The First Chapter
The hallway got darker the further he walked in. Loud and lewd music blasted at a deafening rate in the background. The stench of bitter cigarette smoke and sour alcohol filled and thickened the air. He could feel his senses slowly being diminished the deeper he pushed himself past the mindless crowd. This was not his environment of choice, and he certainly began to question why he had picked this mission out of the other probably less bothersome options. He thought that this solo mission would take him out of the village, but somehow, he only found himself caught up in the middle of more people.
Relax. This is should be the usual place for someone of his age to spend his downtime. He mentally told himself.
Having always been an introvert, for well known and understood reasons, he was never one to get involved with the illustrious nightlife. This was all so foreign to him, even with the practice he had with a few ANBU members back home.
There was no space left unoccupied as people bumped and grinded against one another with the rhythm of the obscure music. One couldn't tell where one body began and the next ended with all the busy hands roaming along the silhouettes of every passerby. The people in the club were all experiencing a sense of delirious euphoria through either over alcohol consumption or high on the very reason he was sent here for…drugs.
"Through the previous intelligence gathered, we are confident that the drugs are originating from this area. Your mission is to confirm this information by infiltrating the underground ring and providing us with further information before the final action could be executed."
Infiltrate ring. Gather information. Report back. He repeated the sequence of his mission over and over in his head with every step he took.
A fair and slender hand delicately draped itself along his chest with lustful eyes narrowing him down.
"Hey handsome." The dark-haired vixen sighed in a throaty yet feminine voice.
Deciding that he couldn't spend anymore nights aimlessly wondering around the club, he decided to entertain the woman.
"Hey to you, too." He replied.
Her luscious red lips curved into a devious smile before she decided to rest her other hand on his chest and pull herself closer to him. It was a full-on body contact with her plump bosoms pressing into him and hips swaying side to side against his lower abdomen. He credited all his training as an ANBU member for allowing him the restraint to keep his blood flow standard and trajected upwards rather than down.
She knew what she was doing, no one is that naïve and stupid. Her eyes were filled with equal parts desire and mischievous.
"So, what brings you here to this part of town?" She asked.
"Escape." He wasn't really lying with that reply; the reason he took this mission was to leave the village for a good amount of time.
"Mysterious." She left out a little giggle, "You sure came to the right area, but what could we offer you here?"
She was not just any ordinary wanton, the way she narrowed her eyes with the curiosity in the anticipation of what he will say, gave it all away.
"On my travels I overheard that this was the place for people with nowhere to go." He went with the pre-rehearsed script.
"Hon, you must surely have some sort of an itinerary? You been hanging out here every night for almost a month now. You are still young and able; do you really want to waste away like this?" She inquired as her hands ran south of the border on his waist at the end of her sentence.
It took all his concentration to not tighten up and give in as he felt her curious hands in his nether region.
"I'm lonely." Yes, he was lonely…very lonely.
Her hands pressed itself hard against the fabric of his pants and rubbed intensely before cooing, "But you don't have to be. I could give you closure, warmth, and wrap around you so tight that you will be gasping for air and release."
If he could share the details with the fellow men of his squad, he surely would be the envy of everyone. However, to him there could be no carnal desire without the budding of love; sex was never for personal enjoyment but rather merely a tool to be used to fulfill a mission.
"You are talking to someone who has nothing." He replied coolly.
"You are not worthless. You still have a young and capable body…and we have many uses for someone like you." She smirked before dragging him into one of the curtained off sections.
The body is filled with a never-ending supply of nerves. After inhaling the multiple substances pumped into the air cycle, all his nerves were on high alert and remains the upmost responsive to every sensation he felt. The body is a natural vehicle, and it will respond to certain ambiances as it is programmed to react. Bodily pleasure was something natural, he will not deny that the sensation of her "warm embrace" gave him the overwhelming temptation respond to the signals. Despite not being a virgin, he never was the one to venture out into the night searching for the feeling of "closure". He took what was willingly provided, and most of the time it would be something which was part of his missions. After many encounters, he learned to stop feeling contemplation and just accept that this was a natural part of anyone's life.
Despite presenting herself as a confident woman who had found her place amongst the ruins of this broken-down neighbourhood, she too, was desperately searching for a terminus. He didn't want to make any assumptions before getting to know the truth, but she also learned to accept that a body's reaction does not match the heart's yearning, by the way she avoided lip contact. She presents a falsehood of security, but in the end, she was also lost.
Pushing him down into a sitting position, she straddled him. With fury and rush, she rode him desperately as she pressed her forehead to his. Sweat trailing down both of their heated bodies as laboured breaths echoed in each other's ears. There was no communication, as soon as she led him into the curtained area the only sounds were that of lusty moans. He was thankful that she seemed to share the same sentiments; he did not wish to make this anymore awkward by forcing small talk during such an intimate activity.
Feeling her walls begin to tighten around his own flesh, their carnal journey was nearing its end. He fought hard remain consistent and to match his rhythm to hers.
"C'mon baby, confess your sins…fill me with your immorality." She bites down on his ear.
That was all he needed before he had realized what had just happened.
He gave in to her. Unleashed his darkness; his hands strangled around her neck as he plunged his final few trusts into her. He found release, for the first time he had lost all control and became a slave to his bodily reactions.
With wide eyes but not gasping for air, despite his vice grip on her neck, she stared into his soul with bewilder.
After finding his release, his hands grew limp and lost its hold on her. Unlike any other person after such an engagement, he did not pant for air; he merely sat still and pondered at what had just happened.
A ray of light flashed brightly into his vision as the curtain was ripped open by someone from the other side.
Radiant skin surrounding a delicate frame with waves of warm chestnut-hued locks. Cold yet ambitious violent eyes locked onto his body.
"Either make yourself presentable or get lost. The club is closed." The girl on the other side of the curtain remarked before turning around and walking away.
"Welcome to the club." The woman with him said with excitement before pulling herself out from underneath him.
What just happened? After everything that had just happened, he was the most confused than he had ever been before.
"You heard the little miss, dress up and come meet the gang." The woman chirped before giving him a wink and exiting to the other side of the curtain.