Deviline Vixen D1 Done

The corset tightens as your room mate, Teagan, does it up for you. You suck in a breath, a shallow one because thats all the bodice will allow, and check yourself in the mirror. You look stunning of course. What else would be expected by a dancer like you? Your usually small chest becomes larger as the contraption tightens, making you look hotter. The corset is made of lace, you don't mind it though, this is what you normally wear on a day to day basis. In the dim light provided by your window, your light brown hair shines as it hangs down your back in sexy ringlettes. Guys will definitely like it tonight. As Teagan ties up the last bit of it, she smiles at you in the mirror. "You look Devilishly hot" she says. You smile back at her. You wished that your room mate weren't so insecure about herself. Then the two of you would be able to work together as Pole dancers at the bar you work at most nights. You love your job though because you like being hot.

As you continue checking yourself out in the mirror, you notice how nicely the mini-skirt you're wearing compliments your longish legs. Accenting them and making them look amazing. Normally, you stand about 5'10" tall but in the heals you're planning on wearing tonight, you'll be closer to 6'. You can not only walk in heals but you prefer them to regular shoes because you like being super tall. Plus guys love girls with long legs. The only thing you don't want them seeing, which you hastily cover with make-up, is the long scar on your forehead from when you accidentally walked into a pole a few months before. How you'd managed to do that you didn't know.

You're on the search as you head out for the night. Your work is only five minutes away so you walk, your breath turns to mist in the cool autumn air. A few men check you out and you smile flirtatiously at them. You love their attention. One of them approaches you and slips you a piece of paper. Probably someone elses number that you'll never call. You open it to find what you suspected, some guys number scrawled hastily onto a small piece of crumpled up paper. You shove it in your corset and keep walking, your heals clacking rythmically on the ground. As you approach the bar you work at, your boss is outside waiting for you. "Deviline, quick, you've got visitors. your boss says. You nod and head inside. Sitting at the bar are two guys who are both in their mid-twenties and totally hot. You approach them, assuming these are your visitors. One of them, a tall guy with bleach blonde hair and dark brown eyes, turns and smiles. "Theres the dancer we've been waiting for" he says, prodding his buddy and pointing at you. "You gonna give us a show tonight?" he asks. You look at him flirtatiously and nod. "You want a private show?" you ask. He nods and you follow him into one of the private rooms.

Once the two of you are alone, you start to feel odd. You don't know why but you've never felt this before. Its a dizziness that you've never felt before. The guy sits on one of the couches and you see the pole in the center of the room. "Give me a good show and I'll pay well" the guys says, pointing to the pole. You approach the pole and rythmically begin to dance for him.

After fifteen minutes of dancing, you're feeling very dizzy. You don't know exactly why but you think it might have something to do with the guy sitting on the couch. "I'm sorry, I'll have to make this short, I'm not feeling so great" you say appologetically. The guy looks at you for a moment and notices that you're looking a little pale. You feel embarressed because you hate dissappointing people and you're afraid that this guy won't care about how your feeling. You've always been like that because you've had a few experiences like that. You hold your breath and wait for him to say something, your heart pounding."Sit, you might feel better." he says, offering you a spot beside him. You happily ablige but as you sit down, the world begins to spin. Whats going on? you wonder. "I'm really sorry, but I need to leave now. I'm really not feeling well." you say. The guys looks concerned, something you rarely ever see. "Its alright, if you want I can give you a ride home" he offers. You're about to refuse, not wanting to inconvenience him and feeling a little embaressed but think better of it. Its not very often that you meat someone who's this nice. "Thanks, I'll tell my boss I'm going home sick." you say, standing. It quickly becomes apparent that you can't stand and you feel a hand on your elbow steadying you. "Steady there. You wait here and I'll go tell your boss I'm taking you home because you're not feeling well. I'll be back in a moment." he says before disappearing into the gloom. You're alone. You don't like to be alone, it makes you feel insecure. Your head is pounding and you feel nausious. You begin to wonder whats happening to you. It scares you, the thought of getting sick because your sister died while she was sick. A terrible disease that she got somehow that not even the best doctors could cure. Since then, you've been afraid of getting sick.

Once he returns, he slowly guides you out back to where his car is parked. You get in and lean back against the headrest, your stomach queazy and your head pounding. As he pulls away from the bar he asks you for directions to your house and you give them to him. Within a few moments, you're home and he's guiding you towards your room. Teagan, in her pajamas, sees you and rushes over. "Deviline, are you alright? What did you do to her" She asks, jabbing her finger at the guy supporting you. "It's alright Teagan, I'm just not feeling well, he helped me get home tonight. Thank you by the way." you say, turning back to him. "Not a problem. Feel better" He says before leaving. Teagan helps you to your room and after settling you in bed, goes to make you some soup.

You sleep fitfully that night, the sickness keeping you awake most of the night. Sometime during your few hours of rest, images of your childhood start flashing through your mind; An image of you and your parents on your trip to the capitol when you were 8, your 16th birthday, how you'd met Teagan at school and you'd been friends ever since. A few times you even see your sister, Glitter, who died when you were 19 from some sort of sickness that not even the best doctors in Panem could cure. It had been a slow and painful death for her but she was in a better place now, at least you hoped she was.

You dream as you sleep fitfully. At first the dream is confusing but soon you realize that it is about your past and that it involves one of your closest friends, Shard. The two of you met when you were in elementary school and quickly became good friends, you secretly like him but you know that he sees you almost as a little sister that he never had. In the dream you are walking with him along a forested path that you've never seen before and his hand is pressed into yours. You hold his hand securely, afraid that if you let go, he'll disappear. You walk in silence for a few moments before suddenly, something attacks him from out of nowhere. You scream and wake up thrashing around. Teagan runs in. "Deviline, are you alright?" She asks. You nod. "Nightmare" is all you say before managing to fall back asleep.

Over the next few weeks, your health slowly deteriorates. You just keep getting sicker and sicker. Your muscles feel week, your body tired. Then, one day, a doctor comes to your house with the much needed cure. He injects it into your blood and within moments, you feel like yourself again. You smile at the doctor. "No dancing for the next week or so, at least until you're finished recovering. You're body, though healing, is still in rough shape." He says. "Thank you so much" you say. The doctor nods and leaves. You turn to Teagan, who's got a huge smile on her face.