The trash can: ULTINUM world
"Welcome back, young master."
"Drop the formalities."
Drake walked briskly past the maid and headed through the hallway to one of his rooms; the master bedroom. He walked to a bedside by the left and picked up the car key. He didn't have much time to consider the room. All he had on his mind was going to the strip club he bought.
He had just left earth and he didn't want to waste time. Amongst many other things he had to do, he should first figure out the business he would run there. Also, he needed to go resume the game too. What he didn't have time for was checking out his mansion. The mansion level two availed him.
He walked back into the well furnished sitting room, which had costly and beautiful chandeliers hanging down the ceiling.
"Are you heading out again, Master?"
The maid called as he made to get the door. He turned to her,
"Uhmm... what's your name?"
"Caidine."
She bowed. He nodded,
"I'll make something clear. I didn't buy this apartment to stay. I have a lot of things to do. In short, I didn't really come to manage the business too. I just want to check it out and maybe hire someone to manage it for me."
He paused then added,
"But I'm wondering, why don't I have a driver but have a maid?"
"I can't answer that, master. But the house across the street, the lady has a driver but no maid. That's probably how the package comes."
He thought for a while,
"Makes sense."
He turned back to the door but then hesitated again,
"I can't promise whether or not I'll return, just keep a watch over the house. Have a nice day."
He didn't wait for a reply. He slammed the door and walked into the compound. There was a large clear blue pool at the front of the Mansion.
He walked to the garage and it opened. There was a 2078 modeled car there, a flying car.
"At least this is better than that Lambo trash."
He entered and ignited the motion. He drove through the driving space and the gate opened before him. He drove into the express road. His eyes strayed to the building opposite his. He noticed a lady walking a dog out of the gate for legs.
She was a lady in her prime, quite mature. Thick, curvy, busty, and with booty. She was wearing a red armless gown which did justice to her features.
"Holy shit! I should stop and say hi."
He gulped, not taking his eyes off. But then something hit him. He shook his head roughly,
"No way I'm getting distracted this time. Those crazy elites must have intentionally placed us together so I can forget about the main thing. I'm not giving them the satisfaction."
But he couldn't cut his eyes off her as she walked in the other direction on the pedestrian interlocked route by the road.
"But there's no objection here. If I can find my way around her... she's a nice package. And she isn't that immature Chloe with pod head... that disheveled spawn."
He finally broke free of the odds and drove off. He instructed the map which guided him through the road. He wasn't really interested in what was happening around him, all he wanted was to get to the strip club.
"Who knows, if I get things done quickly, I could have enough time to return to Earth and continue the game. But I must see the club first."
He suddenly noticed some group of boys about his age doing a race. He loved running. He would had loved to stop and watch, but he knocked the thought off with,
"How could there even be something like this along an express road."
Since there was no traffic, it didn't take forever to get to the club.
"Take the left turn."
He did and drove through that less busy street for a while. As he drove deeper into the street, he began to notice tough guys hanging around the blocks, smoking and smooching. He could even see some making out behind a large truck parked by the street.
"How dumb."
He sneered then muttered,
"We must be getting closer."
The AI suddenly told him that they were there. He looked to his left at the shabby building which looked like a store,
"Are you kidding me? How can this be --"
"It's across the street. Wouldn't you ask a question, dumbass?!""
The AI lashed out words. Drake's jaw dropped,
"Woah... who this bitch?!"
"At least I'm a bitch. But aren't I better than you, virgin?"
"Me, a virgin? What sort of -- You know what, I can't have this conversation with you."
He stepped off the car and looked across the street. Twas quite an enormous building.
"Yea! Now that's what I'm talking about."
He crossed the road. He almost got it by a biker.
"Sucker."
He cussed, then straightened out his baggy pant. He walked to the front of the building,
DREYA'S
Was displaying in an electric sign board attached to the front of the building, above the sliding doors.
"How can a strip club have sliding doors?"
He scoffed but then remembered the important question,
"How do I explain to them that I own this place?"
He shrugged it off,
"Whatever."
He stepped closer and the door opened. He walked into a large empty hall, there were few people there.
"What's happening? Is this some sort of joke?"
He noticed a lady dressed in red panties and bras. He walked to her and tapped her from behind,
"Hey excuse me. Is this the strip cl--"
The lady turned around with a slap in his face. He moved back, startled.
"Fucker! How many times will y'all losers be told not to touch any of the ladies!!! I pray the new owner arrive sooner, he should call the cops on you."
She sneered and turned away. Drake touched his red cheek and let his hand slid off it, a smile in his face,
"Interesting."
A skinny youth walked to him. He was dressed in a white shirt which seemed to had been overused that it'd lost its quality. A black trouser and a red apron. He had an empty tray in his left hand...
"I'm sorry sir... she's the manager of the club. There have been men assaulting ladies a lot. She was only trying to protect herself."
"But that doesn't justify acting on impulse!!"
Drake was assertive. The boy bowed slowly,
"We're sorry?"
"We? Do you work here?"
He nodded.
"But why is everywhere empty. Did the former manager go bankrupt?"
The boy laughed suddenly shaking his head,
"Of course not. In short this is the biggest club in town. It's even amongst the top five in the entire state. And top hundred in the entire country."
"Then why is top five empty?"
The boy explained,
"This is just an open hall for people who can't afford going into the club. So, we occasionally come to serve some who place little orders."
"But what is she doing up --"
Drake didn't bother to ask the question. He said to the boy,
"Please take me to the main club."
"Right away."
He followed the boy to the end of the hall and was led through a staircase to the underground club.
"It's built underground?"
"It's for cautious purposes. Many influential folks come here."
"Really?"
Drake quizzed. The boy nodded and halted before two bouncers who stood by the main door.
"Let me in."
Drake ordered the men but one of them stretched his hand, saying coldly,
"Your card."
"My card?"
Drake repeated the words. The boy nodded,
"Yes, sir. You need a card to be let in."
"Of course I don't need a card. Do you know who I am?"
"Your card."
The bouncer asked again, more like a warning this time.
"You want me to show myself right? Why is it that humans always want you to show your power before they conform?"
Drake gloated. The bouncers didn't change their words,
"Your card."
The boy came on,
"Sir to save the stress just show your card."
"I do not need a card. How can the owner of a place need a card?"
The boy's eyes widened,
"You're the owner?"
Drake smiled,
"I didn't want to show myself. But now I have no choice. So, now you know, step aside."
But then the door opened from inside and the same lady from earlier stepped out. She yelled at the boy,
"Why are you still here, didn't I tell you to follow me and take orders?!"
The boy cowered before her. Then she noticed Drake,
"What's he doing here?"
"He said he's the owner of the club."
Drake stepped forward with a majestic gait,
"Now you see, you shouldn't had acted rashly earlier. What will you do now, grapple at my feet?"
"Take him away."
She ordered and one of the bouncers grabbed him like a grocery bag.
"Put me down now. You'll regret this. I'm the owner of the club!!"
"What owner?! Show me the paper of ownership!!"
"The paper..."
Drake muttered not sure of what else to say.
"Thought as much."
She sneered and yelled,
"Take him away!!!"
To the boy she said,
"And you, I'm taking off your salary. Sluggard! You're already pitiful enough... yet you keep showing pity."
"Let me go!!"
Drake yelled and kicked as he was carried out. He was dropped on the street.
"Come back here and apologize...!!!"
He barked but nothing happened, the bouncer had left.
"But what paper... where's the paper... did I really forgot the paper at -- oh shit."
He remembered suddenly and returned to the car. As soon as he stepped in,
"I knew it, douchebag."
The AI trolled.
"I don't have time for you, bitch. Why am I even talking to a bot? I should deal with that bitch first..."
He ignited the motion but then suddenly, he began to feel pain tingling in his head. At first he thought twas an aftereffect of the recent brawl. But then the pain became unbearable, traveling to his nape. It felt like he had been stabbed in the back of his neck. It felt like someone was strangling him...
"What's happening to me?"
He groaned, holding his head in pain... but then... he couldn't see anything again, his vision went blurry complementing the pain. Gloom.
When next he opened his eyes he was seating down. His vision was not strong yet.
"Hey you're back."
He heard the feminine voice at his front. His vision regained clarity. Standing before him was the blonde girl, Tendzel.
"You... wait... what are you -- how ??"
He didn't know which of the questions to ask her. She had a frown in her face as she said,
"I seriously and sincerely didn't want to do this, but I have no choice. You would have to forgive me..."
"Wait... what are you talking ab--"
She grabbed both his arms without warning. He couldn't choose his actions properly, he pushed her away. And while he realized what he had just done, a portal appeared not far from his couch and the three Judgement bots walked out.
"Player 1564243, eliminated."
The leader of the bots declared.
"No, no... no... please, no..."
Tears streamed down his eyes as he tried to roll away from the couch to run away from the bots. But the bots had zoomed to him. The leader had throttled him, hanging him in the air. But now, the leader had his head in between its titanium palms, putting pressure on Drake's skull. Drake struggled in vain. What could he do against such gigantic bot.
Drake knew what would follow that. But that wasn't what was on his mind. The picture painted in his mind was from yesterday
* * *
"Drake, I want to tell you something."
Chloe called at him. He dropped the package in his hand and walked towards the gate. He took caution when he was at the range where the gate could open itself. He pointed at her, barking,
"Get the fuck off my sight. Do I really have to hurt you before you realize that you're just a maniac!"
"Please just hear me out."
She said again. He shook his head and walked away,
"Bastard."
He stomped off.
* * *
Even though there was no guarantee that that was what she was going to tell him yesterday. Yet, he couldn't get it off his mind.
"Please."
He said weakly. That was all he could say. He could feel life dispersing.
He struggled to look at Tandzel again, at least to ask her a question... but he couldn't. The bot had squashed his head in its palms...