “Uh…well…you see…the thing is…” Jaune paused. This was exactly the kind of thing that got him overlooked to attend combat school as a child, he was always wilting under pressure. Well no more! Planting his foot, squaring his jaw, Jaune braced himself as steadily as he could and returned the glare back before answering. “The hell I’m doing here is getting my money back!” He shook the reply paper right in the doorman’s face as he continued. “Your damn boss promised me papers good enough to fool Beacon into getting me in, but seeing as I’m here instead of partying it up right now and looking forward to attending Huntsman training in six months, that clearly didn’t happen, now did it!?”
As courageous and assertive as his response Jaune thought was, the burly doorman clearly did not think the same. “Okay there, Princess panty-twist, settle down before you give yourself a nosebleed. The boss is in a very important meeting right now and said no interruptions. So you can-”
“I don’t care if he’s meeting with the goddamn King of Vale right now!” Jaune continued to rage. “I want my money back and I want it NOW!”
The final word continued to echo around the demolished club as every worker inside paused to turn and stare at the young man facing off with the largest of their crew. Some lamented the fact they were going to have clean up what remained after the doorman was done beating him to wet and bloody pulp. The only sound that followed was the wet, audible ‘Slap!’ of the icebag as it slid off the doorman’s head and onto the floor below.
“Hey!” Jaune cried out as the doorman’s arms suddenly lashed out, grabbing him by the short sleeves of his hoody before being spun around and now roughly gripped by the back of his jeans-waist and the hood of his hoody itself. Jaune suddenly found himself yanked up off the ground and carted about like a sack of potatoes as the doorman carried him deeper into the bowels of the club building, corridor after twisting corridor, before eventually stopping at a pair of wide doors.
“You wanted to see the boss?” The doorman growled before swinging Jaune back with a mighty heave. “Well here you go!”
And with that, the young man was sent careening forward through the air, colliding with the pair of swinging doors that easily gave way to him and allowing him easy access into the next room where gravity eventually won out and Jaune collided back into the ground as a sprawling mess.
Clambering back up onto his knees, Jaune looked around the dimly lit room to see five sets of eyes glaring at him with equal derision and annoyance.
The only person in the room that was known to Jaune was Junior himself, currently situated behind a simple wooden desk. The others, Jaune had no clue.
The cane wielding man in white with the red hair exhaled a steady stream of smoke from his nostrils as he turned his glaring eyes away from Jaune back to the bearded man. “An interruption, Junior? Am I not worthy enough to given even the barest of respect after all that I’m doing for you?”
The now terrified looking Junior shook his open hands in an attempt to diffuse the tense atmosphere. “N-no, Mister Torchwick, I-I…I swear I told my men absolutely no interruptions what-so-ever! I don’t even kn-know who this kid is.” Junior’s fearful visage quickly morphed into anger as he slammed his hands down on the table and pointed accusingly at the still fallen Jaune. “The hell are you anyway, punk?”
Before Jaune could even begin to scramble for a reply, the diminutive, multicoloured woman beside the man apparently known as Torchwick stepped towards Jaune. At first he thought she was going to help him up, but the smirk on her lips never faltered as she instead used the crook of her parasol to hook his left elbow and send him sprawling to the floor once more. And with a spin so fast he couldn’t even follow, she used the tip of the parasol to flick the now crumpled paper Jaune once held into the air and catching it before passing it along to the cigar smoking individual.
“Dear Jaune Arc blah blah blah,” Torchwick read aloud as he sped through the paper’s contents. “Due to evidence of fraudulent and manufactured transcripts we regret we have no choice but to-Really, Junior? Selling phony transcripts to dumb kids?” He shook the paper derisively before crumpling it up into a ball and tossing it over his shoulder, bouncing off the still prone Jaune’s head. “And apparently not even very good ones if he didn’t get in. Hey, kid! How much he charge you?”
“A lot,” came the muffled reply from Jaune.
Roman leaned on his cane and shook his head. “Tisk, tisk. Is this what the once proud underworld of Vale has been reduced to? Fleecing toddlers out of their allowances? Your father would be so ashamed.”
“Argh! Enough of this!” Junior slammed his fists down on the table once more. “Mil, Mel, get that piece of garbage out of my office and put the boots to him so hard he’ll never show what’s left of his face in Vale again!”
“You got it,” the two dark haired women, one in red while the other in white, responded in unison.
“Hold on there,” Torchwick said, raising his hand to stop the two. “He’s seen my face, and we can’t very well leave a witness to the great criminal mastermind Roman Torchwick conversing with an honest businessman such as yourself.” He snapped his fingers. “Neo, be a dear and go take care of him in the other room. The one with the easy to wash down tiles.”
Jaune had just gotten back onto shaky feet before Neo’s parasol crook lashed out again, this time around his ankle, and sent him falling backwards onto his rear. No sooner that pain lanced up his spine from the fall that the hem of collar shot up to dig into his throat as he was once again grabbed by the hood of his jacket, this time being dragged across the wooden floor, past another swinging door and into a brightly lit room of white tiles. With a strength he couldn’t even fathom coming from the petite woman, Jaune was flung like a rag doll across the wide room to collide with the wall. Fear and panic let Jaune scramble back up onto his feet in record time, only to double over as a small fist buried itself into his stomach.
“Can…can we just t-talk about this?” Jaune wheezed out as he struggled to breath. He looked up hopefully at Neo who paused to tap her chin with her index finger and look up in adorable ponderance, only to shake her head and smile wickedly down at him. “Worth a shot.”
Light exploded from the back of Jaune’s vision as he took the haymaker, spinning like a top before plummeting down on his back to the tiled floor below. Even if he had the strength to get back up, the tiny assailant landed herself down to straddle his hips, pinning him to the floor. Jaune heard the whisper of metal as the multicoloured combatant pulled a wicked-looking blade from the parasol’s handle, dropping the rest beside Jaune as she grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up to a sitting position, a gleeful smile on her face as she pressed the sword tip to his throat.
Even after receiving an absolute beatdown, with the tip of a sword pricking the soft skin of his neck, mere inches from death, Jaune couldn’t help but notice just how good his killer smelled. Like strawberry ice-cream and sweet-musk. It also didn’t help that from this position he could stare directly down into her cleavage.
And despite the absolutely fear that was coursing through him, Jaune’s teenage body couldn’t help but react.
‘Oh my gods are you kidding me? I can’t believe I’m going to die with a boner!’ Jaune thought as he scrunched his eyes shut. As much as he tried to will it down, his erection was instead growing larger and larger. He could feel it pressing against the hot, soft inner-thighs of the woman currently straddling him. ‘Please just make it quick so I don’t have to live through the embarrassment anymore.’
Seemingly ready for the sweet embrace of death, Jaune waited. He waited for a few seconds more, and then a few seconds after that. But a few seconds after that, he couldn’t help but peek. The gleeful smirk of his killer was gone, now replaced with curious bemusem*nt. Lowering the blade from Jaune’s neck to let it clatter against the tiled floor, Neo instead rocked her hips, grinding against Jaune’s erection as it held firm in his pants.
Jaune didn’t even have time to fathom what on Remnant Neo was up to when suddenly she was off him and yanking him back up to his feet. Her strength so utterly overwhelmed Jaune’s own that he was thrown up against the wall like a ragdoll and kept anchored there by the heel of her boot to his throat as she performed a vertical splits.
Despite the ongoing and sustained trauma to his person, it was still the damn sexiest thing Jaune had ever seen in his life, and the way his erection now painfully strained against its confines, it seemed to agree.
As if aware of his discomfort, Neo began fumbling at the fly of Jaune’s jeans with both hands before yanking them down along with his underwear. The cool air of the room felt a great contrast against the warmth of his erection as it sprung free, proudly displaying itself like flagpole mounted on the side of a building.
A gloved hand encased his member, giving it an experimental tug or two, a bit of a shake here and there, before ultimately removing itself. Next came the odd sensation of Neo pressing her forearm against the side of his erection, her elbow pressing up against his hip as she dug it in a little deeper. And as quick as she had pinned him there, Neo pulled herself away from Jaune and left the room, the only evidence of her departure the still swinging door. With no external force keeping him held, Jaune slumped to the floor below, his bare ass coming into contact with the cold tiles. The jarring sensation combined with the heightened confusion sent his erection flagging as his mind now focussed on more important matters like how he was going to get out of here alive.
Past his laboured breaths, he suddenly heard what seemed to be a one-sided conversation from the adjoining room.
“God’s damn it, Neo, slow down a little. You know I can’t read as fast as you sign. Now start from the start.” The voice of Roman Torchwick came through. “So you didn’t kill the kid, and you think we can use him for…okay I’m gonna need you to say that again…I don’t know why you keep pointing from from your wrist to your elbow because there’s no way that’s…What do you mean you checked!? Okay I definitely need to see this for myself.”
The door to the room swung open once again as Roman Torchwick entered the room shortly trailed by Neo as well. “It’s your lucky day, kid! Neo here tells me that you’re packing some very special equipment and-” Roman paused to glance down at the absolute wreck that was Jaune Arc. He sighed audibly. “Neo, I think you may have been just a little too rough with the kid before you checked what was under the hood. You know they say an erection is a symptom of a concussion, maybe you just knocked enough blood out of his head it seemed like-”
Roman was interrupted as Neo suddenly strode forward, yanked her jacket open and pressed her corset covered breasts right into Jaune’s face.
Savagely beaten or not, Jaune was still a teenage boy, and thus the desired effect was produced.
“Woah-ho! Never mind then. Consider my previous scepticism withdrawn. Gods above, kid, you sure you’re not a horse-faunus or something? Okay okay, I’ve seen enough. Starting to get a little self-conscious here. Neo, help the kid up and get his pants back on. This is a reputable place of business after all. And kid, when you’re ready come out and we’ll see about a business proposition. You got three minutes.”
The fast-talking man left the room and quickly as he entered, leaving Jaune alone with his…former assassin? Never-the-less, Neo seemed quite the loyal soldier as she indeed helped Jaune out as Roman ordered. She darted to a nearby sink in the corner of the room to procure a glass of water and helped Jaune slowly take measured sips of the life-restoring liquid. Already he was starting to feel better as Neo pressed a dampened cloth to his aching jaw and wiped away a little of the caked blood from his split lip. Luckily his erection had subsided during this and he was able to hoist his pants back up and regain some modesty and with Neo’s help, limped his way back into the dimly lit office.
Roman had taken Junior’s place behind the simple desk while the grizzly man stood to the side of the room with his two female compatriots. A simple wooden chair had been set out on the other side of the desk as Neo helped Jaune set himself down upon it.
“You like fairy tales, John?” Roman asked as puffed away merrily on his cigar.
“I…guess?” Jaune replied. “And it’s Jaune, by the way.”
“Right right, Jaune, like I said.” Roman reclined back on the chair and put his feet up on the desk. “Anyway, John, once upon a time, there lived a baby bear. Now this baby bear had a dream to open up a…honey business. But to open this honey business he needed a… magic spell, so the baby bear went to the dashing hero who promised to get the magic spell in return for a cut of the profits from the honey business.
“And so the dashing hero along with his trusty sidekick set out to the secret frozen castle that resided in the clouds to find this magic spell. But while finding the spell was easy enough, the evil wizard that kept the best spells to himself found the dashing hero and now the dashing hero has an entire fleet of pissed off wizards half-way up his ass!” There was a mighty ‘Crack!’ as Roman whipped his cane down upon the table, he gaze shifting menacingly towards the nervous looking man at the side of the room. “And to make matters worse, the dashing hero comes back to find not only has the baby bear not even started working on his honey business, but his main source of income is currently in ruins because he couldn’t stop one drunken girl from blowing the damn club to hell!”
“P-please, Mister Torchwick, i-if I could…could just-”
“Neo.”
At Roman’s call, the little assassin had Junior pressed against the wall, her secret blade held firmly against his throat.
“As I was saying,” said Roman as he returned to his relaxed position. “The dashing hero decided that the incompetent baby-bear was out and the honey business needed…you know what I’m gonna give up on the whole fairy tale analogy and just tell you this straight up; I swiped this fancy new A.I tech from some Atlas lab and now we’re starting a p*rn studio and Miltia and Melanie over there are going to get it off the ground and run it.” He paused to nod towards Mil and Mel respectively and took another puff of his cigar. “Bankrolled by yours truly of course, so I expect a sizable turnaround when things finally get rolling.” He paused to look directly at Jaune. “And that’s where you come in. What we really needed to get this venture off and running was someone to put the ‘stud’ in ‘studio’, you feel me?”
“M-me?” Jaune stuttered. “I-I mean I h-haven’t even…I’ve never…W-why me?”
Roman scoff. “Kid…come on. Are you serious?” He emphasized the point by grabbing his cane gesturing lewdly with it. “It’s like you were born for the role. Granted, we’re gonna have to do some serious work to get you fighting fit, as the saying goes, but I sincerely doubt there isn’t a man alive that wouldn’t kill to have what you got in those jeans of yours. And if you want to get the most out of that python of yours, all you need to do is sign on the bottom line.” A stack of papers and a single black pen were slid across the table towards Jaune.
Jaune stared at the contract set before him and then back up at Roman. “I really just can’t get my money back and go home, can I?”
“Well that’s not really up to me,” explained Roman. “See, that’s a deal between you and baby bear over there, and something tells me he’s going to be pretty strapped for cash for a while until he gets his club back up and running. But if you help in this little endeavour of ours, the sooner he starts making the money back and the sooner you get yours back.”
Jaune sighed, he could feel the walls closing in around him. “So much for my dream of becoming a hero. I’ll never be a huntsman now.”
Roman couldn’t help but snort, catching Jaune’s attention. “Let me ask you something, kid. You want to be a Huntsman, right?”
Jaune blinked. “Y-yeah, I do.”
“Well what do Huntsmen do?”
“They…they kill Grimm.”
Roman rolled his eyes. “That’s more the result of an occupational hazard than anything. What they really do is…?”
“They save people,” answered Jaune.
Roman clicked his fingers and pointed. “Bingo! That’s what makes a Huntsman a hero. Now, what are Grimm attracted to?”
“Ne-negative emotions.”
“Right, and the only way to have less negative emotions is to have…?”
“Positive emotions!”
“You’re goddamn right! Now stay with me here, what does p*rn do for people?”
“Makes them…horny?”
“No, it…okay yes it certainly does do that, but it also makes them happy. So, if someone is happy and full of positive emotions that means they have less…?”
“Negative emotions! Which means less Grimm!”
“And so…?”
Jaune held his chin. “And so if I do this and make p*rn movies…then I’m giving people positive emotions…which means less negative emotions…which means I’m saving people from Grimm…which means I’m a hero!”
Roman waved his cane in the air and cheered. “Ding Ding Ding! We have a winner! And how are you going to make p*rn movies?”
“By signing this contract!” Jaune declared triumphantly as he grabbed the pen and signed his name in messy scribble.
“Congratulations!” Roman clapped loudly. At a motion, the rest of the room’s occupants clapped along too. He rose to his feet and moved around to shake Jaune’s hand. “You ready to start your first day as a genuine p*rn star?”
“You bet I am!” Jaune announced as he stood up and returned the gesture. “When do we start shooting?”
“In six months time. Right after you help build everything from scratch.”
The hand shaking stopped. “Wait…what?”
“Oh yeah,” Roman reached down and grabbed the contract. “It’s all in here. ‘Until the production company is deemed operable, the signed below will conduct any and all occupations deemed applicable by the owner slash administrators to ensure the completion in a steady time frame. The signed below will also wave their rights to an income until intended production has begun and a profit has been made.’” He shook the stack of papers. “You really need to read these things before signing, kid. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that?”
Jaune sunk down into his chair, his shock and disbelief leaving him pale.
Roman couldn’t help but chuckle as he leaned up against the desk. “Relax, kid. I’m bankrolling this whole operation, and never let it be said that Roman Torchwick doesn’t protect his investments. Besides, with what you’re packing down there, I see you making some very long-term growth in all our bank accounts, if you know what I mean.” He paused to consider Jaune a bit longer and grimaced a little at the sight. “Eesh, maybe not with that face right now though. I know Neo’s a tough little spitfire, but when are you going to activate your aura and fix of…that?” He made a rubbing motion around his face.
Jaune blinked. “My what now?”
“Your Aura.”
“Gesundheit.”
“Wait a minute…” Roman took a long drag of his cigar before exhaling. “Kid…did you try and get into Beacon Academy without even knowing what Aura is?”
“Is…was that like on a test of something?”
The entire room was silent for a few seconds, before raucous laughter blasted it away. Even Neo was doubled over as her body shook with silent laughter.
“Oh gods, he tried to go in like a normal person!” The girl in red said between great gouts of laughter.
“He would have died in like three seconds flat!” The girl in white added on, wheezing away as she tried to catch her breath between guffaws.
“Looks like I actually did you a hell of a favour, kid!” Junior cried out with delight.
Even Neo was getting in on the mockery as she mimed out getting mauled and devoured by a Grimm.
“Haah, you’re an absolute riot, kid.” Roman sighed contently as the laughter around the room began to quite down. With one last puff of his cigar which had been smoked down to a mere stub, Roman ground the soggy butt down on to the bare wood of the desk and leapt back up to his feet. “Alright, that’s about me done for the day. Think it’s time I go check out a nice quiet beach in Vacuo till the heat dies down. Junior, focus on getting this dump back to operating standards. Mil, Mel, you got your hands full getting the studio up and running, make sure everything’s nice and legal on the paper-side of things too. Last thing we need is any government busy-bodies sticking their noses in our operations and finding what I swiped from Atlas. Neo here’s gonna stick around and help out, but she’s mostly here as my proxy to ensure this whole endeavour runs smoothly and to keep me informed on how things are going. I’ll be in touch every now and then, but you all know micro-managing isn’t really my style.”
“W-wait, you’re leaving?” Jaune got up from his chair and turned towards the exiting man. “B-but I…I don’t even know what I’m doing here?”
Roman didn’t even bother to turn around as he stopped just before the doorway back towards the club. “You’re doing your job, kid. And it’s probably going to be the most defining job you’ll ever have in your life. Do it diligently, do it well, and I promise you that all your dreams will come true.” He turned his head to strike a cunning smirk, only to take one look at Jaune and grimace. “Gods, just looking at you make my face hurt. Girls, do the poor boy a favour and get that Aura of his unlocked already.”
“Leave it to us,” the twin girls said simultaneously.
And with a smirk and a tip of his hat, the man known as Roman Torchwick swaggered his way through the swinging doors and out of sight. He was quickly followed by Junior and Neo, the latter still shepherding the former around with a sword to his back, though she did take the time to quickly turn her head towards Jaune and blow him a kiss before the doors closed behind them.
That just left Jaune standing alone in that dimly lit room with the twins. With all that had happened in the last few minutes, Jaune never really got a decent look at the before. He was familiar with identical twins, being the sibling of a pair of them himself, so the fact that the same face was staring at him from two different directions didn’t unnerve him at all. Unlike his sisters who really leaned into their familiarity save for how they styled their ponytails, these twins almost seemed repelled by the idea. Different hair, different clothing styles, the only real similarity was their makeup. That, and their overall demeanour.
“W-well I suppose I should introduce myself,” Jaune stuttered as the two women drew closer. He knew their names were Miltia and Melanie, but he wasn’t sure which was which. “The name’s Jau-”
“This’ll go easier if you don’t talk,” said the one in red.
“Less distracting for us,” the one in white followed with.
Jaune swallowed nervously as he was now flanked either side by the two women, each looking at him with a hard to read expression.
“You go heart,” said the one in red as she extended her arm.
“You go head,” the one in white countered as she too reached out towards Jaune.
“Um…” Jaune mumbled as he felt a pair of hands settle on his body. One placed firmly against his left pec, the other cradling his jawline. A strange warmth was beginning to emanate from the two spots as he flicked his eyes side to side to see the two women suddenly encased in a green glow.
In perfect unison, they began to chant.
“For it is in our desires that we achieve ascendancy. Through this, we become a beacon of prestige and glory and raise ourselves above all. Infinite in greatness and unshackled from commonality, we release your soul, and by our shoulders, embrace thee.”
Jaune was left dumbfounded throughout the ceremony, both from the almost magical timbre that infused the girls’ words, as well as the warm glow that began to encase his entire body as they continued to speak. And as the final words were said, both girls suddenly pulled away and staggered back. Time seemed to slow down for Jaune as suddenly his body reacted, and with a speed never known to him before, he managed to dart an arm out to both of their falling bodies and scoop them back towards him as he kept them held up by cradling them around the shoulders.
Jaune cast a concerned look that flickered back and forth between the two girls, their faces looking somewhat strained and pallid. “Are…are you two alright?”
At once the two gripped at Jaune’s shoulders and pulled themselves away to stand on their own feet. They both faltered nearly in unison, and fell back into Jaune’s embrace.
“Took a little more out of us than we expected,” said the girl in white.
The girl in red nodded along as she grimaced lightly and wiped a few beads of sweat away. “We had to use our Auras to hook onto yours and draw it out.”
The one in white repeated the action as she continued. “The bigger the Aura, the bigger the hook, the harder the pull.”
“And you have a big Aura.”
“A damn big Aura. Sucked us both nearly dry.”
“Our own Aura reserves are naturally kind of small, easier when we do it together.”
“But now you got your own Aura going.”
Jaune blinked. “My…my own?” It was then that he finally looked down between the two women to see his own body encased in light. Not a verdant green as he had seen before during the chant, but now a brilliant golden hue. Jaune couldn’t help but smile. Whatever pain he had felt from his injuries was gone; no throbbing headache, no stinging cheek or lip, only a warm feeling of being bathed in light. “My own Aura,” he remarked.
The girls shifted in Jaune’s arms and at the same time, placed a hand on his chest and smiled warmly up at him.
“Congratulations, Jaune,” said the woman in red. “I’m Miltia by the way.”
“And I’m Melanie,” said the one in white. “Nice to meet you.”
Jaune returned the warm smile back, only for it to fall instantly as he realised he was currently cradling two gorgeous women in either arm, both of whom were smiling prettily up at him.
“Oh come on!” Jaune cried out as he pulled away from the two and brought his hands down to cover his erection.
Miltia gave a low whistle. “Well I’ll be.”
Melanie chuckled amusingly. “Never had that happen before, maybe his semblance is popping boners.”
The two girls suddenly shared a look and nodded to each other.
“You go low,” said Melanie.
“You go high,” Miltia confirmed.
And with that the two darted towards Jaune. The blond boy was caught completely unguarded as blurs of red and white descended upon him. Melanie struck first, battering his arms and sending them heavenwards, only to yank Jaune’s hoody up from the bottom half-way up his arms, effectively pinning his limbs in place while blinding him. From there Jaune could only feel as a pair of hands gripped the waist of his jeans and yanked them down around his knees, effectively leaving him locked in place and completely naked from elbow to knees.
Even with his newfound Aura, Jaune was now completely immobilized and blinded. “Wait! Wh-what are you two doing?”
“Asset evaluation,” came the twin response.
Jaune could hear the clicking of heels as the two began to circle around him at a slow pace.
“Thoughts?” enquired one of them. In Jaune’s darkened world it was impossible to tell which was which.
“First and foremost, quite the impressive co*ck indeed. The rest however is…a little lacking.”
“Agreed. He has quite a pretty face as well, easy enough to sculpt with makeup. But we’re going to have to work on that body, especially that bony butt of his.” A resounding crack rang out as Jaune felt the sharp sting of an open hand swat his left cheek.
“Far too lean and scrawny. We need a real beefcake with a man’s ass to go with that amazing co*ck. I suggest a measured diet coupled with a strict exercise regimen.”
“Also agreed. We’ll draft a meal plan later tonight. As for the training, we’ve got plenty of labour we’ll need to do to get the studio set up.”
“We’ve also been looking for a new sparring partner. We may not be Beacon students ourselves, but we can certainly fight as good as any of them. And it would be nice to bring someone else up to our level. At least for the variety.”
“We do keep breaking Junior’s goons…”
“But for now, I believe we have a worthy addition to the company.”
“Shall we shake on it, sister?”
“We shall, sister.”
There was suddenly silence in Jaune’s world, and then there was light.
“Congratulations, Jaune,” said Miltia as she yanked his hoody back down to expose his face. “You’ve been accepted as a valued member of our upcoming enterprise.”
“Umm…thank you?” Jaune offered hesitantly as he felt his jeans being hiked up from behind. He fumbled with his fly to return himself to a modicum of decency before to the two women. “So…what happens now?”
His answer came in the form of a large broom being flung at him. With his Aura enhanced reflexes, the projectile was easily caught.
“What happens now is you get your scrawny ass to work,” said Melanie as she came up from behind Jaune and slapped him on his rear, this time the right cheek.
“We’ve still got an entire club of broken glass and twisted metal to clean,” Miltia added as she joined her sister. The two walked side by side as they made their way to the pair of doors that led back to the club. They took their places on either side as they pushed open the doors and turned expectantly towards Jaune. “Ready for your first day on the job?”
Jaune looked down at the wooden pole gripped firmly in his hand, then back up to the waiting twins. His gripped tightened, and his jaw clenched with determination. “Yeah, let’s do it.”
“Glad to have you on board,” the pair said in unison as their first ever employee joined them to head back into the club.
/~/ Later That Night /~/
The cool night air was a refreshing treat to the sore and tired face of Jaune Arc as he stepped out onto the streets of Vale. He yawned deeply and stretched his entire body, basking in the glow of the shattered moon of Remnant.
“This way, Jaune.” Miltia motioned for the boy to follow behind her and Melanie. “Lucky for you, our place is right next door.”
“Really cuts down on commute time,” joked Melanie, still in that deadpan expression she and her sister shared. “And since we work the club, it’s always quiet when sleep during the day.”
“Not that we’ll be getting much sleep while we set our establishment up,” Miltia countered as they passed the alley way between buildings.
“True,” Melanie replied, holding her chin in thought. “We’ve quite the six months ahead of us. Nothing the two of us can’t handle though, dear sister.”
“Nothing indeed, dear sister,” Miltia concluded. And with that, the two came to a stop beside huge roller door obviously more suited for an entire truck rather than a person. “Jaune, do be a dear and get the door for us, would you?”
Jaune suppressed a further question, too tired at this point, and did as instructed. He kneeled down to gain a grip on the two handholds near ground level and lifted the great roller shutter upwards as he stood. The inertia sent the door sliding all the way to the top, and with a heavy ‘thunk’ of a lighting switch being pulled, Jaune found himself standing before a huge, empty warehouse. It had to be at least three, no four, times the size of his parent’s house, backyard included, and as he squinted to see the back wall of the building, even more doors leading to what he could only assume was more building behind there. His eyes travelled up and up and up till eventually he had to crane his neck to see the ceiling.
“You coming?” Jaune turned his eyes away from the impressive sight to see the twin girls standing beside a large freight elevator, Miltia already inside while Melanie waited just outside of it, her hand held up to a large panel of multiple buttons and switches. “Or are you going to spend the rest of the night gawking like a country rube?”
Considering was in fact from the country, Jaune couldn’t help as his face flushed with embarrassment and he jogged his way over towards the elevator. Melanie pushed a button and Jaune could hear the mechanical thrum of machinery as the entry shutters were rolled down automatically. Next she cranked down a large switch handle and the warehouse was once again sunk into darkness, the only illumination was that around the elevator.
A hundred questions were on the verge of spilling out of Jaune’s mouth as he entered the large elevator, but for now he chose only one. “What is this place?”
“Originally it was used by the Kingdom of Vale during construction of the city, and had multiple storeys until it was gutted by a huge fire. All the wooden interior got destroyed but the brickwork was fine, but by that time all the warehouses around here got decommissioned when the docks were complete. Junior’s family ended up buying this whole block and when the club was built, they restored this place a little to store the excess supplies for the club, as well as Mister Torchwick’s more…questionable assets,” explained Melanie as the elevator whirred to life and began to slowly rise.
Miltia continued on with the answer. “However, once we pitched our new business model and he agreed, everything has been moved to the warehouse on the other side of the club and we’ll be using this place for ourselves as a base of operations.”
“Not to mention it’s also our place of residence,” Melanie added on. The elevator came a to a jarring halt as the door began to slide open and the twins in perfect sync swept their arms dramatically towards it. “Speaking of…”
Jaune had been impressed by the warehouse so far, but at the end of the day it was just a really big empty space. This, this area however really took his breath away. For years now Jaune had fantasised on what living on his own would be like, to have a place that didn’t feel suffocated by a huge family. Don’t get him wrong, he loved them all deeply, but when Saphron got married and moved away to Argus, her empty room seemed like a palace, though his dreams of having it to himself were laughed away by the rest of his siblings as they quickly descended upon the space like a pack of hyenas and claimed it as their own, leaving poor Jaune in the dust. Looking around this spacious two-storey loft apartment made Jaune realise just how small his aspirations had truly been.
Brickwork, iron and concrete all blended beautifully with the decor around the spacious apartment; studio lighting made the naturally cold materials seem warm and inviting, as did the dynamic colours from multiple paintings, rugs, couches and display cabinets. There was also quite a lot of houseplants dotted about the space, giving a much appreciated sense of life to the domicile. The only real spot of darkness Jaune could see came from the massive glass windows across the wall to his left, no doubt the face of the building as he could see the glittering streetlights of Vale’s industrial sector below and the glowing moon of Remnant above. He did spy heavy-looking red curtains on either side of the windows that could be pulled across for privacy.
The twin sisters soon joined by Jaune’s side, brimming with delight at the gobsmacked impression their abode gave the young man. Soon though their expressions fell as they returned to their usual demeanour.
“Kitchen’s to your right,” said Miltia, pointed to the fully decked-out corner of warm wood counters and shiny chrome appliances.
“Laundry’s just past it through that door.” Melanie added. She turned his attention towards the concrete stairway with chrome railings. “Second floor is all bedrooms. We got mine and Mil’s, and also two guest rooms.”
“Though I suppose one of them is your room now,” Miltia pointed out with a shrug. “Take whichever, they’re both the same. Personal bathroom too.”
Jaune whipped around to face the twins. “Wait, you want me to live here?!”
The two Malachite sisters glanced at each other before looking at Jaune with confused expressions. “Uh, duh.” They said in unison.
A flabbergasted Jaune grew very pink in the face as he staggered back. “B-but I don’t, I m-mean I can’t j-just…I’ve never even lived away f-from ho-”
And at that, Jaune suddenly went very still as all the colour drained from his face.
Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew his Scroll and opened it.
What ever little life remained in Jaune’s face was sapped away, leaving the poor boy as white as a sheet.
“Oh sh*t, oh sh*t oh sh*t oh sh*t oh sh*t oh sh*t oh f*ck!” Jaune continued to ramble as he began to hyper-ventilate, his eyes wildly fixed on his Scroll gripped tightly in both hands.
Curiosity took over the twins as they stepped forward and looked at Jaune’s open Scroll.
“Thirty-five missed calls,” noted Melanie.
“All from Mum and Dad,” Miltia observed.
“I had it on silent this entire time!” Jaune exclaimed. “Oh sh*t, I am going to be so dead when I tell them what happened.” He hunched over and began hastily tapping away on his Scroll’s screen only to suddenly stop and turn towards the twins with a terrified expression. “Wait, I can’t tell them what happened! That Torchwick guy will kill me! And then Neo will probably kill me after that! And then my parents will definitely kill me after that! What do I tell them?!”
“Oh, that’s easy,” Melanie offered with a shrug. “Just tell them the truth.”
“Say that you utterly failed at getting into Beacon,” Miltia further supplied with a matching gesture.
“Absolutely miserably. But then when you were on your way back, a pair of stunning.”
“Charming.”
“Scintillating.”
“Drop-dead gorgeous women took pity on you and offered you a position in their business. An offer you would have been a complete idiot to refuse.”
“Just an absolute dullard to deny this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
“An opportunity that unfortunately means you’ll have to extend your stay in Vale for the foreseeable future, but that all housing and living concerns are taken care of and they don’t have to worry about their precious little boy.”
A little colour returned to Jaune’s face in the form a slight rosy blush. “That…that actually sounds like something they’ll believe. And dad has been nagging me lately to get a real job… Alright! I’ll call them right now and tell them that.”
The twins made a shooing motion towards the staircase.
“Go do it from what ever room you pick out, ours have our names on them,” said Melanie. And as she and her sister watched Jaune disappear, Mel made her way towards the kitchen and opened the fridge. She glanced at the contents for a few seconds before grimacing and slamming the door shut. “Yeah, no.” And with that she left the kitchen and flopped down on the nearby couch next to her equally exhausted twin.
“Completely empty?” enquired Miltia.
“Yup,” said Melanie. She pulled out her scroll and began typing away. “Pizza and beers?”
“Pizza and beers,” Miltia confirmed, now with an arm draped over her eyes. She gave a mighty sigh before continuing. “Give our stud one last taste of the good life before we put him on boiled chicken and brown rice for the foreseeable future. I’m too tired to be a slavedriver tonight. That’s a job for tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” Melanie nodded in agreement as she continued to type. “We’ll have to toast on it again when the beers are, but here’s to opening our very own business in six months, dear sister.”
“In six months.” Miltia mimed clinking her imaginary drink. “Let the countdown begin.”
/~/ 5 Months, 29 Days till Opening /~/
“Alright, Jaune,” began Melanie. As it was early morning, She and Miltia had switched from their usual club outfits into simple pyjama wear: loose tartan patterned pants (red and black for Miltia, white and black for Melanie) and oversized grey shirts. They were currently standing either side of their television, the holographic monitor between the two girls filled with dot points and various charts. “Since you’re now an official member of our business, it’s time to start your orientation.”
A confused looking Jaune sat straight-backed on the couch before the pair. He was still dressed in his jeans and hoodie from yesterday, though they had been washed since last night. Luckily this wouldn’t be a recurring issue as the twins had promised to supply him with a completely new wardrobe after morning business was concluded. “Okay, I’m ready to learn all I can about the p*rn business.”
The twins shared a grimace.
“First off, don’t call it p*rn, that makes what we do sound vulgar and disgusting” Melanie chastised. “We are in the ‘Adult Entertainment’ business.”
“We’ll also accept erotica,” Miltia chimed in.
Melanie nodded in agreement. “Moving on.” She gestured to the screen beside her and moved to the next slide with a flick of her Scroll. “While certain aspects of our company are multi-faceted, our main goal is to produce erotic films. With that in mind, the first phase of our operation was sourcing scene locations.”
“Luckily that was not much of an issue and was sorted before you joined,” continued Miltia. “As you saw, we’ve certainly enough space here for multiple filming sets to be created. Over the next six months we will be creating several set pieces, most of them generic and easily modifiable for a vast array of scenarios. Following along so far?”
After a brief nod from Jaune, Melanie continued. “For the most part we’ll be offering these sets to various companies around Vale as an affordable place to shoot advertisem*nts, television show scenes, maybe even the occasional cosplay photoshoot. Thankfully we have most of the materials on order as well as a construction company to build these set pieces.”
At this part, the girls gave a deep sigh.
“The unfortunate problem is that the costs that came with this drained most of the money Mister Torchwick provided us. Not giving us much left over to entice any professional actors away from already well-established production companies.” said Miltia. “Lucky for us though, a dumb, big-dicked opportunity came flying through our door just the other day.”
“I really should have read that contract before signing,” Jaune lamented.
Melanie huffed with amusem*nt, a ghost of a smile on her face. “The true brilliance of our operation though is the fact that only a few minutes flight on Bullhead from here, there exists a veritable goldmine of talent and opportunity.”
“Beacon Academy,” Miltia emphasized with a wave of her fingers in the general direction of the school. “More specifically, its female student body.”
The confused puppy-dog head tilt Jaune was currently displaying to the twins they had just lost the poor boy.
Thankfully Melanie was there to explain. “Think of it like this: In six months when next year’s first semester begins, you’re going to have an entire school brimming with incredibly horny, barely legal schoolgirls constantly surrounded by the hottest people on the planet all jammed together in the most sexually-repressed setting known to human and faunus kind.”
“Wouldn’t they just…bang each other?” Jaune proposed.
“One would think,” Miltia countered. “But consider it from their perspective: School is difficult and cliquey enough, but as soon as word gets out in that vicious rumour-mill that you and another classmate f*cked, sooner than later the entire school’s gonna find out and it’s going to stick with you then entire rest of your life there. It wouldn’t be as bad if you’re dating that person, but Huntsmen and Huntresses are learning to go toe-to-toe with Grimm on a regular basis, you don’t want to spend the precious time you have on Remnant settling for the first thing that comes around, you want to live life to the fullest!”
Melanie continued the argument. “The only other real option is that they head down to Vale and go hook up with a nice boy or girl or even a sugar-daddy, we’re not judgy. The point is, once you’ve got your Aura unlocked and a decent bit of training, normal people kind of become like paper dolls. Play too rough with them and they’re gonna break. And yes, you can try and be careful mid-f*ckery, but you’re either not going to get any satisfaction or you’re going to slip up and rip someone’s dick clean off!”
At that imagery, Jaune winced and put his hands down by his own dick.
Once again the twins traded off as Miltia took over explanations. “That’s where we come in; or more importantly, you. You who is an outsider to the ruthless gossip circles of Beacon, as well as having an unlocked Aura. In return for participating in our productions, those girls will not only get to enjoy what ever scenario or wet dream roleplay that gets them off, they’ll also be able to f*ck themselves silly on that monster co*ck of yours without any worry of it haunting their social status at Beacon or any emergency medical bills from a ripped-off dick!”
Jaune winced even harder. “Can you two please stop saying that. I am begging you!”
This made the girls laugh, much to Jaune’s chagrin.
“Any questions so far?” asked Melanie.
Jaune nodded. “Yeah. I mean if you’re offering them to be in our movies, won’t someone at Beacon eventually watch it and see them acting in it?”
Miltia squealed in delight at this in particular. “He did it! He asked the question!”
Melanie rolled her eyes, but her lips were curled in a smile. “Oh, alright. Go ahead, you big nerd.”
Miltia whipped her Scroll out and began furiously tapping away. Soon the holographic monitor of the television switched to a shaky shot of the apartment as Miltia began streaming her Scroll’s camera.
“This is what Mister Torchwick got from Atlas for us. Check it out!” And with that, she focused her camera’s lens on Jaune and gestured for the boy to look at himself.
“Woah!” Jaune couldn’t help but exclaim.
What was currently on the monitor was indeed Jaune Arc, but at the same time, not Jaune Arc. At least, not his face. Different chin, jawline, lips, nose, eyes, brow, everything!
“It’s a real-time facial modifier program!” explained Miltia. She panned around Jaune to get his face from multiple angles as the completely different face of television Jaune reacted and moved just as regular Jaune did. “Highly advanced A.I feature scrambler, I’ve even started playing around with it to let me custom mod certain features and aspects. It also has a voice modulator so we can make them sound however we want too!”
“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” said Melanie, causing her sister to pout and switch the streaming function off. “There you go, anonymity guaranteed one hundred percent. Anything else?”
Jaune almost raised his hands like he was still in school. “Uh…aren’t we going to need like, more people to do this? Like crew and stuff?”
Melanie hummed in annoyance a little. “Considering our…certain affiliates…we’re trying to keep the staff numbers as low as possible. Until we’re a reasonable established production house of course. That being said, I’ll be in charge of costume design and script writing.”
“And I’ll be in charge of photography, editing and directing,” added Miltia. “Seeing how I got all the brains.”
“While I got all the style,” Melanie countered back gruffly.
This caused the twin girls to glare at each other, leaving poor Jaune in the middle. This time he actually did raise his hand. “Umm…”
“Spit it out,” they barked in unison at him.
Jaune winced like he’d been struck. He pointed to the screen between the two girls with a shaky finger. “W-what…I-I mean you’ve left the name of the company there blank…What are we calling ourselves?”
Back in perfect sync, the twin sisters rolled their eyes and groaned. Miltia was the first to speak. “We’re still working on that part.”
“We can’t agree on a name,” Melanie added.
“We want a name to sound fancy and alluring.”
“We want it to sound like people can instantly know who we are.”
“Something that starts with the letter M,” they said in unison.
Jaune held his chin, deep in thought. “Hmm, I mean…we are doing all of the shooting here at your place. Why not just call it M’s Place?”
The two girls went from staring wide-eyed at Jaune to staring wide-eyed at each other.
“I think he’s on to something,” said Miltia.
“He’s wrong, but he’s not far off,” Melanie agreed.
“Palace is a fancier word than place…”
“Not M’s Palace Productions though, doesn’t roll off the tongue. It needs a bit more pomp…”
They snapped their fingers and said in unison: “Palace of M’s Productions! POMP!” And with that they burst into giddy laughter and drew together for a sisterly hug.
This time it was Jaune who ended up crossing his arms and sulking. “I mean, I helped a little…”
/~/ 5 Months, 28 Days till Opening /~/
It was a well-known fact that Jaune Arc absolutely detested going to the doctors. He shivered on the cheap, linoleum encased bedding he was currently sitting on, his bare ass exposed completely as he was wearing the thinnest of white patient robes. This wasn’t the doctors though, just the medical station at the back of Junior’s club, but it was very much a perfect replica of a doctor’s office.
It even had its very own doctor as Miltia paced around the room in a lab coat and plain dress, her short hair pulled up in a messy bun while she stared down at a clipboard.
“Well that’s most of your personal information gathered,” said the girl, her simple short heels clicking across the tiled floor. “Next on the list is a blood sample. Nurse Melanie?”
“On it,” came a voice from behind Jaune.
Followed by a cry of pain.
“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” chastised Melanie. She put the syringe of extracted blood down and gestured to the clothing currently worn by her sister and herself. “You’d think you’d be far too busy enjoying the outfits we put on just for you.”
Jaune turned away and grumbled. He wished he could enjoy the outfits, especially Melanie’s. One could call it a nurse’s outfit, but only by the longest stretch of the imagination. More like a stripper’s version of a nurses outfit: made from shiny, squeaky purple latex with thigh high boots, a mini-skirt and incredibly short tank top with ample cleavage shown, all topped off with a tiny nurse’s cap. It was a highly erotic testament to Melanie’s sewing and costume design skills.
Still, at least Jaune was spared any further embarrassment as his hatred for anything medical was able to overwrite any biological desire to have an erection.
“Alright, that’s enough teasing,” Miltia said, ticking off something on her clipboard. “Last thing on the list is sexual history. When was your last sexual encounter, Jaune? And it isn’t just vagin*l we’re after, anything oral or anal as well, giving or receiving.”
“Uhh…” Jaune mumbled before turning away shyly. “N-nothing yet…”
“Wait,” Melanie said through a tone of disbelief. “Jaune, are you…have you never…with anyone!?”
The deep red blush creeping up the boy’s neck and cheeks was all the answer to two needed. The shocked looks on their faces made Jaune think he was in for a round of viscous mockery or the scolding of a lifetime, only to quite bemused at the sight of the twins exclaiming with delight and high-fiving each other.
“This is fantastic news!” cried Melanie.
“Outstanding!” Miltia resounded. “This’ll save us weeks!”
“Whaaaat?” Jaune drawled out hesitantly.
The two girls turned towards their subject, glee still evident on their smirking faces. Jaune’s expression however was a mix of incomprehension and concern.
“Let me explain,” Melanie began. “I know it’s tough to imagine, but there’s a huge difference between real sex and performance sex.”
Miltia took over the explanation. “Real sex is fun and all, but is usually like watching two King Taijitus in a territory dispute, all flailing limbs and screaming.”
‘What kind of sex have you been having?’ Jaune couldn’t help but think.
“Performance sex on the other hand is meant to portray the illusion of real sex, but is far more aesthetically pleasing to watch. The bodies are always turned at just the right angle to the camera, the rhythm and pace is set at the most erotic tempo, moans and screams are just the right volume and consistency.”
“And the cum-shots are always epic!” Melanie interjected.
Miltia nodded in confirmation before turning back to Jaune. “What we’re getting at is that we can have you trained up on how to instinctively act out performance sex without any previous real sexual experience interfering with the process. You being completely clueless means we are saved the effort of training out bad habits in you.”
Jaune pouted. “I’m not completely clueless. I have watched p*rn before…”
“We can also probably use his virginity as a lure to hook in a client,” Melanie suggested. “There’s a lot of girls out there that’d probably prefer a sweet, innocent, pure boy like Jaune here to show them a good and respectable time.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “Or an absolute virgin-killer that gets off on collecting V-cards. Either way, it’s a good opportunity to get our foot in the door with Beacon’s student body.”
“Speaking of bodies…” The was a sharp hiss of pressurised air followed by a yelp from Jaune. Miltia set down what looked like staple gun on a nearby bench and turned back to Jaune, clipboard in hand. “And that’s the last procedure done for your check-up. Lollipop?”
“No I don’t want a lollipop!” Jaune shouted indignantly, right before snatching the treat out of the stoic woman’s hand. “What the hell was that just now?”
“Hunter’s chip,” Miltia replied. She gestured to Jaune’s bicep and the nice little line of scar his Aura had already healed over. “Standard fare for any incoming student at an academy. One hundred percent risk prevention of pregnancy or venereal disease, so long as both participants are chipped, of course.”
Jaune looked down at the little bump in his arm and wiped away the bead of blood hanging under it. “Wait, so I can’t have kids anymore?”
“Not until you disable it from your Scroll or have it removed,” said Melanie, reading from her own Scroll. “Oh, it also says that people may have an adverse reaction to the installation procedure. Symptoms may include light-headedness, nausea and-”
Jaune suddenly doubled over and heaved up the contents of his stomach down onto the tiled floor below. He looked up from the mess, his face a sickly green, before his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he passed out completely on the bench.
Miltia clucked her tongue in annoyance. “Nurse Melanie, get me twenty ccs of mop and bucket. He can clean up this mess when he comes to.”
/~/ 5 Months, 13 Days till Opening /~/
Jaune did his best to smooth down his fancy new black dress pants before heading into the now completely restored Junior’s club.
He felt nervous, as nervous as anyone on their first day on the job. Technically he was already two weeks into his new job, but this was the first day at his brand new position.
Junior, along with Melanie and Miltia who were beside him, turned around to greet the young man. “Well, well, look who finally showed up.”
“Hush,” said Miltia with a light backhanded slap to the towering man’s bicep. “He’s right on time.”
“And looking fabulous,” Melanie added with a smile. “He must have some genius in his life with impeccable style to get him all decked out like that.”
Jaune couldn’t help but chuckle and beam brightly at the rather self-serving compliment. Despite the girl’s self-aggrandising, Jaune couldn’t deny just how good Melanie’s choice in new work attire made him. Sleek black dress pants with a crisp white shirt were always a classic winner, but the dark blue vest and bowtie to finish off the look was what really set the outfit part. That, coupled with his slicked back blonde hair gave him the perfect look for such a swanky club. He also had a pair of black gloves stuffed into his pocket, but those would be for later.
“Yeah, yeah,” Junior grumbled. “But why’d you have to go and mess with my theme? Red and black, that’s the worker uniform. I get to wear the white only cause I’m the boss!”
“Well you’re not his boss,” Miltia explained with her usual deadpan expression. “We are, and the deal we agreed on is that from five to nine, this is our co*cktail lounge.”
“We’re certainly paying you enough to have it,” Melanie countered. “Not to mention the extra renovations we had installed.” She motioned to the private executive booth area that now dominated the right side of building, as well as the new main office area that was situated high above the rotating projection light array that encompassed the dance floor. “And you definitely didn’t have any objections to having free use of those.”
Junior could only grow red-faced at those undeniable accusations. “Y-yeah, well it’s still my bar! And it’s still my guys running it. Guys who I should mention are gonna be training up that punk of yours on how to sling drinks like a professional!”
“And we appreciate your help,” the twins said in unison once more. If there was ever a way to unnerve someone, it was the eerie way they could perfectly sync their speech.
Unnerved but still a proud gangster, Junior just threw his hands in the air and retreated with a huff back to his brand-new office.
An awkwardness hung in the air until the large man was completely out of sight. Once he was, the twins turned back to their newest employee and began to speak.
“We’ve explained this all to you before, so we’ll be brief,” began Miltia. “Like we said before, from five to nine, POMP will take over the club as a co*cktail lounge, we’ll be doing a variety of boutique drinks and co*cktails, accompanied by easy conversation music.”
“It’ll be another source of revenue for our company during times we’re not actively involved in movie production,” Melanie continued. She raised a finger and gave Jaune a smirk. “But the secret of this is that it will act as the perfect front to interview potential female leads for our movies.”
Miltia joined in the smirking as she gestured towards the recently constructed executive booth area. “The private suites we had constructed will double as our interview office on the day, allowing us total security away from the general public without raising any suspicion. It’s also where you come in, Jaune.”
Jaune swallowed nervously. He knew his role, but the pressure to perform was still intense.
“Your job during this time will be to act as a normal bartender; efficient, charming, not a total buffoon, all the usual stuff. But once the girl flashes you POMP logo on their Scroll, you’ll know they’re not here for the co*cktails.”
Melanie smiled wickedly. “Just the co*ck. At that time you’ll notify us and bring them to the lounge where you’ll continue your role as bartender while we hash out negotiations. Any other questions?”
Jaune shook his head. “No, seems simple enough.” She shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “Guess all I have to do now is learn to make drinks!”
Miltia offer the boy a reassuring smile. “Well if your drink skills can match your cooking skills, we’ll be just fine.” She made a shooing motion with her hand. “Alright, time for you to get practicing.”
With a quick nod, Jaune left the twins and made his way to the bar.
Melanie glanced sideways at the pensive look Miltia was exhibiting. “A lien for your thoughts, sister?”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Miltia replied. “Just the usual pre-plan jitters. Everything’s been running smoothly so far, I guess I’m just waiting for something to go awry.”
“You always were the more serious one,” Melanie said with a shake of her head. “Relax a little, everything’s going to just fi-”
*CRASH!!*
“Sorry!” came the cry of Jaune as the roaring cacophony of shattered glass finally came to a stop. “That’s on me, guys!”
“Take it out of his paycheck?” Melanie suggested.
“Take it out of his paycheck,” Miltia confirmed.
/~/ 4 Months, 5 Days till Opening /~/
“Oof!”
The wind was blown out of Jaune’s lungs as the hit he took sent him skidding back several meters across the rubber matted flooring of the exercise room. His bare arms ached from elbow to fingertips, the thick punching pads doing little to mitigate the damage.
“Good job, Jaune,” Melanie huffed as she continued to hop on the spot, keeping her rhythm going. She was currently dressed in normal gym wear, though to Jaune’s eyes, still quite erotic. Tight, black lycra leggings and a simple cotton T-shirt tied off around the side to expose her well-toned stomach. “First time one of my kicks hasn’t knocked you on your ass. Think fast though!”
Jaune turned just in time to see Miltia, dressed much the same as her twin, come dashing in and a series of rapid punches sent his way. Jaune did his best to hold his ground and let the punches harmlessly strike the padded mitts instead of his face. Those that he was too slow to catch with his hands were thankfully dodge with simple ducks and weaves. Unfortunately for him, just as he was starting to feel confident in his abilities, a flying Melanie entered his peripheral vision followed by a flash of blinding light as her kick sent him whipping across the floor and crashing into the brick wall. His aura flickered wildly before disintegrating into a million motes of light and fading away.
“You’re still leaving yourself exposed on your left,” Melanie noted as she flexed her leg. “But for now let’s take a break and let out recover your Aura a little before continuing.”
Miltia went to a nearby table and grabbed the three water bottles set there, passing one to her sister and tossing the other at the poor boy currently lying in a heap by the wall. “He’s getting faster at this,” she noted as she took a sip of water and wiped the sweat from her brow.
“And tougher too,” Melanie added as she too took a drink. She continued to kick her leg out a little and flex the muscles. “The first couple of times it was like kicking a bag of raw cookie dough, nowadays it’s like I’m trying to kick down a tree. The way he’s going, soon it’s going to feel like kicking iron.” She paused a little to consider the tiny flash of golden light that signalled the beginning recovery of Jaune’s Aura. “I saw that, Jaune. You’ve got until we finish our waters until we start smacking you around again. Better get your own in fast.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jaune grumbled as he began to unfurl from the foetal position and grabbed his personal water bottle. After these last two months, he was growing more and more comfortable with his two employers and their sad*stic training regimens. “Hey, can I ask you two a question?”
“No, we are not rescinding the ‘no fapping’ policy we put you on,” Miltia shot back. “Unless it’s splashing over or going up inside someone, that cum is our property and we’re not wasting a drop.”
“No, not that.” Jaune’s shoulders still sagged. “I mean that’s incredibly soul crushing to hear and I’m still a frustrated mess over it, but I wanted to ask you guys about Semblances?”
“What about them?” replied Melanie.
Jaune took a massive gulp of water before continuing. “Well, now that I’ve had Aura for a while, I was wondering when I’d eventually get my own.”
The twins looked at each other for second before turning back to the boy and shrugging. “Probably never.”
Jaune’s mouth fell open “Wh-what? Why not?”
“Semblances usually emanate initially in times of great stress,” Melanie explained. “You know, like almost drowning or when you’re about to be eviscerated by a Grimm.”
“Some people develop them naturally, but those are very rare.” Miltia added on. “Unless you’d like us to help you develop your semblance and chuck you into a pack of hungry Beowolves.”
Jaune paled at the thought. “N-no thanks…”
“Smart boy,” said Melanie as she sipped on her water. “Besides, most semblances are combat oriented. Kind of pointless in our line of work, wouldn’t you say?”
Jaune could only grumble under his breath, unable to come up with a reasonable counter. “Do either of you have a semblance?”
Melanie was as nonchalant as ever as she replied with, “Oh yeah, check it out.”
There was a brief flash of green light and suddenly the twins had switched places with one another.
“Woah!” Jaune couldn’t help but exclaim. “What was that!?”
Miltia was also equally as nonperturbed by the sudden teleportation as her sister. “We call it our Shuffle. Let’s us switch places with one another anytime and anywhere.”
“Mama always said we were like two halves of the same soul,” said Melanie. And with that the two Shuffled once more, returning to their original places. “It can be useful in a fight when we’re bouncing out another Aura user, but for the most part it’s just a fun party-trick.”
“It also has its limits,” Miltia continued to explain. “The further away we are, the more Aura it takes to do it.”
“That’s so cool!” Jaune said with wonderment. He stared down at his hand and watched his Aura bathe it in golden light. “I still wish I could find my own. But I guess I won’t get it by laying around on my ass all day.” With a grunt, Jaune got back up onto his feet and slipped the punching pads back on.
Melanie suddenly looked surprised. “Oh! That reminds me, I invited someone special to join our gym session today.”
Jaune’s arms fell to his side as his face was drained of all colour. “Oh no, don’t tell me it’s-”
The doors to the exercise room were blasted open to reveal Neo standing there in her very own set of pink lycra shorts and brown midriff T-shirt. She smiled that smile of sad*stic glee as she sprinted towards Jaune and delivering a spinning roundhouse kick to the boy’s side. The force of the kick was enough to send Jaune clean sailing through to the other side of the room where he landed with an almighty crash!
“Well if anything’s going to bring out Jaune’s semblance, it’s probably Neo,” Miltia concluded.
/~/ 3 Months, 12 Days till Opening /~/
“Happy birthday, dear Jaune, happy birthday to you!” The three girls burst into applause as they finished the song, Neo of course having just mouthed along with her silent voice.
Jaune was blushing madly as they sat around a table at Junior’s club and cheered for him. He had to admit, it was a little weird having his birthday at the same place he worked at every evening after helping with set construction during the day. Still, in terms of parties, there was no hotter place to be in Vale than at Junior’s. The place was in full swing, the dance floor packed tightly as DJ Deadb3ar pumped out the music. True, they could have used one of the quieter rooms in the exclusive suit area, but Jaune was feeling social and wanted to join in on the revelry with the rest of the patrons. Luckily though the little corner the four of them had tucked themselves away in was quiet enough as to not need to strain to hear.
Jaune’s musings were interrupted however by the girl’s insistence that Jaune blow out the candles of his cake. They clapped once more as Jaune heaved a mighty breath and extinguished the candles, and as one of Junior’s men collected the cake to take back to the kitchens and slice up, Neo reached under her chair and produced a pair of boxes, both quite flat but one the size of a footstool and the other as small as a wallet, wrapped with thick golden ribbon and finished with an elaborate bow on top.
“These are from all of us,” said Miltia with a wave of her hand as Neo set the boxes down in front of the birthday boy. “Even Junior chipped in, though he’d never admit to it.”
Jaune smiled and rolled his eyes. It had taken a couple of months of close working environment, but eventually Jaune’s natural charm had won over the gangster and was surprisingly a big ol’ teddy bear to Jaune as long as none of his men were around to see.
Melanie continued on. “Now we know you’ve been feeling a little left out lately since we started making your clean and polish our weapons, so we figured it’s time we got you your own specialised equipment.”
A feeling of elation like when thirteen-year-old Jaune discovered his father’s hidden p*rno stash blossomed in Jaune’s chest. He looked down to see Neo undoing the ribbon, allowing Jaune access to grip the lid and lift it up. His gleeful expression remained as he stared down into the sating lined box to see a disc of silver the size of a serving tray.
“It’s your own personal serving tray!” Miltia exclaimed as the three girls clapped along.
Well that certainly explained the size…
“But not just any serving tray,” the girl in red continued as she reached in and lifted the tray up. “It’s a very special serving tray.”
Jaune did note that it was at least three times the thickness of a regular serving tray as he watched Miltia reach up underneath and run her finger in a wide circle. There was a mechanical thrum as the tray suddenly began shifting its form, growing skinnier but wider at the same time. “See, it can even mechashift so you can carry even more drinks than usual. It’s also been outfitted with gravity dust so it makes everything you carry on them almost weightless. Show him, Neo.”
Neo got up off her seat and hopped up from a standing position straight onto the serving tray. Miltia had to wobble about a little at the sudden weight of Neo but she still managed to hold the girl up with a single hand. “Impressive, right?” she said as Neo leapt off and returned to her seat.
“Y-yeah.” It almost pained Jaune to keep his smile going and mask the absolutely crushing feeling in his heart. “Th-thank you all so…so much…”
“But don’t forget your other gift,” said Melanie as she presented the now unwrapped smaller box to Jaune.
Taking the container, a little hope reignited in Jaune’s heart. Only to be utter smothered by disappointment as he beheld the contents.
“We also got you new gloves!” announced the girl in white. “They’re really high-quality leather with a carbon-fibre nanoweave underlay. There practically indestructible. Try them on!”
Jaune had to admit, the shiny black gloves were incredibly comfortable to wear and flexed beautifully around his fingers. Still, his chest ached terribly with disappointment at what he thought he was receiving.
“Jaune?” Both girls said in unison. Even Neo shared their look of concern. “You look like you’re about to cry.”
Jaune sniffed loudly, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m just…so…happy…” he managed to choke out while his bottom lip quivered. “You’re all the…the best.”
Suddenly the three women and their looks of concern shifted into unmitigated delight as they all burst of laughter. Jaune could only watch on with absolute bewilderment at the sight of the three before him.
“Okay, okay, that was too mean,” laughed Miltia. She gave a final satisfied sigh before picking up the tray once more. “Here, Jaune.” Holding the tray flat palmed on its top and bottom, Miltia gave her hands a sharp twist and pulled away two perfectly segmented metal disks. She presented them outstretched to Jaune “Okay, now touch your thumb and pinkies together.”
Jaune, still dumbfounded, did as he instructed. Purple circuitry lit up the back of his gloves a strange hum rang out as the two metal disks whirled through the air and attached themselves to the back of Jaune’s hands with a strong magnetic force. “Woah,” he exclaimed, extending his arms out fully to get a good look at the strange contraptions.
“Now thumb and ring finger,” instructed Melanie.
And as Jaune followed along, the soft whirr of mechashifting component sounded out once more as the disks began to curve and elongate, leaving his hands and forearms covered by a pair of curved shields in a teardrop shape. The twin crescent moons that was the Arc family crest glowed with purple light to signify the gravity dust laden within.
“Neo said she did some digging to find your family crest,” Miltia said, reading along with Neo’s rapid signing. “She also said you’re far more suited to pure defence, seeing how you’re always hanging around with us and we’re-Hey!”
“Wow, rude,” Melanie huffed at the diminutive fighter.
Jaune experimented with his gloves a little more and made the shields compact back down into regular discs before magnetically uncoupling themselves from his hands. This time the tears were genuine as he returned his wonderful gifts to the larger box.
“Guys, I’m…thank you.” Jaune let his tears fall freely, he didn’t care who could see. “From the bottom of my heart.”
“You can thank us by enjoying the rest of your birthday with us,” said Melanie as Neo grabbed Jaune by the hand and started leading the little group to the dance floor.
“Besides,” Miltia added as she followed along. “Now that you’ve got those shields, we can finally start using our own weapons against you in training.”
“Wait, what!?”
/~/ 1 Month, 26 Days till Opening /~/
It was a rare day for Jaune Arc.
For the last several months, the young man’s days began with an early morning exercise routine, followed by several hours of set construction labour till late afternoon which was then proceeded by his bartending position during the club’s co*cktail bar hours before finally finishing up helping the twins as a back up enforcer during their night-job. If it wasn’t his Aura almost magically sustaining his body, Jaune would probably have been dead after a week.
And so, on this rare occasion that Jaune had the day free to do as he wished, he chose to spend it in a way that most teenage boys his age did.
In his room.
With the door closed.
Watching p*rn.
Unfortunately for Jaune, he was no average teenage boy. This p*rn wasn’t for entertainment or for satiating his carnal urges.
No, for Jaune Arc, this was homework.
He wasn’t watching to enjoy the erotic display of the two actors on his laptop, he was here to study them like specimens in a lab. He had to pay attention to the pretext; the subtle facial cues that expressed desire, the way they stood next to each other at a particular angle or length, the way they enunciated their lines to imply maximum stimulation. And as the actors moved into the sexual part of the movie, even the sex was becoming quite banal. But he continued on, scribbling notes done on a pad of paper next to him like he was prepping for a quiz.
Knowing the twins, there was very likely going to be a quiz later.
So when Jaune’s door suddenly opened, there was no mad scramble to hide the evidence of what was currently playing on his laptop screen. He simply pulled out his earbuds and looked up at his roommate and employer.
“Oh, you’re studying. Good job, Jaune,” said Miltia as she stood there at his doorway. A day off for the twins as well, the usually red-wearing sister was dressed in a simple pair of comfy looking black flannel pants and a green cotton T-shirt, perfect for a day of puttering around the house.
“Something you need?” Jaune inquired. He quickly looked down past the two people on his laptop f*cking each other with wild abandon to check the time. “I was going to start dinner in about an hour if that’s what you’re asking.”
Miltia shook her head. “No, nothing like that. I just need your help in my room for a second if you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, sure,” said Jaune, hopping up off his bed and following the short-haired girl into the hallway. “What’s the issue?”
“I’m just running a few diagnostics on the new drone cameras and I needed an extra hand,” Miltia replied as she opened her bedroom door and walked inside.
Jaune had been in both the twins rooms several times, mostly when he was doing laundry runs and needed to collect their bedsheets and usually whatever underwear had missed the laundry chute after being haphazardly thrown, so when he entered the technically minded half of the Malachite duo, the vast array of mechanical parts and tinkering equipment was of no great shock to the boy.
“Here we go.” Miltia leaned over her soldering station desk and procured a tiny little robot that fit in the palm of her hand. “So the flying chassis works perfectly fine with the new gravity dust mods, but I’ve yet to run the stabilising software and the feature scrambler A.I program at the same time.”
“Okay…” Jaune sounded out, a little confused by all of the technical jargon being thrown his way. “What did you need me to do again?”
“Nothing too complex,” replied Miltia. “I just need you to f*ck me.”
Jaune all but fell over as he stumbled back and trod on a loose hunk of metal. “WHAT!?”
“Well, not really.” Miltia just rolled her eyes as she threw the drone into the air. Immediately the little flying camera buzzed to life and began hovering by itself. Miltia crawled onto her queen-sized bed and stayed there propped on all fours. “But the program needs to be able to maintain the facial distortion consistency while both it and the actor are moving. So come up on the bed with me and we’ll go through several motions and positions and I’ll check to make sure the camera’s working correctly.”
Well, when put that way, Jaune was a little more amenable to the idea. “Okay, so…like this?” he asked as he got on the bed and shuffled up behind Miltia on his knees. Classic doggy-style position.
“Yep, perfect,” said Miltia as she checked her open scroll. “Live feed is looking good, program is holding steady. Going to start moving now.”
“Woah Nelly!” Jaune cried as suddenly the warm rear of Miltia lightly bumped up against his groin.
“We’re going for accuracy here, Jaune,” Miltia said in her usual deadpan tone, seemingly unperturbed in the slightest about the position the two bodies were current in. “Grab my hips and thrust gently.”
Scarlet bloomed across Jaune’s face and neck, but he did as instructed. Watching p*rn to the point of not finding it stimulating anymore was one thing, but actually performing a close rendition of the act itself was something new entirely. It took all his willpower to keep his co*ck from bursting out fully engorged.
“Check,” Miltia said simply as she swiped her finger across her Scroll. “Next position.” And with that she arced her back up and pressed it against Jaune’s chest.
Taking the cue, Jaune placed his hands just underneath her breasts as he continued to lightly thrust.
“Check,” Miltia repeated. “Next.”
And on it went for the next several minutes. If the following act wasn’t clear to Jaune, Miltia would simply say it and they would quickly assume the position. All the while Jaune was doing his best to maintain only a half-erection through sheer determination alone, but months of abstaining from any sexual release had left him quite repressed and force of will was simply not enough as soon he was at full-mast and now quite literally dry-humping his employer. The ever stoic Miltia seemed to have no issue with the boy’s predicament what so ever as her attention throughout this entire endeavour was focussed solely on her Scroll.
“And…check. Okay, Jaune that was the last position.”
“Oh thank the gods,” Jaune exclaimed as he rolled off of his roommate who was currently on her back.
“Yep, all I you to do now is give me a facial and we can call it a success.”
Jaune’s penis twitched. Jaune’s brain broke.
“I’m sorry,” Jaune began. “I think I had something crazy in my ear. What did you just say!?”
Miltia propped herself up on her shoulders and stared at the boy. “I said I need a facial. The program needs to be able to maintain scramble integrity even through various substances. And in our line of work, that’s almost always going to be sem*n.” She plopped back down on the bed. “I can’t use a substitute because the texture and consistency might be off and confuse the algorithm. Now would you please come over here and give me a facial like I asked?”
“I…what I…you can’t be…I mean…” Jaune continued to babble like an idiot.
“I will count to three, Jaune,” Miltia said in a voice like warning a misbehaving child.
“Alright, fine!” Jaune rolled his eyes and began sliding off his pants. Now in only a shirt, Jaune sidled up and set himself down to straddle Miltia’s chest. His full erection hung menacingly over the girls face.
“Thank you, Jaune. You may begin whenever.” And with that, Miltia turned her attention to her Scroll as Jaune grasped his co*ck in his right hand and began pumping.
The room was silent save for the sharp breaths Jaune was taking as well as the slight squeak of the mattress bedsprings. This continued on for quite sometime until eventually Miltia turned her gaze away from her Scroll and back up to Jaune.
“Jaune, the camera’s only got so much battery life,” She informed him. “Can you please hurry up?”
Jaune’s pumping ceased. “S-sorry, Miltia. I mean I find you attractive and all…b-but I can’t just seem to get myself over the edge, y’know?”
A deep sigh emanated from the girl pinned underneath him. “I suppose I should probably help out.” Hooking her arms around, Miltia was able to shimmy her shirt high up her chest and expose her breasts to Jaune.
They were perky and pale with rosy-pink areolas and nipples.
Jaune’s co*ck twitched at the sight. He began pumping his co*ck again.
“Come on, big boy,” said Miltia in her same deadpan manner. “Give me that hot, hot load all over my face. I’m a bad girl and I need to feel your ji*zz all over me.”
It was god-awful sexy talk, but damned if a months-long sexually frustrated Jaune wasn’t soon rutting through his hand like a bull in heat. His breaths were growing sharper and more rapid as he pumped his co*ck more and more vigorously until.
“sh*t,” he panted, gritting his teeth. “I’m gonna cum!”
“Give me a countdown please, Jaune,” said Miltia as she returned her gaze back to her Scroll. “I need to get this just right.”
“F-five,” Jaune counted. A bead of sweat rolled down into his right eye and he scrunched both eyes tight, though that did nothing to deter his focus as he leaned back and continued to stroke himself with increased rapidity. “Four…three…t-two…”
There was a flash of green light, and suddenly it wasn’t Miltia that was pinned under a furiously masturbating Jaune.
It was Melanie.
“What the fu-” was all the girl got out before her voice was drowned out by the primal bellow of Jaune as he released the biggest load of his life right on to her unsuspecting face.
It. Went. Everywhere.
A now totally exhausted Jaune wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm and heaved a mighty breath of fresh air into his oxygen starved lungs. Loosening the grip on his still fully-erect and madly-twitching co*ck, he then lowered himself to rest back down on his calves. It was only after a few more deep breaths did he finally look down at the absolutely cum-plastered face glaring hatefully before him.
“And check,” said Miltia as she leaned against the open doorway of her room. She snapped her Scroll shut and looked up at the boy. “Thanks for your help, Jaune. So what was for dinner again?”
/~/ 1 Day till Opening /~/
“Photos are ready,” Miltia announced as she made her way down the apartment stairs.
Jaune and Melanie were already situated in the living room area of the room, Melanie resting comfortably on the couch with her feet up while Jaune was sitting on a little stool in front of her with her feet on his lap as he was painting her nails.
Jaune gave a long, steady breath to blow dry the glittery black toenail before looking up at the rapidly approaching sister. “How do they look?”
“Turn around and I’ll show you,” said Miltia and she activated the television by her Scroll and began swiping away on her personal device.
Jaune shimmed around to see the holo-monitor light up and display a collage of photos.
They were all of Jaune himself, his now muscular and well-defined body in a choice selection of poses. Some in various costumes and uniforms, some in nothing but his underwear, and some of him completely nude and his sizable co*ck on clear display both flaccid and erect.
Melanie gave a satisfied grunt. “Now that is a certified, Grade-A hunk of man-meat right there.”
“Girls are going to come flocking to our site after we upload these,” said Miltia as she continued to scroll along the collage. “Website’s good to go as well. Tried it out several times myself and came across no issues whatsoever. Check it out.”
And with a flick of her Scroll’s screen, the television now displayed the Palace of M Production website, the four letters forming into a crown that was the company’s logo as well as the secret image that would let Jaune know of interested clients. Miltia absentmindedly began flicking through the several links to different spots on the site.
Something suddenly caught Jaune’s eyes as he watched along. “Woah woah, can you go back a screen, please.”
Miltia looked up from her Scroll and complied with the request. The television quickly displayed the bio-page of Jaune himself. Only there was a piece of information missing.
“Why isn’t my name here?” Jaune inquired. “You’ve left all the spaces blank.”
“Uhh, cause you haven’t given us your name yet,” replied Melanie.
Jaune narrowed his eyes at the accusation. “Pretty sure you guys know my name is Jaune Arc…”
Melanie rolled her own eyes at the retort. “Not your real name, you dingbat. Your stage name.”
“My…stage name?”
“Your stage name,” Miltia confirmed, “You know, the name you want displayed on all the movies in lieu of your real name. I mean, you can use your real name but that means everyone who sees it is going to know who you are in real life.”
Jaune paled as he suddenly envisioned his family stumbling across his name online and finding dozens and dozens of hardcore p*rnographic movies.
“Oh…sh*t…” Jaune turned wide eyed to the twins. “I need a stage name!”
“That’s really more of a ‘you’ problem, Jaune,” said Melanie as she withdrew her feet from his lap. “It has to be something you’re comfortable with and can take pride in as an actor.”
“Take pride in…” Jaune mused aloud. “W-well one of the very first notable men in my family’s history was Xander Arc. I’ve always thought that was a cool sounding name. Plus in Old Valean it meant hero or guardian.”
Miltia made a small sound of acknowledgement. “I can see you as a Xander, yeah. What about your last name though? It should be something easy and snappy, really rolls off the tongue.”
“Hmm,” Jaune pondered on this for a few minutes before turning towards the girls excitedly “I’ve got it! Lux. Xander Lux.”
“Oooh, clever,” said Melanie. “Starts and ends with an X.”
“And his initials will be X and L,” Miltia supplied. “A perfect reminder that…you know…you got a huge dick.”
Jaune laughed nervously. “Haha…yeah…I’m smart like that…”
He just thought the name sounded catchy.
“Alright, Xander Lux it is.” Miltia turned towards her Scroll. With a few taps, the blank spaces in Jaune’s profile were suddenly filled in with his new name.
Palace of M Productions Presents
“Wow,” Jaune remarked. “I can’t believe it’s finally all happening.”
Jaune Arc as
“We’ve done all we can,” Miltia confirmed. “All construction is finished, our sets are complete, and our website’s good for launch.”
“The only thing that’s left now is to reel in Beacon’s babes by the barrel full and let Jaune work his magic,” Melanie added. “With all the essential support of our expertise and sophisticated know-how of course.”
Xander Lux in…
Jaune stood triumphantly. “Ladies, let’s go make some movies.”
/xxx/ A Beacon Of Our Desires /xxx/
