I would recomend that you listen to REM"s every body hurts at the end it has a nice ring to it. I do not own the song that i have pasted at the end of the chapter REM does i just thought it was a really sweet song.please enjoy your stay at the story hotel have a nice reding.
Domon walked into the peep show and all of the girls giggled and smiled. Domon's face was bright red from blushing. He looked around and saw no one that he imagined. One women with long black hair walked up to Domon. She pushed him in a chair.
"Um I…. Need to find Vito, I have a card, it was a gift from his brother." He mumbled looking away as she gave him a lap dance.
"Oh your that prison guy, I didn't know you'd be this hot." The girl said with a teenage squeak.
"Vito's not here, but I could bide your time."
Domon didn't know what to do the woman was kissing him, touching him. it was messing with his mind. Domon began kissing her not thinking of rain. Being locked in a prison for so long does things to you. He realized that he was a taken man, not yet married and already fooling around. He quickly got up pulling the girl away from him.
"Aww and I was just having fun to," she giggled.
"Hey girls," A man walked in wearing a white tux, a white top hat with a purple feather in it and a diamond studded cane.
"Did you miss me."
The girls just giggled.
"Vito that prisoner is her, you know the one your brother helped escape," a cute blond grabbed onto his arm.
"Oh yeah Domon Kashu that gundam fighter, yeah I remember, well girls don't just stand there enter duce your selves."
"Don't mind if I do", a muscular women said. "I'm Tracy, she's Lena and that's kale", she pointed to the women she had her arms around.
"They deal with the lesbian women that walk in here," Vito pointed out.
"I'm Coral," Said the girl that gave the lap dance to him.
After all 25 women got done saying their name Vito told Coral, Keather, Trinity and Harley to show him his room. They walked to the very back of the strip club and to the rooms. It was huge. They went towards the very back door down the hall. Coral opened the door to see one bed, a canopy bed with red heavy cloth covering the sides of the bed like drapes on a window. The room was a darker red and the furniture, black. It was a nice room, nicer than any other bedroom he was ever in.
"This is where you will be staying," Trinity said.
"Vito will see you shortly, he needs to take care of some business with the girls."
The girls walked away and let Domon settle in his new home. He sat down on his bed and took in a deep breath. He looked around felling a bit bored but not willing to have a good time. He heard a slight yelling from Vito.
"What do you mean you only made 4 hundred today, coral? What were you doing all god damn day your hookers for god sakes!" He lifted up his hand and hit her with the back of it. Domon heard corals body hit against the wall.
"I'm not paying you to do shit all damn day get your act together, little girls look up to you," Vito laughed and walked out of the room and headed towards Domon's room.
"Domon, that's your name right? Of course it is you're that Gudam fighter from neo Japan."
Vito sat down on his bed.
"What type of place are you running here Vito? A strip club, pimp house or a place were women get beat by a man like you." Domon stood up looking down on Vito. His heavy body made the bed sink in a bit.
"Listen Domon, I don't beat them unless they don't make their money quota it's like telling a dog not to piss on the carpet you gotta' make em' see that you're the boss."
Domon said nothing because if he wanted to stay he would have to adapt to this new life style. If he wanted Vito to help him he would have to fit Vito's expectations, so now Domon would become his bitch.
"Well its getting close to show time. You know I could always use a bartender and have the girls there do the show. It would bring in more money."
"I don't know how to bartend." he said shortly.
"Don't worry its easy I'll have one girl help you. I'll have trixie come in and give you your uniform."
Vito got off of the bed and walked to the door.
"Loosen up this isn't prison."
"Yeah I'll try."
Domon laid on his bed and took out a picture of rain and him at Their New Zealand get away. He smiled at Rain's face, she stuck out her tongue as Domon gave her horns with his fingers. He sat and wished he could go back there and stay. They were happy then. If only he had known he would have never returned to Japan. Yet nothing would be a surprise, and this, sitting in a strip club full of very, very attractive women, was surprising enough.
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
if you feel like letting go, (hold on)
when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.
Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade)
(Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)
Domon walked into the peep show and all of the girls giggled and smiled. Domon's face was bright red from blushing. He looked around and saw no one that he imagined. One women with long black hair walked up to Domon. She pushed him in a chair.
"Um I…. Need to find Vito, I have a card, it was a gift from his brother." He mumbled looking away as she gave him a lap dance.
"Oh your that prison guy, I didn't know you'd be this hot." The girl said with a teenage squeak.
"Vito's not here, but I could bide your time."
Domon didn't know what to do the woman was kissing him, touching him. it was messing with his mind. Domon began kissing her not thinking of rain. Being locked in a prison for so long does things to you. He realized that he was a taken man, not yet married and already fooling around. He quickly got up pulling the girl away from him.
"Aww and I was just having fun to," she giggled.
"Hey girls," A man walked in wearing a white tux, a white top hat with a purple feather in it and a diamond studded cane.
"Did you miss me."
The girls just giggled.
"Vito that prisoner is her, you know the one your brother helped escape," a cute blond grabbed onto his arm.
"Oh yeah Domon Kashu that gundam fighter, yeah I remember, well girls don't just stand there enter duce your selves."
"Don't mind if I do", a muscular women said. "I'm Tracy, she's Lena and that's kale", she pointed to the women she had her arms around.
"They deal with the lesbian women that walk in here," Vito pointed out.
"I'm Coral," Said the girl that gave the lap dance to him.
After all 25 women got done saying their name Vito told Coral, Keather, Trinity and Harley to show him his room. They walked to the very back of the strip club and to the rooms. It was huge. They went towards the very back door down the hall. Coral opened the door to see one bed, a canopy bed with red heavy cloth covering the sides of the bed like drapes on a window. The room was a darker red and the furniture, black. It was a nice room, nicer than any other bedroom he was ever in.
"This is where you will be staying," Trinity said.
"Vito will see you shortly, he needs to take care of some business with the girls."
The girls walked away and let Domon settle in his new home. He sat down on his bed and took in a deep breath. He looked around felling a bit bored but not willing to have a good time. He heard a slight yelling from Vito.
"What do you mean you only made 4 hundred today, coral? What were you doing all god damn day your hookers for god sakes!" He lifted up his hand and hit her with the back of it. Domon heard corals body hit against the wall.
"I'm not paying you to do shit all damn day get your act together, little girls look up to you," Vito laughed and walked out of the room and headed towards Domon's room.
"Domon, that's your name right? Of course it is you're that Gudam fighter from neo Japan."
Vito sat down on his bed.
"What type of place are you running here Vito? A strip club, pimp house or a place were women get beat by a man like you." Domon stood up looking down on Vito. His heavy body made the bed sink in a bit.
"Listen Domon, I don't beat them unless they don't make their money quota it's like telling a dog not to piss on the carpet you gotta' make em' see that you're the boss."
Domon said nothing because if he wanted to stay he would have to adapt to this new life style. If he wanted Vito to help him he would have to fit Vito's expectations, so now Domon would become his bitch.
"Well its getting close to show time. You know I could always use a bartender and have the girls there do the show. It would bring in more money."
"I don't know how to bartend." he said shortly.
"Don't worry its easy I'll have one girl help you. I'll have trixie come in and give you your uniform."
Vito got off of the bed and walked to the door.
"Loosen up this isn't prison."
"Yeah I'll try."
Domon laid on his bed and took out a picture of rain and him at Their New Zealand get away. He smiled at Rain's face, she stuck out her tongue as Domon gave her horns with his fingers. He sat and wished he could go back there and stay. They were happy then. If only he had known he would have never returned to Japan. Yet nothing would be a surprise, and this, sitting in a strip club full of very, very attractive women, was surprising enough.
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
if you feel like letting go, (hold on)
when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.
Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade)
(Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)