Ok, so I've heard from some people that they want to see Bakura's POV. And my response is... no. LMAO XD. I'm sorry, but I only want to stick with one POV at the moment, cuz I really can't stand how people switch back and forth between it, and if I did that, I would just be a hypocrite. T.T So no switchy povs, ok? But I CAN promise you all that once this is over, I might write it again, but in the perspective of Bakura. lol. Kinda like how Stephanie Meyers wants to rewrite Twilight, but in the perspective of Edward instead of Bella. But unlike hers, I won't allow it to turn into a crappy movie. lmao. jk. Idk how good or bad the movie was, nor have I read the Twilight series. I learn everything from my sister, who has read the first book and watched the movie (and like most fans, she was bitterly disappointed. I saw Madagascar 2 at the time. lol. Best. Choice. EVER!) So enough with my ramblings; enjoy the fanfic!
My eyes widened when I saw my hands trapped in what looked like handcuffs. A leather strap of some kind was tied around each one as it looped around the leg of the table.
"When did you—?" I stopped myself before I could finish.
The sound of my pounding heart filled my eardrums.
I was scared.
I didn't know how else to react. I became nervous, sweaty even, as the boss started climbing on top of me.
"What did you give me?" I breathed slowly.
"Ah, the drug from before?" he said casually, "Don't worry. It was legal."
I blinked a few times as I felt him grabbing my shirt and slowly raising it above my waist. I was helpless to stop him, given my drugged state. Everything was so out of focus for me. My head felt hazy as the room started to spin…
"While resistance will leave you for luxury, your sensations will be great…" he snickered.
Luxury? Sensations? What the hell was he talking about?
"Wait! What about the interview?" I asked stupidly as he rolled up my shirt.
The boss chuckled as he began caressing my chest, steadily gliding his fingers over the muscles of my abdomen. He rested his head on my shoulder where the slight coolness of his breath reached my ear. It made me shake everywhere, listening to his voice in my ear.
"So then, let's finish it," he said, "We have to see if you're good enough merchandise for the shop."
"W-w…what do you mean?" I asked, still out of breath.
"Those two people from before… what did they tell you to make you come here? Was it some kind of story about becoming a model? Ha! That's just something we say to fool stupid people."
'Why that despicable…' I thought as he continued to fondle with my chest.
I tried to shake him off a few times, but I lacked the strength to do so, and he just put more of his weight on top of mine, making it impossible for me to get free from his grip and forcing me to keep still. His breath became warm in my ear the more he laughed at me.
"It's cute watching you struggle." He said while licking at my lobes. He then wrapped his long arms around my waist, keeping me trapped on the floor as his fingers mindlessly groped my upper body.
"What are you trying to accomplish from all of this?" I demanded, "Why are you doing this?"
He then grabbed my chin and forced me to look in his eyes… those hungry, repulsive-looking eyes. His smirk disgusted me at this point, but he shocked me a little when he released his hold on me. Instead, he reached for a remote control resting on the table (why had I not seen it before?).
"Poor you," he said, "Then see it with your own eyes."
In truth, I didn't want to look, but the strange noises coming from his television set caught my attention.
And my eyebrows rose high on my forehead when I looked at the screen. I saw a man with his face bent over the lap of another man.
They were not wearing any clothes, and the bobbing head of the man in the other's groin suggested things I didn't want to know about! I wanted to look away, but got distracted by the awkward grin on the boss' face.
"See that?" he asked me, "He came with only a blowjob!"
"Ugh…" I was disgusted.
Suddenly, the boss pushed me down and grabbed my wrist as he sat on top of me. I tried to sit back up, but I couldn't push him off. Instead, he pressed me back down harder.
"What are you doing?" I shouted frantically, "Let go of me!"
I struggled as he pushed the side of my face down hard onto the floor, forcing me to watch the screen.
"Look," he said, "They've just finished their shower. And now the preliminary has just started."
Prelimi—what? I closed my eyes, not wanting to see it as I continued to struggle, but it wasn't working. The drug he slipped me was too strong.
I then sensed his face getting uncomfortably close to mine. I knew right then and there that I would be subject to…"other things" later on. He stood off of me slightly, although he was still sitting overtop of me, and clicked the TV off with the remote. I used what energy I had left to flip myself over, staring into those beautiful evil eyes as he gave me an unwelcome smile. I tried to distract myself by looking at his bright white hair, but the pressure from his groin on my legs sent chills running through me everywhere.
"You see," he started, lowering his eyelids at me, "These are the videos taken by the security cameras upstairs. So, I'm the boss, the one who controls the business of this shop!"
He then set the remote back on the table before reaching for a small bottle (again, why had I not seen that before?). He commenced to squeezing it over my chest. I had no idea what it was, but the oily fumes were clogging my nostrils, making my head dizzy again.
"So to put it in words that you'll understand," he continued, "this is not a place linked to any of those modeling agencies. It's a shop linked to the sex industry… where people give themselves up to pleasure."
Suddenly my eyes went wide.
Had I heard him correctly?
No, it couldn't be! Maybe it was the fumes finally getting to me. The boss seemed to notice that too since he rose and trapped my hands over my head.
"Sex industry?" I shouted, now understanding his reason for showing me the video.
He smirked and nodded before he tossed the bottle aside and proceeded to lathering its contents all over my chest. Soon afterwards, I could barely raise and lower my chest.
Whatever he placed in my skin, it was working for his benefit.
When I tried to move, he simply placed my hands farther above my head. There was nothing else I could try at this point, seeing as how he had split my legs apart and rested between them while laying atop me.
I was stuck.
"Uh, uh, uh," he cooed, "Don't move."
I hated feeling his hands caress my now erect nipples, and I hated hearing his humming chuckle over and over again.
It was torture; a pleasurable, fearful torture. I breathed out heavily at his delicate touch.
"You know," he smirked, "I have a feeling that you didn't come here because you were fooled." He bent down and roughly nibbled at my neck for a moment before moving up to whisper closely in my ear, "No, I think you came here knowing how it was going to end for you."
My eyes widened at that. What a fool I had been. If only I had listened to my father, I would've never ended up here.
Was it this that he feared would happen to me?
This world was too different from the one I was expecting.
The boss's breath felt cool on my chest as he finished rubbing the strong-smelling substance on me. He then lowered his head on my chest and placed his lips over one of my nipples while he caressed the other one with his fingers. As he sucked and pinched, I arched my head backwards; one half of me wanted him to stop while the other half begged him to keep going. I tried to squirm out of his reach, but he had too firm a grip on me. It was hard to believe how exhausted he made me from only a few slight touches.
"You'd better enjoy it while you can," he said, "Because I want the same reaction when it's your turn."
'My turn?' I thought as he looked back in my eyes.
"The purpose is only for money," he said, "Both of here…" He bent down and attacked my chest with nips and licks again, "Then of here…" He suddenly placed his hand firmly atop my groin, making me gasp out of shock. I felt myself grow a little at his touch.
And I think he noticed to.
"Do you like this so much?" he asked me, smirking a little, "Well then maybe you are good shop material!"
Furiously, I shook my head, pulling at my restrained wrists.
"It's your fault!" I shouted, still trying to move my arms until I tired myself out.
When I laid there panting, he just laughed at me.
"My fault?" he asked, "It's my fault that you're turned on? Hmm… well since you put it that way, then yes, it would seem that I had something to do with it. Hahaha!" He then lowered his head towards mine. We were so close, our foreheads touched.
"Now let me ask you this," he said, his breath so close to mine, "Whose fault is it for coming to this country with a fake passport? Surely not mine. If I were to turn you in to the police right now, you would be deported back to Egypt, right? But poor little Marik Ishtar doesn't want that now, does he? Then I suggest he stop struggling if he wants to stay in this country."
"How dare you!" I said through gritted teeth.
"It's your choice…"
I fell silent after that. I knew I couldn't go back; not now. It was too late to ask for my father's forgiveness, and, in truth, I didn't want to go back, so there was no need for him to bribe me. I kept myself still enough for him to move closer to my face. I flinched when he placed his lips on mine, giving me a small kiss. His lips were surprisingly warm to the touch and quite firm as well.
When he pulled back, he stared at me for a moment. I stayed quiet and let the silence give him my answer.
"Now that's more like it," he said while licking his lips in a slow manner.
My upper lip twitched as he got closer to me again, feeling up my chest as he did so. His eyes locked with mine, almost making me blush at the sight of those brown gems. I tried hard not to move my head out of the way when he nearly touched my lips.
"With your body," he said, "I can use a professional approach."
As soon as he finished, his lips came at me with full force, completely surprising me. My eyes went wide and I almost gasped as I felt his tongue slip through my lips, taking over my whole mouth. His hand crept behind my head and pushed me farther into the kiss, leaving me at the mercy of his tongue as it filled and swirled inside me. I closed my eyes after hearing his sweet humming noises in my mouth and finally decided to kiss him back. After all, he did say I had better enjoy it while it lasted.
Sorry for making this another cliffhanger (and it's not really THAT big of a cliffhanger anyways... I think), but when I first planned on writing this story, I wanted one of my chapters to end around here. Also, I gotta keep you guys hooked in the story, cuz some of you have already read the doujinshi. lol. Also, this is kinda my first M-rated story, so you gotta cut me some slack. And since this is a fanfic based on a fanbook based on a manga/anime show, I have certain... "guidelines" to follow, so to speak. But I'll make sure you're fully satisfied with the next chapter... unless I decide to make it another cliffhanger again.
In other news, I found out who the author for the doujinshi is. Someone by the name of "Ultimate Powers." So yeah, I still don't know who the hell this person is. LMAO.
And I also found out, that there's a "sequel" (per se) to Mayonaka wa Junketsu. It's titled, "Queen of Kabukichou," but there isn't a huge enough pairing between Bakura and Marik, so I was deeply saddened.
But maybe I could alter it into something more "in-depth."
