"Yeah baby, drink up~"
The music began to blend in with the surroundings. Everyone began to groove to the music. The weed, the drugs, and the drinks made their brains fluffy.
"Oh yeah~ that's the stuff. Mmph. Grind me harder, baby~"
Jamie's sorrows faded away. He lost track of time and before he knew it, he was on the stage dancing freaky like the rest of them there.
Jamie began to bump from one shoulder to another. Girls were throwing arms around him with grins on their faces. The smoke from all the weed was clouding the club at one point and even Jamie began to feel high.
The blonde girl bumped her ass against Jamie as she bent down with a wide grin.
"You want me to grind you, gloomy?"
Jamie smiled and grasped her by the butt. His head wasn't thinking straight.
His brain's turned to fluff. The guy began to rub the front of his pants against the girl's small shorts as she leaned against the wall.
"Ah~ ok you have to take me to the back now – please!" She moaned, rubbing her ass against him even harder.
Before Jamie knew it, he had been subconsciously participating in the craze of the club.
The way he danced around on the dance floor, he couldn't think of a single thing about the mission. The shots erased his memories. The puffs of weed and possibly the shots of the coke had drained away the remnants of his sanity.
It was past 11 pm when he snapped back to a sudden realization. However, when he came back to his senses, he was no longer on the dance floor.
He was sinking in a pool, face first, going down to the bottom.
His mouth opened in shock. The bubbles of air began to escape his lips. Instantly, he swam back to the edge of the pool and coughed out a handful of water as he reached the surface.
"Ha…" he breathed out.
His vision was blurry, but he could make out where he was just by looking at the surroundings.
Half the people had passed out there. A stunning girl probably in her 20s was riding a fat man on a deck chair by the pool.
Jamie gazed at the woman and had a smile from the corner of his lips.
"Of course it's expensive. It's a goddamn public sex hotel," he whispered to himself.
Jamie raised himself to the edge of the pool and took a seat there. His blurry vision returned to normal. Finally, he could see what had happened.
A floating swimming pool lounger was in the middle of the wasted pool. Cigar buds, beer cans, and panties were floating around.
'So I fell from there?' He pondered.
And on the other side of the pool was the blonde girl with only her bra on to cover her breasts. She was fast asleep with no panties on, her clit right in the open.
Faint glints of memory came back to his mind.
She clearly led him to this place.
"Fuck… never drink on the job," Jamie shook his head in disappointment, rubbing his temples.
His head wasn't in the right place and a high-grade vampire was in the club with him. He had to go back to the job before he lost sight of the vampire.
Jamie's fingers slowly ran across his neck to feel the vanadium necklace hung around his neck. But his fingertips touched nothing but his own skin.
"What…?" He pulled back the neck of his shirt, gazing inside.
There was no necklace there.
He shook his head, gritting his teeth. Now, finding that necklace would take a million years. "Why the fuck did I drink on the job?"
He buried his face in his hands, lowering his head.
"You fuckin' idiot."
Jamie's heart sank. The memories of Uncle Jimmy flooded his mind. If he was there, he would sit beside him, lay a gentle hand on his shoulder, and whisper in his ear the same words he muttered to himself right now.
The exact same words.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching him. Boots clicking on the smooth tile.
Yet, he didn't turn. He didn't want to.
"Hey, gorgeous." Another seductive voice came to his ear from behind.
Jamie removed the hands from his face, revealing an uneven expression.
"Not again. I just had sex with a whore. Maybe in the morning," he said.
A chuckle escaped the woman's lips. She crouched down beside Jamie and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. Jamie still didn't turn to face the woman even then.
She slowly leaned close to Jamie's ear and whispered, "Turn to look at me once and you'll feel like a fuckin' idiot to let this chance slide."
The seductiveness in her voice. Her aggression. He wasn't tempted by her words alone. But there was something about her energy that turned his head to face the woman.
She had silver hair and dark eyes with an ethereal beauty on her face. Dark earrings hung around her earlobe. Dark lipstick adored her soft lips. She wore a dark leather jacket with thick leather pants, easy to allure any man's eyes to her figure.
Jamie narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"
The strange woman chuckled, closing her eyes. She stood back up and removed her boots.
"Now you're talking. Like a real man should," she boasted.
After removing her boots and revealing her pale-looking feet, she sat right beside Jamie, sinking her naked feet into the pool water.
"Mmmm… warm." She bit her lip.
Jamie was left confused. He didn't have an answer to his question.
"Woman. Who are you?"
Her dark eyes shifted to Jamie's face.
"Vanessa. And I was the woman who was about to rescue you when you were going to drown and die in the damn pool. But apparently, you're stronger than you look. You swam out of that one on your own."
Jamie chuckled. "OK then, Vanessa. What exactly do you want?"
She smiled, looking at the young man straight in his eyes.
"Well, I see a young man like you in the club. Do you know the first thing that comes to my mind?"
Jamie raised his eyebrow. "I just met you. I don't know shit about you."
She chuckled. "You could have guessed. But I won't keep you waiting now. The first thought that runs across my mind is that 'I want to fuck his brains out until he explodes in my stomach.'"
Jamie chuckled again. "I just filled her up," he pointed at the blonde girl lying on the lounge chair. "And I'm not really in the mood, Vanessa."
She smiled at Jamie again. Then, she sent her hand back and pulled a small bottle from her waist.
"Here. This will get us both in the mood. Don't you think?"
Jamie gazed at the bottle. "I just fuckin' messed up because of that shit. And you want me to take it again?"
She shook her head. "Jeez, young man. You're pretty tolerant of gorgeous-looking women, aren't you?"
Vanessa suddenly dropped the bottle down to the pool.
Jamie was surprised to see such an expensive bottle just being thrown straight into the water. However, that wasn't the case.
Vanessa caught the bottle between her toes and raised her legs above the pool. She rested them on Jamie's lap. With her right foot, she began to unscrew the bottle.
Her smooth legs were straight on top of Jamie's pants now. It was hard to not get hard for that.
Vanessa pulled off the lid from her toes and raised her foot high toward Jamie's mouth. "Are you going to say no now? Or are you going to drink?"
One of the hottest women Jamie had ever seen was right in front of his eyes, holding a bottle of "Cloud," one of the most expensive alcohols in the world, with her bare feet. He didn't say a word.
He simply opened his mouth.
Vanessa giggled.