Lilith: Kay, I was jus listenin 2 my fave old fave song. Darlin Nikki by Foo Fighters! Thus this happened!
The smell of human decay infested my nostrils and the bittersweet burn of scotch lingered in my throat. The lights flashed. On, of, on, off, repeat. The ground beneath me shook and music resounded ten-folds inside my chest. I hated that place. Why was I there anyway?
" Come on Nii-sama! Dance with me." Oh that. It was Mokuba's 18th birthday and he wanted to go to that godforsaken place.
" No" Flat out.
" Fine." He turned back to a giggling burnette behind him and walked off to summerse himself in the filth that was the dance floor. And that's when he caught my eye.
His hips were swaying sensually side to side in impossibly tight jeans. His glistening locks of gold followed this motion covering his face but not his lips. They were two pink petals curled in an ever present grin. He gave off a natural glow that kept me glued to the spot, transfixed on only him. Then I caught his eyes.
Two dark embers of honey brown and a smile a Mona Lisa. It meant so much more than what it looked like. He stopped his movements abruptly, never breaking eye contact with me and spoke some unheard words to his dance partner. He motioned with an index to follow as he disappeared into the crowd.
I lost him not even two seconds into the crowd and frantically looked for the blonde. There. He was entering a secluded area, opening a door into an unseen room. It must of been five minutes until I was at the door but it felt like an eternity. It was a bathroom.
It wasn't the shithole regular customers used. It was the fancy vanity mirrored and plush furniture decorated bathroom for those few V.I.P.s. Interesting. There was some low moaning and panting from a closed stall. I didn't see him but could he be?
I walked over to the stall and pushed the unlocked stall door to be met by a rather...fascinating sight. There was the blonde, comfortable sitting on the porcelain throne, masturbating. My appearance at the stall did not seem to bother him in the least bit as he continued to stroke his member. I couldn't help but become tight in the jeans at the sight.
He smiled, lust swirling wildly in his amber eyes. " Hey der." He managed to pant out. My erection became painful as he just sat there, jerking off. It was quite erotic if you ask me. " How'd ya like to waste some time?"
I couldn't resist the yes that barely escaped my then dried lips. Not that I needed to reply as he shot up in one swift movement, slipping his cock back into his jeans and throwing me against a wall, grinding his hips onto me. "Come to my castle."
I could barely remember the events between getting from point A to point B. My mind only came back, if although lust filled, when I was parking in front of an apartment complex. I wish I could describe it to you but I honestly had other things on my mind.
I was led to a room, with a bed, where I believe I spent the entire night. I just couldn't believe my eyes. He had so many devices, everything that money could buy. He said " Sign ya name on da dotted line." The lights went out, and he started to grind.
The room started spinning. I think. Or maybe it was just my brain, intoxicated with primal sexual desires. I can't tell you what he did but my body will never be the same. His sex will kick any of the gods behind and he won't show you any mercy. But he'll sure enough show you how to grind.
I woke up the next morning. He wasn't there. I looked all over and all I found was a phone number on the stairs. It said " Thank ya for da funky time, call me up wheneva ya wanna grind. Luv Jou."