The Pink Panther
Avina Garamond
Chapter 2
Ba-dump. (A step)
Ba-dump. (A step)
Ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump (step, step, step, step)
Ba-duuuuuuuump. Vincent's hands trailed down his thighs and he bent in tune to the music and straightened before the sax stopped.
Ba-dump. (step)
Ba-dump. (step off the stage)
Ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump (step, step, step, step to a wealthy man in the audience)
Ba-duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuump. Vincent trailed his knee between the man's and arched his corseted chest to his face. He snapped out of his pose, a twenty in his hand.
Ba-dump. (step)
Ba-dump. He took a step and took his long, thin, fuzzy pink tail in hand.
Ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump (step, step, step, step flicking the tail in his hand)
Ba-duuuuuuuump. (He stroked another man's face and gave him a kiss, pointing his body in a ninety degree angle, legs spread into a perfect triangle, balancing on high pink stilettos. The pose gave a good view of where his pink fishnet stockings clipped onto his fuzzy pink garter belts. The man tucked two twenty dollar bills in his fuzzy pink thong. Vincent brushed his tail against the man's face in thanks.)
BA-DAMP PA DA DA DA DA DADADADADAAAA! Vincent snapped his body to the sax's notes landing himself in Sephiroth's lap. The music faded before the sax and cymbals came into place again. He crossed his legs and kissed Sephiroth, using his long pointed pink nails to trace the sculpted cheek. His long arms, clad in long pink fingerless gloves, wrapped around Sephiroth's neck and he snapped his back into an arched pose as the sax played its last note (skipping the entire middle of the full song).
The spot light turned off abruptly and the audience clapped. Vincent's heart thundered in his chest as he sat more comfortably in Sephiroth's lap. The lights returned to the theater.
"The Pink Panther!" the announcer shouted. Vincent licked the back of his hand and batted the side of his face with it, to the great amusement of the audience. They whooped and cheered. If they didn't buy him, they at least liked his show.
The announcer called up the name of another prostitute to walk the catwalk. Vincent leaned on Sephiroth's shoulder.
"How was it?" he asked quietly.
"Good. Very good," Sephiroth said. He cradled Vincent's shoulder's in one arm and with the other was messing with a cocktail he didn't even like. Vincent sighed. He never did the same routine twice, but lately his routines have been... risky.
After the show was done, the announcer kept everyone calm.
"You may take 'autographs' from the performers after a few words. I am sorry to say that Dia will no longer be preforming. We will miss you Dia. Also, we would like to remind you that you need to give proof you do not have STD's to the owners of Dia, of course, Lily and Cleo, the Masquerade Bat, and The Pink Panther. You may now get your 'autographs' from today's performers."
The Hall became a bustling city center it seemed. Everyone was clamoring and getting through. A few men lined up in front of Vincent's table. They presented hospital slips declaring they were clean. Sephiroth nodded and wrote up in a notebook what each wanted and scheduled "appointments" with The Pink Panther. Only a few men could be booked a night. Vincent eyed the first customer and lethargically left Sephiroth's lap and took his hand. He slipped through the crowd, the man trailing after him into a private room that The Exhibition Hall treated its performers with.
"I'll need to do a physical examination myself," Vincent purred. He seductively unbuttoned the man's shirt and trailed his nails down the expanse, making sure to snag on a nipple. He pulled the belt off and unzipped the man's pants and pushed them to the ground. He massaged the man through his boxers while untying his shoes with the other hand. Soon, the man stepped out of his shoes and pants. He was achingly hard under his boxers. Vincent finally took those off too. He glanced at the man's genitals critically and then circled him, stalking slowly and examined his ass. Looked clean. He trailed his claws all over the man's torso.
"All good. How much are you willing to pay tonight, Sir?" he asked. The man smirked.
"I have enough."
"Sex costs 400. A blow job costs 100, a hand job costs 50. Kisses are free as long as they don't leave marks, in which case its 5 a bruise. That counts during sex too. A strip tease costs 50 and if you want a different kind of show, its 100."
"Alright. A strip tease first then." He said it in such a way that Vincent knew he was going to get a lot of money from this customer tonight, so he decided to make it enjoyable.
Vincent peeled his gloves off. First one, then the other, slowly, prolonging the act. He dropped them to the floor. He turned, his back facing the man who bought his services. He swept his hair over his shoulder to give a good view. His slim fingers undid his white corset strings and let the corset fall to the floor. He stepped out of it, and turned to the man and bent down on one knee. He extended his leg, slipping out of his first stiletto and unbuckled his garter belt He took the fishnets off, going slowly. He did the same with the next leg. His nails traced back up his leg his stomach, his torso, his neck and tangled in his hair. His eyes closed as if he was enjoying a nice smooth orgasm and he moaned a little. The cat ears fell off. Vincent's hands were at his hips and the thong and furry tail attachment slid down his legs and he stepped out of it. He slid backwards on the bed, smiling.
"More?" he asked.
"More," the man said, hard and weeping precum. Vincent stroked himself. His nails raked over his skin, flicked over his hard nipples, drew patterns in his inner thighs. He took his limp member in hand and stroked it too. He knew what gave him an instant erection and stroked it and plucked it and pinched it and flicked it until he was hard. He used his nail to carefully stroke the head and tickling the little opening which made him spurt out precum. His finger got most of it and he trailed it into his mouth, licking the finger and sucking on it. He always watched his customer to make him think that he was the subject of Vincent's jerking off to. Vincent tickled his own testicles, making him squirm and started alternating stroking himself and pumping himself. He made the view enjoyable to his customer and was pleased the man was trying hard not to jerk off himself. Vincent gasped when he supposed the customer would like him to and when he came into his hand, he let out a moan. The customer smiled, pleased.
He asked Vincent to lick the cum off his hand which Vincent did, letting his pink tongue trail across his hand and lapping up the thick liquid as if a cat lapping up cream. The man beckoned him with a curled finger and Vincent crawled up to him on all fours to the edge of the bed. The man was standing next to it and pointed at his weeping cock needily.
Vincent took it in his mouth. Blow job only. He licked the organ and nibbled on it at first and then started bobbing his head up and down the stiff phallus. The man moaned and his hands clamped around Vincent's head. He held him by the hair and thrust into his mouth. Vincent expected this and no longer choked though heavens knows he did when he first started this job. Vincent set his teeth and tongue to work while bobbing, trying to make the man cum as soon as possible so that he wouldn't have to have him in his mouth.
He felt a salty flood in his mouth and detached himself from the man. The man looked at him.
"Swallow," he commanded. Vincent stuck out his cum-coated tongue at him and swallowed. He traced his now clean, pink tongue over his lips. The man gulped, erection returning. He had Vincent lay down on the bed. Vincent pulled lubricant out of the drawer and a condom.
"I don't want a condom," the man said.
"Its 50 extra with no condom," Vincent said. The man nodded and hastily took the lubricant and slicked himself. He wanted to slick Vincent but stopped and gave him the bottle.
"Can I watch?"
"Another show, you mean?" Vincent asked. The customer groaned.
"Yes, alright. I'll pay for another show." Vincent took the jar, opened it and dipped his hand into the thick cream. He took them out, yellowish cream coating his fingers. He inserted one finger into himself while the man watched. He thrust it in and out, mimicking future movements. He wedged another finger into his anus, once again moving them in and out. He scissored his fingers, squeezing a third inside. With three, it was difficult to find his prostate, but he had managed before so he punched his three fingers in. He arched, moaning, and erection returning as one of his nails bit right into the gland. He repeated the motion, bucking into his three fingers again. This didn't feel good enough for him to be so extravagant but the customer payed well and a show was a show.
The customer removed Vincent's fingers from himself and stuffed himself inside. He started thrusting into Vincent unceremoniously, not slowly but quickly. He spread his legs far apart and watched as his dick moved in and out of Vincent's ass. Vincent of course squirmed and moaned and bucked into the thrusts as if he wanted them.
The man managed to fuck him up quite thoroughly. After the missionary style, he told Vincent to turn and go on all fours. Since the man had already came, Vincent said he's paying for sex twice. By this time, the customer didn't care and slammed into Vincent again. Vincent arched, forcing his ass high in the air for the man. He felt bruises forming on his hips. The man was soon done and Vincent came when he felt like it.
He lay on the bed, a bit used and abused and counted up his bruises. Not from all ten fingers. He only had four. 20. Making him swallow the man's seed. 20. Making him swallow his own seed. 10. Not using a condom. Twice. 100. Sex twice. 800. Two shows. 200. Striptease. 50. Blow job. 100. He tallied it up in his head.
"That costs 1300 exact, Sir," Vincent said. The man looked through his wallet. He asked if he had change. Vincent said he'd look into it with Sephiroth. He used a wet nap to clean himself off and another to freshen himself up. He dressed, quickly and efficiently. Considering he had a corset, that was a surprise, but Vincent was used to it. He took the man's 1500 and waited until he got dressed. He quickly cleaned the place up, sprinkling scented water on the bed and spraying perfume into the air. The unused condom was put back into the table and the lubricant was closed and put into the drawer as well.
He walked out, swinging his hips seductively and walked up to Sephiroth. He kissed his ear, whispering the man needed 200. He pressed the 1500 into his hand. Sephiroth smiled and gave the man 200. Vincent took the next man by the tie and led him gently into the room. The man smiled, liking the perfume addition.
The night was a productive one. Many people were satisfied with stripteases or a show and a hand job, not having money for a bought of sex. That however left Vincent with a lot of time to take on other customers. One man paid for a bought of sex but insisted on being the one on the bottom. Vincent consented. He was equipped with a means to thrust into a body, so he did it.
Sephiroth and Vincent left at five in the morning when the Hall closed. Vincent was tired and sore and Sephiroth was just tired. Vincent had a very long trench coat on and his stilettos were replaced with knee high boots... without heels. He sat in the passenger seat, quiet until they reached Sephiroth's house.
They split up into their own separate showers. They came out at about the same time too. Sephiroth smiled at Vincent, passing him in the hallway. He had coffee and went to work while Vincent went to sleep.
Sephiroth arrived close to nine o'clock. Vincent was up and about. Unlike his quiet misery in the morning, he and Sephiroth talked about things. About work. About finding a job. About college. Sephiroth said that Vincent's cash was in the safe. Vincent nodded. He knew where the safe was and the combination – it was his money after all. But he didn't need it, so he was content to leave it in the safe. He hoped he would be able to pay Sephiroth back soon. He counted it occasionally, but put it back soon enough. Yesterday night was the best night they'd had in months and put almost three grand into the safe. It was a shame that most nights only a thousand dollars went in.
It stroke ten. Vincent stood up to get dressed but Sephiroth called him down, saying that he didn't have to dress. That meant that Sephiroth had his own plans. Ones that involved sleep on his part.
Vincent smiled. He took yesterday's leftovers from the fridge and heated them for them both. They ate dinner quietly. Sephiroth looked at Vincent meaningfully and Vincent nodded. He took their plates and set them in the dishwasher. He went to his room, got a few of his things and stepped into Sephiroth's bedroom. He set his things on the table there and lay on the bed.
Sephiroth knocked. It was weird knocking before you go into your own bedroom. Vincent said he was ready. Sephiroth entered. He smiled faintly as Vincent looked at him, glowing embers in his eyes.