The Pink Panther
Avina Garamond
Chapter 9
"The Pink Panther is not going to be on stage today, but he is giving out autographs," the announcer called. This earned a lot of mutterings and the line of men and women at Sephiroth's table was surprisingly quiet. Vincent was not in Sephiroth's lap.
"I'm sorry, but the Pink Panther has a twisted ankle. He is sex-only tonight." The first man grumbled.
"I don't have the money..."
"Come back in two weeks then. Next."
About half of the line declined The Pink Panther from lack of funds. The other half waited patiently. The first man went into the room. Vincent was laying already naked and splayed on the bed. He asked the man to undress and to move closer. Vincent examined his penis and buttocks and finally said he'll allow intercourse. The man took out the lubricant and slicked himself and put on a condom. He thrust into Vincent.
Vincent moaned passionately for the man.
"Harder!" he cried out. The man thrust with all his might. He came and paid for sex before leaving. Vincent took out a wet nap and made himself presentable before the next customer came in.
The profits went through the roof. With every man paying $400, Vincent cleared the $3000 mark and had money left over. A slim girl came into the room. Vincent wondered what she wanted. She asked if she could sign his cast. Vincent shook his head.
"I've had some customers ask already. No one is allowed to touch it. I need it healed as quickly as possible." He looked suspiciously at the girl. Her eyes didn't leave his cast. Vincent expected this. Someone would try to take him out of business while his ankle was twisted, and he had a bat ready under the pillows in case they came.
The girl came up to him.
"Please?"
"No."
The girl tickled his toes. Vincent frowned and cringed.
"Leave." The girl took his foot in both hands. The last thing she saw was an aluminum bat flying at her head. Vincent looked at her. She was knocked unconscious instantly. He must have hit some teeth out because blood was oozing out of her mouth. He hid the bat under the pillows again and waited for his next customer.
~*~
Sephiroth heard a yell from Vincent's room. The latest customer appeared with a body of a girl in his arms. He showed her to Sephiroth.
"The Pink Panther said she got in and tried to break his ankle." Sephiroth nodded.
"We expected it to happen. She belongs to that man over there." He nodded in the general direction.
"If you want to get back to The Pink Panther, I'm sure someone will come up to take her." The man nodded and left the unconscious girl to sit on a chair at Sephiroth's table and went back to Vincent's room to screw that gorgeous naked man.
~*~
Vincent lay in Sephiroth's arms as they left the Hall. Sephiroth made it seem that Vincent was near dying or something but the audience kind of liked the helplessness. Sephiroth set Vincent on his good foot as he hailed a cab.
Vincent sat first, leg extended out on the entire seat. Sephiroth sat in the passenger seat. They had taken a cab today because they didn't want to do the loop around the block to their car, not with Vincent's twisted ankled at least.
The cab stopped at the rotating condo and Sephiroth payed him while Vincent slid out of the back seat. Sephiroth helped him into the room.
"I'm going to open the company up, but I'll return soon and give you a bath, okay? Don't go to sleep." Vincent chuckled.
"Alright." Sephiroth left. He was back an hour and a half after he left and first things first, he ran a hot bath for Vincent while Vincent hobbled around in the background, trying to keep himself awake.
Sephiroth finally let him get into the bathtub and started scrubbing him vigorously.
"Not aga-a-a-a-in!" Vincent whined, gasping as Sephiroth pumped him (or washed him, he said). He arched and came but Sephiroth didn't stop until Vincent achieved orgasm three times and was sobbing from the abuse. Sephiroth kissed his pouting lips and helped him out of the tub.
Zombie-like, Vincent went to bed completely nude. He dropped and was asleep before his head even hit the pillow. Sephiroth smiled, examining the glowing blush. He took a shower of his own and was off back to work.
~*~
Over the two weeks that Vincent had to hobble with cast, Sephiroth pampered the man. Anything, anything to raise a smile, or to achieve that slight blush, or that state of utter content. Vincent also realized that the friction his cast caused between Sephiroth's legs got Sephiroth off rather quickly. And that Vincent should have heeded his warning and not gotten a white stain on his cast.
There had been only two other attempts to get Vincent out of the job in the Hall and they failed miserably. Vincent was well equipped with a bat, and very painful high heels that could cause holes in flesh... He was utterly horrified that the stiletto punched through skin and muscle and stuck in the girl's back. He hadn't meant it.
The girl was rushed to the hospital. No charges were made against The Pink Panther. Sephiroth held him after the experience and whispered soothing words in his ear to the amazement of the Hall. Customers were canceled, and Sephiroth led The Pink Panther out of the building and drove him home.
Vincent got another job opportunity and was forced to hobble down to it. He explained patiently that his ankle was simply twisted and he would be good as new within two weeks. They laid him off.
Another job scheduled an interview and Sephiroth came with Vincent this time, since he knew the owner of the company. The owner looked ecstatic to have Sephiroth with him and the interview became elongated into lunch and dinner combined. Sephiroth finally got fed up and told him to interview Vincent already. The owner of the company didn't even look at Vincent and said he wouldn't take him because he was not groomed properly.
"I'm getting a haircut next Thursday," Vincent said. The company owner waved him off. Vincent left abruptly. Sephiroth frowned at the owner and told him that if he'd have wanted to stay in business, he shouldn't have been kiss-ass and waved off potentially good people to his company. He left as well. He took the stairs down and caught up to Vincent in the lobby.
"That guy was a real ass. I can't believe he didn't look at your resume. He just didn't like your hair." Vincent nodded.
"I just want to find any job now. Any..." Sephiroth pat him on the back – the only public display of affection he did.
"We'll just keep waiting. There'll be a job opportunity soon enough for you."
~*~
Sephiroth watched the stocks rise and fall. His latest commercial drove the company with the insulting owner into bankruptcy. He smirked. Good riddance. The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"I hope you're happy."
"Who's this?" Sephiroth asked, already guessing.
"Just because I didn't take on your friend, doesn't mean you could drive my company bankrupt!" Sephiroth's grin widened.
"I didn't drive your company bankrupt. I simply raised stocks on my own company. I'm a good businessman, that's all. You should learn from my example. And could have from my advice. Now, I have a lot of things to do today. Good bye." He shut the phone off.
The vice president of his company walked into his office. He carried a suspiciously fat folder to Sephiroth's desk. Sephiroth scanned through the contents. Hate mail, hate mail, hate mail.
He hated mail. Especially if it was hate mail.
He promptly asked his secretary to make copies of all of the material and sent it to the police. His Cheshire grin didn't leave his face. Oh, those people were going to regret messing with him.