Another night, another time of boredom. Dang, it was just so boring lately. Tiffany's working really hard until her graduation. But, it was no fun for Justin. He needed something to do.
"What am I gonna do tonight?" he said to himself. He thought about it for a good while. Then, it hit him.
"I think I'll go to the nightclub to let loose."
So, he got dressed in some irregular clothes. Instead of the usual purple shirt and black coat, he wore something rather unique, making him stand out. It was a white jumpsuit, decorated in gold stars. He also wore a pair of black-tinted shades. He figured he'd be the king of Commotion City for the night.
He went to the nightclub, appropriately named "Lusties". Yeah, Lusties Nightclub. The place where he first met Nikki and Audrey those years ago. He remembered that Audrey forced her to come along, despite saying she didn't want to. That's when he walked up to her and tried to interact, but she ultimately walked away. Thankfully, she came back and realized not to judge a book by it's cover. Their friendship only grew from there.
"Here I am..." he said, standing in front of the vividly colored nightclub. He wondered if Audrey was going to be there? It was Friday night, after all.
He walked in and didn't see anybody he recognized. Looks like it was gonna be a rather slow night this time.
He sat at the bar, sipping on some whiskey. Seemed dead for a Friday night. Then, a guy started speaking on an intercom.
"Alright, everyone. I hope you're having a decent time here tonight. We have a special guest performing on the stage tonight. She's 32 years old, a self-described as a Russian Sex Goddess, loves smoking and tattoos, please welcome: Nadia Loveimp!"
Then, the curtains opened and a beautiful woman walked out, beginning a song number. The moment he saw her, his heart melted. This woman was the sexiest thing he'd ever laid his eyes on. She had beautiful brown hair, wore a black sequin dress, wore long white gloves, and appeared to have D cup breasts. This woman was... different. She was special.
She began to sing while also doing rather seductive poses with her body, exposing her legs from under her dress. She had a tattoo of a butterfly on her leg. She then seemed to notice Justin in particular. She walked in his direction during the song. He knew she was targeting him and was all for it. His heart was pounding harder than Audrey with a glass of Daiquiri.
She sang for a while. But, when her song was over, she went backstage, as if she had vanished. Justin was so warm inside. His blood was boiling, his heart was pounding, he literally had Russian fever. This woman was special. Even if he was currently committed to Tiffany, he just had to get a piece of this babe.
He walked towards the back and went to the bouncer, requesting a VIP pass to Nadia's room. He let him in for a fee of $100. He then visited her.
"Hello?" he asked, seeing if the sexy woman was available.
"Hello, Mr. Dark. I was expecting you." the Russian woman greeted.
"How did you know my last name?"
"I've been watching you. I know what you do with your life."
So she was a stalker? He didn't know if he should be mad, or honored.
"Y-Yeah. Well, I'm about to quit that lifestyle." he said, knowing she was talking about the playboy thing.
"Da, I know. You're currently committed to a young blondie named Tiffany Maye. She attends the Glenberry college."
"Look, Nadia. I don't know why you're stalking me but I don't think that's a good idea. I have a personal life and as much as I think you're insanely attractive, I can't have you spying on me and my friends."
She smiled. Even her smile was oddly seductive.
"Justin, sweetheart. I'm not stalking you, it's a part of my job. I work with an agency that requires us to keep an eye on specific people. I was assigned to you because of your past relationship with my sister."
Her sister? What was she talking about?
"Sister? I don't know your sister."
"Yes, you do. You dated her almost 3 years ago. You drifted apart after you were admitted to that government-owned house."
Dated 3 years ago? Drifted apart after the group home? He still didn't know.
"I don't know who she is. What's her name?" he asked, hoping something would ring a bell.
"Her name is Milla. She's my younger sister. She has short black hair and wears gothic and leather clothing."
Milla... Milla Loveimp? The gothic Russian woman he dated for a brief period of time? Oh crap. He remembered her. They met right after he met Ashley. Guess it made sense, seeing how Nadia's last name was the same. Out of all the women he kept into contact with, he completely forgot about Milla.
"Milla?! Oh shit! I forgot about her."
"Yes, you did. After you were put in that house, you stopped talking to her. She was very upset about that."
He couldn't help but feel guilty. He remembered why he decided to abandon her, and it was a pretty lousy reason.
"Listen, Nadia. I was a very different person back then. I used to be kind of transphobic. So, when I found out what was between her legs, I didn't say much. I just phased away because I didn't feel comfortable being around a chick with a dick. I made the decision to stop calling/texting her."
Nadia frowned. She didn't know that he used to be against women with male parts.
"I understand what you used to think. Believe it or not, most of the other family members hate her for being transgender. I'm one of the very few people that loves and accepts her. I'm her big sister. Not to mention, I think she looks even more attractive than me sometimes."
"Y-Yeah. Well, I've changed quite a bit since then. I'm now Pansexual and have a soft spot for transwomen, regardless of what's in their pants. But, how's she doing now? Is she still going through stuff?"
"Milla's been depressed lately. She's trying to post pics of herself online but there's a bunch of hateful people telling her to kill herself or that she's mentally deranged. I swear, the transphobes need to fuck off."
He felt very bad. He neglected her, made her feel unwanted. His transphobic past haunted him. It was very shameful.
"I'm gonna make it up to her. I'm not transphobic anymore. It wasn't until last year that I actually did three-ways with a transwoman named Polly. After that, I enjoyed having them stick it in my bum. Although I'm still learning things, I still try to be considerate."
She smiled. It was obvious he did change for the better.
"I'm glad to hear that, Justin. But, I want to ask you: Would you like to have sex with me?" she said, bringing up a sudden question.
"W-What?!" he said, completely caught off guard.
"Would you like to have sex with me?" she said, repeating the question.
"I-I mean... I would but I can't."
"Is it because of your girlfriend?" she asked.
"Yeah. If me and her weren't committed, I'd totally do it with you. I just don't want to seem like a cheater."
"Hmm... How about we spoon then? That way, if anyone asks you can say we just cuddled as a therapy session. I know you like spooning, Justin. You can't say no to that."
He was now wet, not from semen, but from sweat and the blood pumping through his veins. He figured: Why not? She was right, after all.
"Okay, Nadia. We can spoon tonight, just try to keep quiet about it." he said, agreeing to have some type of sexual activity with this Russian babe. It was an opportunity. He just had to take it.
So, they left and she took him to a hotel. It was kind of shady but they rented a room and did the beautiful act of spooning. He typically preferred being the big spoon, but he let Nadia take that role. She had him in her grasp and they spooned the night away. This was a pretty interesting night, that's for sure. Sex with Nadia was definitely a new experience.
He woke up the next morning and headed back home. That was something alright. Hopefully, him and Milla could rebuild the relationship that he slowly erased.
Now what? It seemed his life was currently in 'intermission mode', meaning he's just going to have some dumb small situations happen. Nothing major. Hopefully, he could get some things done during that time. Either way, life has become pretty boring. When's Tiffany going to graduate? That's the main question on his mind.