Ranma Fanfiction: One Shot C

“I don’t know why you’re so nervous Akane, you look fucken hot to me?”

The red heads words made Akane blush badly, but she gave a smile for her fiancé standing nearby, his mother, Aunty Nodoka, adding some eyeliner to his feminine face.

Her eyes looked at a couple of the other strippers, mid way through changing outfits, one standing topless as she did her own makeup again, but that Ranma’s eyes were on her body. Admittedly she felt that her fake school skirt was up around her arm pits and the blouses open sides were about as covering as a soap suds, but his blue eyes still watched her.

”Good evening honoured clients, and please give a big thank you to Candy!” The voice muffled by the curtain from the back of the stage as the song trailed off out the front. Akane gave a nervous glance as a blonde westerner strode through that curtain, hands holding the paper slips of ‘House stripper dollars’ and a few items of clothing she had removed since the beginning of her song, a pair of tassels, a thong and a garterbelt full of more notes and some cash yen her only covering. Akane looked again at those blue eyes, before steeling herself and stepping onto the first step at the edge of the curtain.

“And now a new prize for the ‘Royal Blush’, a brand new star, please welcome, Ami-chan!”

Akane pushed herself through the curtain as her chosen song began to play.



”How much?!” Nabiki shrieked as her father and his useless fat freak freeloading friend blubbered. Kowtowing on the ground before the family, Gambling King, and the scam artist’s lawyer.

“Unless you can come up with the remaining money to pay off your debts to the Royal Blush and its subsidiary enterprises, we will prosecute the pair of them for fraud and seize family assets, starting with this residence.”

Akane and Kasumi were simply white, Nodoka was in shock, Nabiki was flicking through the paperwork the lawyer had handed them, while Ranma was trying to stare down the cocky gambler who had previously nearly taken the dojo off them all.

”You all lose,” the curly haired freak said with a smug grin.

”Excuse me, but I’m studying law right now,” Nabiki clarified, “and if you think you can bully us out of these stupid losses that these two fools made in your illegal back room gambling scams you are sorely…”

”Beware your accusations, Ms Tendo, if you think you have enough assets left to challenge my international law firm over a slander case you are the one who is out of her league. All these expenses, notarised by your Father and Mr Genma Saotome, are for expenses in clubs, no mention of any illegal gambling.”

”Legal action has been in progress since the 4th, and if all debts are not paid for by the 19th, or at least accepted repayment terms reached, the sale of assets to recoup outstanding debts shall be begun.”

With a bland smile, the lawyer gestured the Gambling King and both began to walk away, leaving Nabiki visibly shaking.

”Nabiki, is there any way we can make that kind of money by then?”

”No.” The middle sister had been blossoming since starting her first year of college and things had become more cordial between Ranma and his future sister in law, and in so he learned to read the previously enigmatic young woman better.

”There has to be something, Nabs?”

She held up the debt records. “See that number near the yen sign. The one as long as our phone number? That is how much they accumulated in debt. This number, that is a fifth the value of the land your Mom’s wrecked house is on but that’s what your father ‘tipped’ to a dancer called Candy.”

”I had a full house? I couldn’t lose!” Genma wailed, admitting to the real way he lost the family home.

“Saotome, I thought you bet that on a pair of twos when you thought that Gambling King was bluffing and they wouldn’t accept your son as a bet?”

”Silence!” Nabiki thundered, cowering the bickering men, both face down again. Her commanding voice continued, her arm pointing at the doorway that headed towards the dojo. “Get to the dojo Shrine and explain this to Mom?”

Watching them run out of sight, she turned to her sisters and Ranma. “They even timed it so we could never get a mortgage on this place in time to pay the debt. If we sell off everything, and if I drop out of college, maybe we can cut it close enough.”

”Nabiki no,” Kasumi said to the last option, “Maybe we can work off the debt?”

Nabiki huffed in frustration, frowning at Nodoka’s head nodding, her first movement since this began. ”Sis, that is a strip joint? Assuming that you could, is it worth losing Tofu over this? You’ve finally got him asking you out for dinner without freaking out.”

”What about my girl form?” Ranma said quietly, “Maybe we can do more photos or stuff?”

”Ranma, no,” both Nodoka and Akane said.

“Photo’s take time to spread into the market Ranma,” she said with a frown. “And assuming you could strip professionally, you think you can make that much money to pay this mess off? I doubt it.”

”If we…” Nodoka trailed off, “This is my husbands fault. We now have no home and you will lose yours. Ranma, if, could you use your curse such?”

”Hey, not the first time guys have drooled all over me. And it is only letting em see right. Bout time this curse does something good for me.” Ranma stated with an overly casual shrug.

”But what will people say?” Kasumi asked quietly.

“Like I care,” Ranma quipped, but his eyes turned to someone who he did care what they thought, his eyes holding a question and Akane finnaly nodded and hugged him. “And besides, maybe doing this will make Shampoo or Ukyo or Kodachi will think less of me and rack off.”

Nodoka turned to Nabiki, “I, when I was younger, I met Ranma’s father when his old master would attack the club in which I worked.” Ignoring the four sets of open jaws, the older woman continued.

”And even while Genma took Ranma away training I did a little hostess and helped teach some girls for working the stage. I can make Ranma a stripper among strippers, if they will let him work off the money.”



To a techno beat version of the Sailor Moon theme, Akane twisted on the stage in her white heels, hooking a leg around the golden pole and twirling her body around as the audience on stools directly around the dance stage hooted and howled encouragement. For a shivering moment she met the gaze of a brown eyed businessman and nearly froze, her muscles autopiloting onto a pose she had rehearsed and rehearsed with aunty, much like the animated character she was parodying.

’Just think of them as Ranma watching you,’ Nabiki’s advise echoing in her head, and out of the darkness near the bar, well beyond the stage lights in her eyes she thought she saw a flash of blue. Then another and another, her smile no longer forced as Ranma’s eyes watched her from every face in the crowd.



Nabiki watched Ranma on the pole they had installed in the dojo, the pretty red head lithely twisting acrobatically on the vertical bar, part ballerina, part monkey.

“They won’t go for it,” she stated simply to the collected group.

”Did you tell em I was…”

Whatever Ranma’s next claim was was cut off by Nabiki. ”They are happy for you to work their at normal rates Ranma, but for the debts, they made a counter offer, but we can’t do it.”

”What is it?” Kasumi asked from where she watched with Akane against the wall.

”Two girls to work off the debts, minimum, one from each family. Ranma would do the Saotome’s, but they want one of us too. And since Kasumi is finally got Tofu, and I can’t do it and ever be taken seriously as a lawyer. Like I said, it can’t be done.”

Akane stood up, “What about me?”

”No chance,” Ranma stated flatly.

”Why not? I’m getting annoyed with you always doing everything to protect me and our dojo.”

”Akane you’re my fiancée, and if anyone is going to look at you naked, it’s only gonna be me.”

The statement from the angry red head was only surprising to Akane, but she shook it off quickly. “Well sorry to disappoint, but Happosai has spied on me in the furo, Shinnosoku did too, and gods only knows what kind photos of me Kuno has.” A glare at her sister told everyone she thought at least one mortal here might know.

”Regardless, I won’t let you tell me what I can and can’t do anymore than I would Kuno. Now either we can do this together or all be kicked out together?”

Ranma frowned, matching her glare with his blue eyes. “Fine, you think you can do this? Prove it? Right here right now.”



The cute grin on Akane’s face recalled that first time she took off her clothes for her fiancé, using the very moves his mother had been showing him in training from her chequered past. She had left him trembling, little nipples under his shirt like twin rocks as the red head visibly panted.

Turning to the crowd, she bent over, dragging her hands down her long bare thighs, innocent white panties flashing under the skirt, the first move Aunty had taught her, focusing on her lower assets where she had top heavy Ranma-chan play to her strengths.

Twisting up she used her momentum to flip over in a handstand and over into the splits, her hands yanking her shirt open with a faint rip of Velcro under the buttons.

Pudgy fingers from a blue-eyed man reached into the light to tuck notes into the blue frilled garter on her thigh, her body doing as Nodoka instructed, leaning forward so what cleavage she had in her bikini top was maximized for the tipper, his hand following with more money she took in hand even as other hands reaching in from beyond the stage lights with more money.

Twisting to let her leg slowly sweep around with perfect control to match the perfect muscle tone, her garter getting more and more filled before she gauged it slowing, legs coming together, sheer power driving her up till a hand on gripped the golden pole and yanked her up in a little jump to get her tall heels under her feet again for just a second before leaping fully to the pole.

A mixture of moans and cheers accompanied as her legs spun around the pull, upright like a ‘V’ as it twirled slowly around so all could see it, then hooking back in time to a change in the music and locking them around the poll, rolling herself forward and stretching herself out as she hung, skirt flaring down to cover her bare stomach, as the crowd reacted again, hands waving paper at her.

So many blue eyes watching her.



”So here is the deal, you have to really blitz them today,” Nabiki said in a firm tone. “Roshi says that as long as you bring in as more tips combined as their best girl, they will keep you on till the debts are cleared.”

Akane nodded, glancing at Ranma as the pair sat at the table drinking tea. She wasn’t sure if Ranma knew her sister had probably learned that last night when she had dinner with the lawyer from the very club they were being forced to work at, but decided to keep it from him in case he went back to old habits of distrusting her elder sister.



A stretched arm during the dance hid her tucking a few slips of house money and yen notes into the hidden shelf above the lights, freeing her hands as she brought her legs together, bowing down the stage as she drew the white panties down her tanned legs, her short skirt providing what little cover as she kicked the underwear past her heels, twirling the garment around her finger with a seductive smile for her blue eyed patrons.

With a final twirl she palmed the underwear, twirling bodily while raising her arms, her skirt flaring to reveal the blue bikini thong that was her final covering even as she tucked the white panties in with her current takings. Returning to her best tipper, she dropped again in the splits, smiling and making eye contact with those blue eyes that seemed to be raking over her flesh no where near her face.

Watching the hands holding out money to her with peripheral vision, she took all she could or that didn’t reach her garter. Her hands ran through her dark hair, stroking down her face and over her neck and shoulders, going to the sides, on hand slipping the long string tucked around the side of her bikini top, the end of the knot at the middle of her back she held out to the stubby fingers of her best tipper.

With a demure smile she twisted on the stage, turning away, her own action pulling the string taunt, the knot at her back releasing. A faux shocked look back at the tipper, she closed one arm over her breasts, the other hand pulling the string till the client released it, her smile going from demure and embarrassed to sexy as she swung her legs around, gracefully getting to her feet without her hands, striding away from the crowd with purposeful swings of her hips that flared her skirt up exposing the bared cheeks of her ass.

Flicker her top into the curtain to collect after the show, she turned back, one arm her only defence against a club floor full of men gazing at her exposed breasts. The beat changed again to the sailor moon chorus and she obligingly took the pose of the fictional anime character, men hooting as her pert breasts bounced free in the air, her eyes seeing a sea of blue eyes looking back at her.