The Pink Panther
Avina Garamond
Chapter 7B
The Pink Panther was having a rather slow night. Tonight, there was a whopping three new performers that were offered at lower prices. All of his customers abandoned him.
He sat on Sephiroth's lap, drinking from his cocktail occasionally. That was fine with Sephiroth, who hated cocktails. Vincent's head was on Sephiroth's shoulder. They whispered to each other at times. Vincent felt warm and cuddled Sephiroth as much as he could without attracting attention.
One of the new performers left. That was odd. No one leaves The Hall early... Vincent prepared himself for a line. It wasn't as large as what they usually got. But... it was a line nevertheless. As always, Vincent cast his eyes down the line, sizing them up so that he could be prepared. He stilled. The second man in line was... Paul.
"The Pink Panther will see you to your room momentarily," Sephiroth said quickly, seeing how Vincent was not off his lap yet. Vincent stood up sharply.
"Get out of the line. I'm not taking you," Vincent spat viciously at Paul. Paul looked up flabbergasted.
"What?"
"You're not my customer anymore. Get out of line." The rest of the customers looked at The Pink Panther stunned. Could he do that?!
"I'm paying you," Paul muttered.
"Out! Out, or I'll call the fucking security!" Vincent's voice rose. Paul looked at Sephiroth helplessly. He received only Sephiroth's cold glare.
"You heard him. Get out of line. You should have thought of the consequences before." Paul's jaw dropped. He glared at Vincent.
"Fine, you whore! I don't need you." He stomped out of the Hall in outrage. Vincent turned on his sharp stilettos and took his customer's hand gently.
"I apologize for the wait. Shall we go, Sir?" he asked humbly. Never had Sephiroth seen Vincent sink so low into his title. The man shamelessly groped Vincent's ass.
"Only if I get a discount for the wait."
"Twenty dollar discount, no less," Sephiroth said. The man nodded and hung onto Vincent's thong as The Pink Panther took him to his room.
~*~
Vincent emerged half an hour later to take a new customer. He also insisted on the discount which Sephiroth politely said that it was going to be a no. The customer still took Vincent in. Unfortunately, he was also Vincent's last. The others left since there was no more time left for them at the Hall. Vincent counted up his pathetic $130. Sephiroth looked at his crestfallen face.
"If you want, we can have a quickie before my work?" Vincent shook his head glumly.
"It matters to me when we have sex. I don't act like a prostitute for you." Sephiroth felt a pang of guilt.
"Okay..." He drove Vincent home, had a cup of coffee, a shower, and was out the door. Vincent curled into his pillows. The $130 was insignificant. He simply put in his wallet for any cab fees.
Sephiroth spent the day arguing at work with his vice president. Sephiroth wondered if he should fund a training program. The man kept shaking his head, saying it would be a waste of money. Sephiroth only hired those who came out in the top ten of their class. If they had to train any lower, they would be less productive. Sephiroth sighed. He wished he could help Vincent out somehow.
Vincent woke up. It was still a few hours until Sephiroth would come home. He started checking through his accounts. Nothing. No e-mail, no interview to schedule. He frowned. He had received plenty of spam e-mail. He wondered which website sold off his e-mail address.
He heard the key scrape in the lock and came out to greet Sephiroth. He smiled and received a smile back.
"Hey, what's for dinner? I'm starved," Sephiroth asked. Vincent blushed.
"Uh... I didn't do anything." Sephiroth shrugged.
"TV dinner it is then. I managed to argue all of lunch break with my vice president."
"Ah. About what?"
"I was wondering if we could offer a training program. You know... so that instead of finishing in the top of their class, our new employees can simply go through a training program."
"Oh..." Vincent knew the only reason Sephiroth would even consider being less productive was for him. "Did it work?"
"No."
The answer was short, sweet, to the point. Like a switchblade.
"I'll warm up your dinner," Vincent offered, walking into the kitchen. Sephiroth's eyes followed him. He knew Vincent was disappointed. Vincent poked the plastic covering Sephiroth's dinner and put it in the microwave. Sephiroth stalked up behind him and hugged him.
"Hey... I'm sorry."
"Its alright. You tried," Vincent said, holding Sephiroth's hands on his waist. "I love you." Sephiroth smiled.
"Me too..." He kissed Vincent's cheek and sat at the kitchen table. Vincent gave him his dinner and started warming up one for himself. Sephiroth peeled the plastic off his meal and threw it away. He dug the fork into the meatloaf.
The microwave beeped obnoxiously, signifying the end of Vincent's TV dinner. He too took a minute to take the plastic off and find himself a fork. They ate in silence. Sephiroth asked how the job search went. Vincent shook his head.
"Nothing." Sephiroth kept quiet. He knew Vincent's moods now, and the current one was of sheer unhappiness. But Sephiroth knew the cure to that.
Dinner aside, Sephiroth kissed Vincent. Their lips met. Sephiroth quirked his tongue over Vincent's mouth, requesting entrance. Vincent willingly parted his lips and slid his own tongue into Sephiroth's mouth. Sephiroth had to admit, when it came to tonguing, Vincent far surpassed him. Actually, Vincent surpassed him in many intimate things.
Vincent tongue danced in his mouth, flicking over sensitive spots but always leaving that distinct feeling of "Vincent was here" on Sephiroth's tongue. Sephiroth's tongue was slower, but he was stubborn, and if Vincent's tongue was dancing too much, he quelled it by pressing it down and licking it into the bottom of Vincent's mouth. Vincent only laughed.
Their kisses didn't stop, not when they stood up, not when Sephiroth pushed Vincent against the wall. Vincent moaned, feeling Sephiroth's erection through his pants. Sephiroth raised Vincent's shirt up, just enough to tease him. Vincent growled. He didn't like it when Sephiroth teased him. Foreplay was nice and all, but... Sephiroth was so slow. Heavens know how he managed to keep an erection while teasing for half an hour.
Vincent harshly pulled Sephiroth's pants down. Sephiroth pulled away from Vincent and looked at him accusingly as if to say "My balls feel cold and its all your fault." Vincent ducked down. He was on his knees and he nudged Sephiroth's thighs, quietly commanding him to spread his legs. Sephiroth stepped out of his pants and put his legs a shoulder's width apart.
Vincent nibbled on Sephiroth's cock delightedly. Sephiroth groaned. He placed his hands on the wall while Vincent groped his ass, coping a good feel before holding onto his hips for balance. He took Sephiroth into his mouth, bit by bit. He let his gag reflex work around Sephiroth's dick before it became tired and took a hike.
Sephiroth moaned in earnest. He was watching Vincent suck him off, the pretty mouth in a circle around his aroused flesh. Slowly, Vincent began the process of taking Sephiroth in and pulling out. Sephiroth watched Vincent cheek hollow, as if a vacuum were in his mouth, not a dick. Ah, and it felt so damn good too.
"Ah!" he moaned as Vincent's tongue joined the play. It rubbed along the base of his cock while Vincent's suction power was bringing him to the edge of cumming.
"Ah! Vincent! Ah!" he moaned, squirming to get away from Vincent's talented mouth before he choked him. Vincent took the warning and pulled nearly out and held his mouth open to receive the sperm. Sephiroth need only to squeeze the base of his cock for it spurt liquid into Vincent's mouth. Vincent swallowed happily, and licked his lips seductively, hungry for more.
"Come back up here," Sephiroth growled. He hastily put his fingers into his mouth to lubricate them. Vincent slid up the wall, removing his pants on the way. His finger's tangled in Sephiroth's silver pubic hair, and he stroked the treasure trail, lifting Sephiroth's shirt out of the way for a moment.
Sephiroth drew Vincent's hand away from his returning erection and put his two saliva-coated fingers into Vincent's entrance. Vincent asked for another, which Sephiroth easily inserted. Vincent moaned and rode them a few times, making sure Sephiroth watched.
"Need you now..." he whispered. Sephiroth spit into his hand to put some lubrication on his cock. To his shock, Vincent slapped his hand.
"Forget the lubrication. Fuck me," he said. Sephiroth gave Vincent's lusty face one glance and thrust.
"Ah!" Vincent cried out. Sephiroth thrust again.
"AH!" Vincent's face contorted into an almost pained expression, but the buck of his hips told Sephiroth this was exactly what he wanted. Sephiroth thrust again, deep and too his very balls, eliciting a sharp smack!
"Ah! FUCK!" Vincent hooked his leg around Sephiroth's waist. Sephiroth held it, kept it steady. His thrust became deeper if possible from the position. He literally fucked Vincent into the wall. Vincent's eyes were glazed as he watched Sephiroth's bangs bounce up and down on his face. Sephiroth in turned watched his dick thrust in and out of Vincent at the breakneck pace he set.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! AH! AH! AH! AH! AHHH!" Vincent cried out and came, shooting cum at Sephiroth's stomach. Sephiroth kept plugging in, oblivious to Vincent's clenching muscles. He shot hot sperm into Vincent's opening. He pulled out, limp member flopping to his legs, leaving a wet spot on them. Vincent set his foot back down on the ground. He hugged Sephiroth for support.
Sephiroth breathed heavily into his shoulder, panting for oxygen. Vincent felt himself drip onto Sephiroth's pristine carpet.
"Fuck..." he muttered. Sephiroth chuckled.
"Fuck indeed. That was... new." Vincent took off his shirt.
"I'm going to get changed. We still have time to get to The Hall." Sephiroth nodded. He walked into the kitchen to clean himself off with a damp paper towel before putting on his suit again.
They were heading for just another night at The Exhibition Hall – home of The Pink Panther.