Finally something came up!
I just wanna say thanks for the review and beg for more, also the favorites and follows are nice I appreciate them. It took me forever but its finally here, the story is missing about 6 to 7 chapters more or less and it will get a bit intense in a dramatic way so keep tuned.
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Chapter 6: Seducer Gets Seduced
Well at least there's hope that this isn't Erza and that she didn't broke our sacred marriage vows. But as I walk out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist I come to realize that this scarlet hair girl that loves The Notebook, doesn't have a certain name and resemble in almost every aspect to my childhood love, is not her.
Well for certain at least so…
I walk out and head to my bed, she's still sleeping. Looks so innocent, though I know she's not.
I wanna surprise her with breakfast in bed, what should I order?
I decide for a classic breakfast. Bacon and Eggs, taking the tray to bed. I added a grass of fresh orange juice and some hot cakes just in case.
Apparently I nailed it, cause the moment I enter the room she sits up abruptly and her face lights up like the stars in the night sky.
Poetic I know.
I give her a smile and her eyes lids flutter "Well thank you Mr. Fernandes" I hand her the tray "You are very welcome Ms…?" SCARLET! I wanted to say so badly, she doesnt pay attention to my indirect question about her name, she instead places the tray on her side and hops off the bed.
Very naked still, I do my best to keep my eyes on her face and she smiles at my struggles. But then her face goes serious.
"Hey can I borrow some clothes?" well that was unexpected, I stutter a bit saying "Sure, the closet's right there" I said pointing to the door behind the door that was behind a door that was behind an open door in the room we were in. She looked in the distance for a moment, gathered her underwear and walked to the closet.
Well that's a first. I get up and see her walking back fully clothed. That was fast, I mean I'm sure she can strip in a millisecond but get dress as fast? Pretty impressive.
She picked a white v-neck shirt and some gray pants. She looked very cute with those huge clothes. The pants were half the way off her butt by the time she reached the bed. I'm not a perv, she got down to pick the tray of food and well what can I say.
She sat on the edge of the bed with the tray on her lap and started chunking the food down.
Apparently she was hungry. Very hungry.
Once she was done she drank the whole glass of orange juice and when she was all done she announced it with a massive burp.
I looked at her a little surprised and she said proudly "I'm no lady" I laughed "You are, just another type of lady" she smiled complemented "But you are indeed THAT kind of gentleman" we both laughed.
She asked me to go with her to the club, while the doors were closed so I could meet her 'family' since she had none.
Obviously I had a tiny heart attack when I heard this and a series of flashback of Erza.
You know the usual thing.
We went to Fairy Tail and I did met his daddy Makarov along with her brothers Laxus, Natsu, Gray, Gajeel and her sisters Mira, Lucy, Juvia and Levy. Oh and there was a little girl who was recently 'adopted' by the family her name was Wendy.
Don't worry the little girl doesn't do anything…what's the word?
Big kids stuff.
She was on her own when Makarov found her and offered a place to stay, she gladly accepted.
No one likes being lonely.
The club was full with other people, but even though these are the ones this girl considers closest to her I notice they all get along very well. VERY well.
This went on for about 3 weeks, where I would take her all night and deliver her early in the morning like the gentleman I was.
They money was no problem I paid her 37,000,000 jewels per hour which hardly even hurts my budget, but I'm glad I can help her with the money and maybe when we are married and have our 37 babies she wont have to be a prostitute/stripper/pole dance.
There was another issue in my mind, something that's been bothering me since a while. I was already late to my usual time of picking her up, usually at 1 am we were driving back to the hotel.
She insisted I'd let her work for at least a while but what she didn't understand was that I didn't want any filthy men, or women some cases…to have their eyes and hands all over her!
I would torture them and dispose of their bodies by feeding them to Zoo animal. So I tend to pick her up quickly and avoid this kind of problem.
Especially since I'm starting to think she likes me.
I'm already 2 hours late, which means she's been working for 6 hours. Enough time to wiggle her ass over that pole, maybe a few private lap dances, perhaps some hot sex with an extra charge for a blow job.
I'm starting to lose it, but still something's bothering me and I can't help but turn it round and round in my head.
I held in my hand a glass of Scotch and stared at the window into oblivion.
I found myself thinking over and over of this strange situation I've gotten myself into and while sitting here at the border of my bed with my shirt open and boxers on I just realize…
I feel almost offended every time she doesn't come with me.
I mean we're just fucking around and I don't do pretty much anything to pleasure her, cause you know she does all the job, part of being a prostitute. But still…kind of hurts my ego a bit.
After all I drive women and sometimes men with lust. Though I'm not gay…
I'm really not.
Any way…
I have a very charming personality so they just can't help but spread their legs open. It must be really tough to resist from such a handsome man as myself.
But its okay, cause there's enough Jellal for everyone!
Except if this really is Erza, who just happened to have survived being shot, a fall of maybe 50 meter into the ocean without drowning and besides lost every memory of her childhood, somehow ended up in a strip club and 'sells love' like she calls it. And somewhere in between she got lost in time, let's say 7 years? Cause she looks so young and alive!
If that's the case well I'll just win her heart back. And cry. A lot. I'll probably cry my heart out and regret having sex with all the women I did, for not believing and for giving up on her.
And now that my mind is a train wreck, like literally, it will just have to fix itself for her. A wise drunk man in a bar at 2:48 a.m. told me that I shouldn't lose myself in the labyrinth of my mind that instead I should just sit with my back against the wall and drink to it.
I learned that instead of finding a way out, I'd just had to embrace my insanity.
So we became drinking buddies!
Right Jellal? 'Absolutely!' We have our fights of course and sometimes I just feel like he doesn't get me but in the end, even though talking with my head or listening to a voice that has an actual personality inside me, is a clear sign that I'm quite losing it. I still love him.
'Cause he is me and I do love myself. Just not enough to forgive me, 'cause I don't deserve it. Never.
Things got complicated and a lash of guilt and madness just kept whipping me. That's when I just crumbled to pieces. And that's the thing about listening to voices inside your head…
THEY DON'T SHUT UP!
And then they will just start babbling about murderous ideas or ways to inflict pain. But in my special case they also have very dirty minds of their own. Weird, huh? A mind that has minds of their own! I know I'm just fab.
So yeah, that's pretty much how my sex life started.
I just recommended it to myself.
Anyways back to the main topic, I want 'Pseudo-Erza' to have an orgasm with me.
And I will!
I'm just going to take her with me. Yeah I'll do that right now! Just need to grab my pant and I'm ready to go. I drink the last bit of Scotch and head out of my room. I go to the elevator and greet my happy fellow, he hands me a bottle of Scotch I save inside here and I pour some more in my glass.
The doors open and I swallow down the brownish-yellow liquid at once. And hand the glass to my happy fellow.
Man it feels good to be alive!
I continue down the hall, everyone's happy to see me and since I opened the hotel for more people than myself I don't feel so alone anymore. There's people everywhere, from entire families, to couples on honeymoon or one-night stands. Everything!
It feels good, it really does.
Things are getting better.
I was almost dancing my way out, greeting and smiling, I get a lot of complements everyday but this ones were different, real.
It's not that late so she's probably still dancing in the club. Fairy Tail, the best and most popular club of the world, Era has pretty much the best things in the world.
I get in the car and head on to Fairy Tail Night Club.
Reaching high-speed limits and missing some red-lights I reach the dangerous and obviously the part where most of the fun occurs. I park near the club and everyone stares as I walk out of the car and to the club. The girls screaming non-stop made my ears hurt and the camera flashes blind me a bit, I just wore my white button-down shirt from work half opened and the sleeves rolled up, black trousers and shoes.
That's all it takes to drive them nuts, but I keep telling myself 'It's the face, I know I know'.
"Mr. Fernandes" Ah, Laxus, he's like a big brother to Erza (or whoever she really is) and we…are friends, I think "Laxus" I said not so excitedly, the guy can scare the shit out of me sometimes, especially when it comes to her. "You joining us tonight?" he stared down at me knowing well my intentions, I just stared at him back "Yeah, actually I just came by to…pick…you know…"
Damn! I never realized I don't know how to call her!
Its her fault anyway cause every time I ask her she will say in her low-seductive voice something like 'I can be whoever you want' or 'You wanna know what to scream or what?' it depends, she can be so sweet sometimes, others well…
"You mean Scarlet" everything just stopped, my heart pounded against my chest, hard. I just stare and blink a couple of times "Pardon?" I manage to get out sounding as natural as I could "She told us" well this is embarrassing.
Remember I said I asked her for her name and she said 'You wanna know what to scream or what?' I might have been desperate cause the first time I asked she said she didn't know and I might have needy at that moment so I asked if it was okay if I call her Scarlet.
Obviously she just stared smiling like the-fuck-man-is-that-your-ex's-name-or-what and I had my sort-of-kind-of-we-said-our-marriage-vows-and-stuff-like-that-that-only-both-of-us-shared-cause-we-were-puppily-in-love face, she just laughed though and asked why 'Scarlet'.
I felt obligated to caress her hair while looking deeply into her eyes smiling "Scarlet, the color of your hair" I seriously expected her to burst in laughter and make fun of me for the rest of my life. But instead! She leaned into my touch and smiled softly "Scarlet, I like it"
Did I forgot to mention she was straddling me? So she placed her hands in my chest and lured closer to my face "In fact, I love it!" then she kissed…my neck and it would be extremely inappropriate to explain in detail what happened next in front of you kids.
So let just say she was peanut butter, I was jelly and we made a sandwich.
"Hey" he snapped his fingers in front of me bringing me back to reality "The color of your hair? Really?" "Don't even bring it up" I said ashamed of myself and looking away but he laughed and opened the door "All yours" I smiled awkwardly and went inside.
The color of your hair! Seriously! That's so cheesy!I can't believe she told everyone!
Though if I do say so myself it is brilliantly irresistible so I'm not ashamed. Almost.
I enter the doors and ran a hand through my hair, was it very hot inside or was it just me?
Probably both.
My eyes scan the whole place, I've been here before obviously but still I get stunned when I get the full sight of the club. There are lights of different colors, music so loud that your heart follows the beat, the scent of smoke and alcohol just everywhere and finally, people.
Lots and lots of people dancing and kissing and…doing other stuff.
I started praying in silence so that she hadn't done anything with anyone else while I was gone, but a bunch of girls came by my side after about 30 seconds when the light hit my face and my not so discrete blue hair and tattooed face are like magnets to the eye.
They interrupted me in middies of my prayer so just smiled like an idiot, an awkward idiot, not quite sure about what to do as they started cuddling closer and running their dirty intentioned hands above the line of my waist. Which I gladly appreciated, I had enough with their hot breaths against my neck.
'Have some fun man' I'm taken 'Well at least try harder to show that' leave me alone! I came here for Erza or…her! Not to have fun 'Then control yourself and look for her' I know! Just- 'Cause I like her' I know I do too 'I like that booty' Hey you perv, she's mine 'We'll see about that' but you're me!
This went on for a while until a familiar bossy voice made us all freeze.
"Hey! Get off him" and speak of the devil! We all turned around caught taking the cookie from the cookie jar. She walked to me with her seductive look and took the collar of my very opened shirt, pulling me away from the other girls and pressing my body to hers.
Our faces 2 millimeters apart, she smiled and kissed the corner of my mouth. God I hate her! Not once we've kissed! Ever.
Apparently it's the sole rule a prostituted doesn't bend, cause a kiss means love and they're just fucking around with people.
Yes a did felt a little sting in my heart when she explained this but she will, eventually.
I hope.
"Come here Jellal!" "What's wrong Erza? You okay?" "Yes! I just wanted to give you something" "What is that?" she gave me a peck on the lips taking me by surprise but I did loved it "A kiss!"
I know, True Love.
Guess I'll just keep praying.
She chuckled at my stiffness which made me stiffer, then she whispered close to my ear "You're mine" she said it I'm not making shit up. She proceeds to give a nib to my ear lobe and I was starting to lose it.
Fortunately I remembered that the whole purpose of coming here was that I seduce her!
'Idiot' I LITERALLY TOLD MYSELF.
So I decided to stop being cute Jelly 'Yeah show her tiger' oh I will me, you count on that.
I grabbed her head with my both hands and pulled her a little bit away so we looked into each other eyes, she was confused and my huge hands pressed her cheeks making her lips pucker.
She looked really cute and innocent, and I intend to keep her in her cage at least for tonight.
Obviously she tried to return to her Boss-Ass-Bitch self the instant she felt her cute feminine side show, but I didn't let her. I started working the magic on her neck and receive a very natural and genuine moan of her lips, which she cut off as soon as it came out but not before I heard it.
So ha!
She grabbed my hair and pulled me away but kept y face close to her "What do you think you're doing Mr. Fernandes?" she was having a hard time maintaining her voice steady.
I smile, she glares.
The story of my life.
"You've been a naughty girl, you're going to my room" she stared challenging at me "And who's making me?" I smiled darkly, she went silent then muttered to herself "Well someone's hor-" but I cut her off gripping her hand and we headed out of the club, even heard a "Holy shit" and smiled at that.
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