Mizuyuki's Point Of View
"Well Yuki if curiosity gets the best of you at any point I'll let you go over there with Todd. Nothing will happen to you. Stephen knows not to fuck with me or my people, and like I said he's a pretty decent guy. He's just known as the Devil in the sack." Myah said, with a wickedly reassuring laugh.
I wasn't sure I was brave enough to face that man. I doubted I'd ever be ready to face that man and his aura. I timidly turned to look at Todd, who flashed a devilish smile while flapping his suit jacket revealing his 2 holstered Beretta 92X's.
On some level that should have scared me more, but after being around Myah and her henchmen for 4 years, and relying on them to save me on more than one occasion, it was more comforting than anything.
"Well no use fretting over scaredy cat over there, let's take some shots!" Myah yelled, laughing hard.
She flagged down a male server and ordered a bottle of Maker's Mark and Louis VIII. While I didn't have a low tolerance for alcohol, just hearing her order those two bottles told me she didn't plan on walking out of here unassisted tonight.
'Ever the party girl I see...'
While I could never judge her for her crazy life choices, I definitely felt bad for her poor liver. The least I could do was make sure she didn't drink too much alone. The server returned with 4 shot glasses and two very expensive looking whiskey glasses.
"Ooh Vayu Japanese Crystal glasses? You guys sure know how to please a girl don't you?" Myah exclaimed, picking up the glass.
"We aim to please you always, M'lady." The server replied with a dutiful smile.
She dug through her purse and pulled out a $50 dollar bill and blatantly tucked it in his left back pocket, groping his ass in the process. I could do nothing but place my palm on my forehead.
Quickly remembering the question I was about to ask, before the obvious sexual harassment, I looked up at the server not wanting to ask but knowing I had to, to avoid doing it later.
"Um excuse me sir," I called out to him before he could walk away, "Is there any way we could get a small bucket of ice as well?"
"Certainly I shall return promptly." He replied while walking off.
I turned to Myah who is humming to herself while pouring shots.
"Is there a need to sexually assault the employees here?" I asked, ready to scold her for her shameful behavior.
"Hmm? There's no need to worry about any of that. The servers that work here are also here for your pleasure. Most of whom will probably be going home with patrons tonight anyways. And that was my covert way of telling him I was interested in taking him home and since he did not return the money, it means he does not mind coming with me." She replied, downing her first shot of the evening, while passing me a shot as well.
'Hmmm...isn't that basically prostitution though??'
I took the offered shot then inadvertently shivered.
Sigh... 'he's staring at me again...'
Seriously his gaze was so heavy, that I could perceive it without even looking in his direction. I quickly downed the shot of Louis VIII, the smooth burn calming my body and mind at the same time.
The server returned with a black insulated ice bucket with perfectly rounded balls of ice the size of golf balls, adding a "Please enjoy your evening." before walking away.
'I was right, this world is too batshit crazy for me to understand.'
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Stephen's Point Of View
Stephen had been watching Myah and the man throw back shot after shot. Soon Myah was in her element inviting men to drink with her as well.
However, it seemed that the more her friend drank the sadder he looked. Soon, the Louis VIII was gone and only the Maker's Mark was left.
Stephen had to hand it to the guy, he could definitely handle his liquor. He had helped down nearly half the bottle, and was steady pouring the whiskey into a glass calmly. All the while looking more and more on the verge of crying
Stephen summoned up his nerve to approach him.
He had been holding back because he had been caught staring on multiple occasions, and then suddenly transfixed by his gaze, he couldn't will his body to move. Like all the blood that was supposed to circulate his limbs to help him move, had rushed between his thighs and only moved one muscle.
Running his hand through his hair he took in a calming breath and stood. As soon as he moved to stand he could feel the man's eyes on him.
He shifted his stance and moved towards the bar to grab a glass of whiskey himself. He couldn't feel the man's eyes on him anymore so he waited a bit longer and then slowly approached their booth.
"Cheer up Yuki, she didn't deserve you. Also stop looking like you want to die! Otherwise I'll break our friendship code and make you my pet!" He heard Myah yell with a fierce look in her eyes.
Of all the women who frequent this club she was one to be truly feared. She was treated as an Heiress even among the staff and regulars. Even Stephen stuttered his steps upon seeing the look in her serious eyes.
Try as she might though, it didn't seem to phase her friend at all. Stephen locked eyes with Myah, and for a moment he thought he saw a small mischievous glint in her eyes.
Then with the most exaggerated draw she looked up in feigned surprise and said, "STEPHEN! C'mere I gotta introduce you to my best friend in the entire world!" While patting the spot to her left.
With no other choice, he put on his best playboy smile and sat beside her all the while staring at said friend.
The man immediately tensed up as soon as Stephen took a seat.
"Stephen this is my BFF Mizuyuki Shin, Yuki this is Stephen Coolwater, our resident bad boy," She said.
While Stephen didn't particularly like the nickname he was given, it didn't stop him from greeting Mizuyuki with his charming smile. As soon as Mizuyuki looked up, Stephen's mouth went dry when they locked eyes.
"Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Mizuyuki..." He said.
Stephen could only swallow dryly. Just then, he felt a nudge in his side and snapped out of his daze.
"Hi, I'm Stephen. What brings you to the club today? I dont think I've ever seen you around before." Stephen replied.
"Yea Yuki here doesn't really do clubs or crowds, but I just had to get him out of the house to celebrate our graduation." Myah announced.
"Graduation? From College? What did you study?"
"Yes, I studied Architectural Design," Mizuyuki replied.
"Oh I see. Maybe I'll have you design my next business venture then," Stephen said, trying to keep the conversation light.
"Well I'll let you boys chat for a bit, as I am tipsy as hell. I'm going to go procure me a new pet for the night. Play nice boys, Stephen you hurt my Yuki and I'll cut your nuts off. Todd, do your job!" Myah said, excusing herself from the table and heading towards the bar.
Mizuyuki watched her leave with a helpless look in his eyes, then looked back at Todd as if asking for help. Todd looked just as helpless, like he didn't quite know what to tell him to calm his nerves.
"Can you still drink? Would you like me to pour you a new glass?" Stephen asked, trying to help settle the poor guy's mind.
"Yes, please. Thank you." He replied.
Mizuyuki looked as if he would burst into tears any moment, or let the ground swallow him whole if it wanted.
That face was like poking a sleeping bear for Stephen. A very... very horny bear. Stephen poured him a glass adding a ball of ice to the cup, then refilled his own glass as well.
"Well Mizuyuki, what are you into? I assume you at least know what this club is for right?" Stephen asked, trying to gently broach the subject of his interest.
Mizuyuki stiffened a bit and nervously glanced around before replying, "U-Um... I've never done anything that is probably considered normal here at this club."
Just hearing that made Stephen's mind race a mile a minute at the prospect of taking all his firsts. He couldn't say why he had the strong feeling to possess the man's everything, but he knew that if he didnt he would never know peace again.
"Well...uh if it doesn't bother you too much, would let me help you take your mind off your troubles? I may not have the right to say this, but you look as if you don't want to be a part of the living anymore." Stephen said, trying not to come off too harsh.
Because truth be told the man looked entirely like he'd be ok dying right this very moment. Which was a little disheartening, because Stephen didn't want to belong to a world that Mizuyuki was not a part of.
"What do you mean? What's so great about living anyways?" Mizuyuki replied.
To be honest Stephen often asked that question himself, even though he had everything he could ask for, it all felt so ridiculously empty to him. However, after meeting Mizuyuki he thought that it would be a shame to never even taste him even once.
"Well if you're already so hell bent on dying, what better way than to die in my arms at the peak of an orgasm?"