"Well gentlemen, I'm sorry to be taken away like that, but we had some maintenance issues that needed fixing," I excused. The table of my Beacon guests all nodded sympathetically, no doubt seeing through the excuse for what it really was. In all honesty, it wasn't exactly for them, more for anyone who may be within listening range. Still, I did not miss the winces Peter, Bart and Ozpin shared when I downed my drink in one, deep gulp.
"It's quite alright Mr Eclair. I'm sure that the issue has been rectified, and that no other problems will arise tonight." Ozpin, quite obviously, was the quickest to play along, with Peter and Bart squaring their shoulders and chorusing their agreement.
"Thank you for the patience gentlemen. Luckily the issue was fixed in a timely manner, and I can enjoy our strip performance with you. I assure you both girls will astound," I said, perhaps laying it on a little thick.
"And who are the dancers, might I ask?" Bart questioned, adjusting his spectacles with an expectant glint in his eyes. Thankful for the change in conversation, I plastered an easy smile on my face, leaning forward.
"The first dancer is Melanie, one of the twins. She's one of the original dancers, and is known to have a rather excitable personality," I began. Ozpin snapped his fingers, remembering something.
"Your grand opening, and my first visit to your business, Melanie and her sister, Militia was it? They performed together, at the same time, didn't they?" He asked. Mentally, I screamed in frustration at the mention of Militia, hoping to forget what happened for just a few minutes, but I didn't let my internal thoughts show.
"Correct! Militia wasn't wanting to participate in stripping, so it's just Melanie. Our second performer, on the other hand, is Neon Katt. You'll like her very much, she was exceptionally enthusiastic during her interview!" 'Enthusiastic' was a way to put it. I still remember how easily she lifted her shirt, or how realistically she could moan on command.
Or how fast she started getting along with the girls. The washroom incident would forever be engraved into my memory.
Like before, a hush fell over the crowd as the room darkened. Stage lights shifted from their manufactured, yellow-white brightness to a much more fluorescent, pure white shade.
Eagerness spread amongst the audience like a spell, crowd members whispering with each other all the theories they had as to what to expect. I think they had figured at this point that the House of Ecstasy didn't perform your average show. We got creative!
A curious 'oooh' resounded around me as the music began. Contrary to the setting of a high end strip club, soft, angelic music rolled out of the sound system. Its charm was a sharp contrast to the lustful tones of red and mysterious shades of black that made a majority of the architecture, likely more fitting to be performed at a church.
Well, we might not be a church, but we certainly had an Angel.
Melanie stepped out from the curtains, her demeanour shy, which for anyone who knew her, was the precise opposite of how she usually was. Her outfit screamed heavenly, almost entirely coloured a soft shade of white. Long stockings with short laces reminiscent of a bridal gown covered her legs, a miniskirt with feathers at the hem wrapped about her waist.
Her upper half meanwhile was covered by a vest that was partially cotton, and partially sequinned, the buttons coloured grey to break up the white. Her hands were encased by elbow length gloves that had gold coloured cloth bands around the wrists. To cap it all off was a white headpiece, with a short 'wing' attached on one side, perfectly selling the angelic appearance.
She was beautiful, and as she swayed and waltzed over to the pole, her facial expression remained shy, demure, almost vulnerable. It was endearing, and yet it didn't stop the fact that this apparently virginal girl was about to strip for an audience of about 120.
Grasping the pole, her legs in a wide stance, she slooooowly bent over at the waist, arching her back whilst letting out a weak whimper. A few of the watchers had to readjust their sitting position at that.
She danced, her movements short, apprehensive, yet carefully orchestrated to show off her slim body for however much her outfit allowed. Ozpin hummed, but gave me a raised eyebrow, wondering about how this was gonna go, no doubt. I merely smirked, and waited.
Oh, it was coming, and soon.
Just as people began to wonder if they had gone to the wrong show, the music, so sweet, so calming, began to thump and rage with a growing intensity, a steady drum beat setting the rhythm whilst an electric guitar set your teeth on edge.
And just like the music, Melanie and her dance changed too. What was once a demure expression morphed to one of arousal and sexual stimulation. Her apprehensive movements sped up considerably, becoming confident, even foxy, one might say.
The first article of clothing to go was the vest. The grey buttons were fake, and it was instead held together by loose clips that separated under even the lightest amount of force. The garment flew, and underneath was a pitch black bra, though calling it a bra was exaggerating a little. The actual cups were incredibly small, only covering her nipples and pretty much nothing else.
The change in demeanour caused a stir in the crowd. Ozpin looked at me with wide eyes, looking, if not shocked, at least a little astounded. I couldn't help but feel a little smug, watching the crowd lean forward with rapt attention.
Oh, but Melanie wasn't done yet. The next piece to go were both her white stockings, again, specifically designed to be removed at a seconds notice. On her right thigh was a tight, black band that really showed off how soft and ample her thighs were, especially for her size.
And people loved thighs, with a couple low cheers sounding out from the audience.
Turning and spinning on the pole, eyeing the crowd with an almost aggressive arousal, Melanie ran her hands up her body, starting from her stomach, stopping at her chest to press the two breasts together, letting them go just to make them bounce and jiggle.
Of all the girls, Melanie had the smallest sized tits, and would perfectly fit in the palm of your hand. Which in and of itself was really nice.
But what she lacked in cup size, she more than made up in perkiness, her tits easily able to jump and bounce with her movements. And I was yet to hear or meet a woman loving man ever complain about bouncing boobs.
Anyway, her hands continued to climb up, to her neck, where she brushed her luscious hair back and away from her shoulders, hands reaching up and into the deepest recesses of her black locks, where she threw her angelic headband into the crowd.
Coincidentally, the headpiece flew right into Peter's hands, who looked mighty pleased with his prize.
The only thing left of her angel outfit was the feather miniskirt, and from the way her fingers danced at the waistband as she herself moved and swayed, it was clear that the piece of clothing wasn't long for this world.
After a raucous chorus of voices encouraging her to take off the miniskirt, Melanie complied, throwing the garment behind her. All she had on underneath was an incredibly tight black thong that was very close to just straight up revealing everything for everyone to observe.
The rocking music reaching a new crescendo of energy and excitement, Melanie, her fall from angelic to sinner complete, began the next phase of her dance in full. It was fast paced, energetic, her pale skin shining under the light. Her body almost constantly moved up and down, again, causing her tits to bounce with each motion.
The exertion of her dance also served to redden her face somewhat, matching her aroused and sinful expression.
Around us, the music slowed, as a guard approached the stage and handed over a short microphone to Melanie. Standing, using the pole as leverage, she tapped the mic, before speaking directly to the crowd, her voice deep and intriguing.
"Well, I hope you all are enjoying the show~," She questioned, getting a resounding chorus of 'yes's as her answer. Giggling, she strutted from one side of the pole to the other, addressing either end of the audience.
"Good~. Now I'm so happy to hear that you've enjoyed my dance so far, but we know you didn't come here just to see me twisted and writhe in a bikini, did you~?"
Oh hell no they didn't. The crowd, myself and the rest of the girls included, all gave an enthusiastic 'no!'
"Of course not~! You want to see what's underneath this skimpy little thong, don't you~?" That's what you want isn't it~?" She asked, her voice not dissimilar to one would use when praising a dog. For some reason everyone really seemed to like that. "Yeah, that's what I thought~. But the real question is; do you deserve it~? Have you all been good enough to see my tight little kitty, hm~?"
Quietly I chuckled, watching as the audience began chomping at the bit, many begging for Melanie to take it off. She sighed dramatically, turning around, which simultaneously showed off her ass while also allowing everyone to see her play with the simple bow knot above her rear that tied her thong together. With one pull it would come undone, and everything would be on display. That sent many into an excited frenzy.
Looking over her shoulder, smirking, she kept her back to the audience as she continued.
"Okay, since you've all been so kind, I'll take it off~. In 3~. . . 2~. . . 1~!" She counted down, the moment she reached 1, she undid the knot and pulled the thong off her body, holding it above her head like a trophy. Turning, her shaved and tight cunt was on full display, an absolute feast for the eyes. Melanie twirled the thong above her head, making to throw it.
As you can imagine, plenty of people held their hand up for the prize.
To my surprise, she actually flung the thong directly at me, forcing me to catch it out of reflex. Many cheered, some booed good naturedly, whilst Ozpin, Bart and Peter all patted my shoulder, the three of us laughing, delighted. Like the dutiful friend and employer I was, I stuffed the thong into my breast pocket, much to the crowd's joy.
"Heheheh, funny thing is, that's the owner, boys, and he had no idea I was gonna toss it towards him~," Melanie quipped, causing a small ripple of laughter to fall over the audience.
Now done with her stand up, Melanie tossed the microphone back to the guard, and finished up the last few moments of her dance. And what a pleasant finish it was. Obviously her pussy was given full attention, with plenty of high kicks and Melanie arching her back involved. And the crowd ate it up like they were starving, metaphorically that is. Only a few people got the pleasure of eating her out, myself and Neon to name a couple.
When the performance finally ended, and Melanie strutted off that stage with a swagger in her step, the crowd gave her a standing ovation. As they damn well should.
Once we all sat back down, Bart, Peter and Ozpin congratulated me on Melanie's performance, and the reception thereof.
"I must admit I am impressed! A short narrative told through a woman stripping, going from heavenly and innocent to devious and sinful, and all for our enjoyment," Ozpin said, with Bart and Peter sharing the sentiment.
"Thank you all. This is actually one of the rare performances where I had a hand in the majority of the conception. Usually it's about 50/50 between Glynda and myself, with some back and forth with the girls to further refine it," I explained, causing them to nod.
Around us, I heard a constant mutter of excitement, the crowd speaking in hushed tones about Melanie's performance. She had certainly left an impression, both with her dance, which no doubt would be making rounds on the internet for quite a while, and with her playful attitude at the end, the short bit of audience interaction will no doubt be on the mind and tongues of those who saw her performance. I'm figuring that the House will be mentioned to all of these people's friends and online for at least a couple weeks.
"Heeeey Boss man!" Turning, I saw Yang approaching, smile wide and her cheeks rosy. Waving at her approach, I held an arm out, allowing her to take a seat on the left side of my lap. "Didja see Mel's dance? Ooooo, she was so good! I didn't know her performance was gonna go like that!"
Chuckling, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, I nodded, as I was indeed impressed with Melanie's dance.
"Yes Yang, I saw. You're right, she did amazing. But c'mon now, don't be rude, we have guests with us," I said, causing Yang's rosy cheek to redden further. Sheepishly, she waved to Ozpin, Bart and Peter, who looked both amused and 'fascinated' by her. Hard not to be, to be fair.
"Heheh, I'm sorry gentlemen. I got a little excited, and forgot my manners. My name is Yang Xiao-Long," she greeted apologetically, scratching the back of her head, contrite. For some odd reason, Ozpin and his friends were all very quick to forgive the sexy blond with great boobs.
Who knew?
"You certainly seem to have a type of magnetism about you Mr Eclair. All your workers are some of the most attractive we've seen. Do you have some method that we've yet to discover?" Peter asked, half joking and half serious. Yang giggled, and looked at me with an expectant expression.
"Yeah Boss, how do you do it?" She wondered, walking two fingers up my chest and all the way to my chin, smirking. Chuckling, I scratched my cheek, thinking.
"Frankly, it might be the other way around. Perhaps attractive women pull me in, instead," I answered, shrugging helplessly. Bart laughed, slowly clapping his hands.
"A good answer! I reckon if you didn't give such a gratifying answer, Yang here might have been cross with you!" He joked. Ozpin and Peter laughed, just as amused, with Yang putting her face against my chest and giggling, just as entertained.
Raising her head, she smirked, booping my nose. Yang seemed to be in a fun loving mood tonight.
"Oh, the Boss man here is far too smart for that, he's a big ol' sweetie at heart. And that's how we love him," she saucily teased. Sighing in defeat, I allowed myself to be playfully ragged on. I didn't have such a weak ego that I didn't allow some playfulness by guests or workers.
"Ah, heh, well if you excuse us a moment Mr Eclair, my friends and I would just like to head to the bar a moment, if you wouldn't mind mind," Ozpin said, giving a polite nod to Yang and a myself as he, Peter and Bart headed for the bar, chuckling at some new joke.
Once they were out of ear shot, I leaned my face closer to Yang, speaking quietly.
"You're in a bit of a cheeky mood tonight. Anything I should know honey?" I asked her. She sighed, contrite, resting her cheek on my shoulder.
"Sorry Boss man. I was at one of the bars for a while, yah know, getting some clients to buy drinks and all that. A couple were just a little hard to get away from, and kept ordering drinks for both them and myself. I think I got a little tipsy," she admitted, pouting, looking up with those big, lilac eyes, silently asking for forgiveness.
Raising an eyebrow, I turned, eyeing both bar benches suspiciously, before feeling Yang gently turn my head back with her hand.
"They've already been tossed by security, they didn't really put up much of an argument anyway. I sort of figured that I needed to stick with someone while I tried to sober up a little. You were the first person I saw," she explained. 'Aha' in realisation, I pulled her close to my chest, allowing her to put her full weight on my body. Not that it was a lot of weight!
I knew better than to call a woman's weight anything but light.
Ozpin and his friends made their way back to the table a moment later, a few drinks in hand. Yang, even in her tipsy condition, slipped her professional smile back on, keeping her attitude positive and uplifting.
They arrived just in time too, as a small announcement came over the sound system.
'Ladies and Gentlemen, we hope you're enjoying the performances! Please note, for this next dance, the room will drop into near complete darkness. Please stay seated and safe during this time!'
And not half a minute later, the room darkened, and darkened further, leaving almost everyone completely in the dark. If Ozpin, Bart or Peter had a question they didn't ask. I could hear Yang give a little 'oh' when the lights turned off. She and the rest of the girls were of course informed that the House would be put into near complete darkness at this point, but they weren't exactly told why, just that it was part of Neon's performance.
Speaking of;
The curtains opened. A single white light focused on Neon as she walked forward. Her outfit appeared boring. A basic black, zip up hoodie, some black booty shorts, a black cap and a black face mask. Yes, it appeared boring. Tomboyish, maybe, but basic.
Until the lights changed!
In an instant the white light turned off, immediately an ultraviolet purple bathing the girl in its glow. Under the ultraviolet, the real look of her outfit was shown.
The face mask had neon green fangs painted on the front, her cap's bill being a neon red. Eyes travelling downward, her hoodie had a series neon purple, blue and red lines painted down, with gentle curves to give the illusion of Neon's actual figure underneath her clothes. Her shorts had two straight neon lines down their sides, coloured red and green.
Even her legs were painted, neon blue and green lines swirling around her legs like snakes, all the way down to her ankles.
The music began, a funky, excitable beat you may hear in a club. Neon in her element, performing very pop punk dance moves, her choreography having been a little difficult to come up with, but we did it! And damn did she pull it off.
Rather than dancing on the pole, Neon more danced around it for a while, showing off her painted lighting to the crowd, hypnotic in its intensity and colour.
Eyes were fixated on Neon's performance. How could they not? How could you possibly rip away your eyes and focus on something else when this beautiful tomboy was dancing, light drawn directly onto her body and clothing in the form of neon? How many times did you see that in your daily life?
Oh, but the neon clothing wasn't what everyone was interested in.
Slowly, Neon grabbed the zipper to her hoodie, pulling it down at an agonising pace. The audience held their breath, anticipation seething through the crowd.
The clothing dropped, and her upper body was on full display. As was the theme, her skin had lines and swirls of purple and red neon, starting from the back of her neck down, sliding up her sides and tracing the contours of her breasts. Believe it or not, those had neon on them too, with bright yellow circles painted in her nipples. The neon continued to her midriff, turning inward and towards her as of yet hidden crotch.
The crowd ate it up, cheering as she danced, now using the pole more actively. Lifting herself up, she turned her body upside down, wrapping her legs around the pole and swinging around, much to the audience's amazement.
Smoothly landing on her feet with nary a sound, she turned and swung herself around playfully. For those listening to the music, they would notice an interesting new sound added to the beat. And to those that weren't really listening to the music, they were still about to notice the new sound.
We hadn't wasted her talent for moaning so realistically. We recorded a few minutes worth of moans and ran it through a little auto tune to sort of 'music-ify' it, adding it to the music, and therefore adding to the atmosphere.
Yeah, the crowd loved that.
Low, high, fast, slow, Neon's dance was everywhere, often including bounces or sways to draw attention to her painted chest.
She slowed to a near stop, tilting and rolling her hips for the crowd, the fingers of one hand crawling down her side to the waistband of her shorts. She teased the crowd, pulling at the fabric, beginning to remove the clothing only to stop, and pull them back up.
C'mon Neon, be kind to this pack of perverts, take them off would you?
As if hearing my silent plea, Neon gave mercy to the audience. She stood in front of the pole, one hand raised above her head and holding onto the pole as the other played at taking off her shorts.
Deftly, she slowly lowered herself down to the ground, taking off the shorts once her rear touched the floor of the stage. As you can imagine, her thighs were painted with lines of neon paint as well, the very ends of each line all pointing to one spot, her shaved pussy, which had a neon red love heart painted just above it.
What can I say, we loved our theatrics here at the House.
With the crowd cheering, Neon continued her dance in full force.
She had them in the palm of her hand, the moans, music, neon and twisting dance whipping them up into an excited frenzy. She thrust her hips, turned on the pole, lowered herself with her ass facing the crowd, raised herself back up and then turned again. The music reached a slower section, with a constant beat filling the room. Neon leaned on the pole, her arm under breasts and pushing them up, raising herself up on the balls of her feet and landing back down in time with the music, her body rippling with the movement.
The sounds of her moans on the sound system became the only sound in the room, as Neon turned on the pole, once more facing the crowd. Steadily, she once more lowered herself to the ground, simultaneously spreading her thighs. Now on her knees, and with her crotch on full display, Neon lowered the face mask, her lips a light green neon colour. Smiling at the crowd, she blew them all a big kiss.
And the crowd loved it!
"Alright girls! I'd say that our first night with stripping performances was a great success!" I announced. The House was now closed, the audience having left just 30 minutes ago. The girls, minus Glynda and Militia, were all seated in front of me, still in their dancing outfits, whilst I stood on the stage. Well, technically Neon and Melanie were naked or near naked, but I digress.
"Melanie and Neon had almost turned the House's audience into wild animals in their seats. So yeah, I'd call it a minor success," Nebula joked, causing a laugh to ripple through the girls. I chuckled with them, shaking my head, amused.
"Yes, yes, they did a very good job. You all did, of course! Tonight was a huge success! You should all be proud," I congratulated them. They applauded, smiling widely, happy with themselves and each other, laying special congratulations on Melanie and Neon.
Clapping twice, I brought their attention back to me real quick, "Thank you. So, real quick; Since tonight was our busiest night to date, the House will be closed for 24 hours, give you all a chance to recuperate your strength. How's that sound?"
Of course that sounded good. Who didn't like a day off from work every once and a while? The girls cheered, and after I concluded our staff meeting, they went off to chat in their own groups, or headed to the dressing room to change into more normal clothing.
However, I had something a little more pressing to attend to. Searching the foyer, I saw Melanie on her own, rubbing her sore ankles. Seeing my approach, she waved, leaning back in her seat.
"Hi Boss man! How'd you like my dance? Think I rocked the 'innocent angel' look?~" She asked, smirking, clearly satisfied with herself. Chuckling, I sat next to her, crossing one leg over the other.
"You were amazing, Mel. I do think we should have added a few lines of black paint in a similar way to the lines we added on Neon, but that's on me, and we can add them on your next shift. Did you enjoy the performance?" I inquired. She shrugged, lazily laying herself over my lap, humming in consideration.
"I admit, I was a little nervous at some parts. I've never stripped in front of so many people before, yah know? Still, I can't deny, it was kind of exhilarating, to be enticing so many people with my own, heheh, 'natural charms,' know what I mean~?" Oh yeah, I knew what she meant. Especially since Melanie began to slide herself up my body, now sitting on my lap with her face close to mine.
She blinked when I put a finger to her lips, stopping her from getting closer.
"Before that, mind just coming with me up to my office hon? Just for a quick chat," I asked her. She raised an eyebrow, confused, but nodded.
"Uh, sure? If we do though, can I borrow a coat or something? It's actually a little chilly," she asked. Nodding, I shed my suit jacket and wrapped it around her, with her sighing comfortably.
We then stood, and I led her up to my officer, the silence between us just a touch awkward. Maybe it ate at her a little, so I guess she decided to talk as we walked.
"Uhm, am I in trouble for tossing the thong to you without actually telling you I would?" She questioned. Laughing, I gestured to the point of my chest where the breast pocket for my jacket was. Blinking, she reached into the pocket, pulling out the thong, her lips pulling into a grin. She put the thong back into the pocket.
Entering my office, I saw Militia and Glynda sharing the loveseat. Militia was laid down, her head resting on the older woman's lap, seeming a great deal calmer than last I saw her.
Melanie looked to me, eyebrow raised, before looking back to Militia, who sat up at seeing her sister.
"Hey sis, didn't see you out on the floor. You okay? Not feeling sick are you?" Melanie asked, taking a seat next to her sister, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Glynda rose, taking a place next to me so the twins were sitting by themselves.
"I'm alright Mel. There was just an incident a few hours ago, so Glynda and I just stayed up here for a while. I'm sorry that I missed your performance sis," Militia apologised, bowing her head in regret. Melanie's eyes widened a touch.
"Incident? What incident, what happened?" She questioned. Turning to me, she gave me a reproachful glare, silently telling me to explain what happened to her sister, or face the consequences. I raised my hands up to my chest in surrender.
"Militia was going, I believe it was the dressing room, was it?" I asked Glynda, who nodded. "Right, anyway; she was headed for her lunch break, when a now ex-guest approached and pinned her to a wall. Now before you get mad!"
Melanie stopped, half standing off the loveseat, having shot up at the mention of her sister being harassed. With the help of a few calming words from her Militia, she sat back down. I continued;
"Now thankfully nothing happened besides that. She pressed her beeper, and one of the guards, Rodriguez intervened within the second. We took the necessary steps after that. Grover and I instructed him on how bad of an idea that was. His picture has been shared with the rest of the guards, and he's been given a life time ban. He so much as breathes in the direction of the House, we'll be on him," I finished.
Now understanding what happened, Melanie lost a majority of her anger, instead wrapping an arm around her sister and pulling her close. Glynda stepped forward, kneeling before the two.
"Mr Eclair has given every girl the day off tomorrow. For you two, you'll also be given an extra day, to further help you de-stress. Is there anything else we can do to help you both? Will you two be okay?" She asked them. The two looked at each other, having some silent conversation that only Twin's could have, before shaking their heads.
"No thank you Glynda. Thank you for taking care of my sister, and for dealing with the prick that harassed her. We'll probably stay at home for the next couple days, if I'm honest," Melanie said. I nodded, and told them they can hang out here until they felt good enough to go home. Militia sighed, the day's stress flowing off of her as she laid down. Glynda and I, after a final check, exited the office and headed to the foyer, taking a seat that was off to the side. We plopped ourselves down, and sighed, tired.
"What a day," I muttered.
"Yes, it was certainly trying," she agreed, leaning back in the chair and resting her head against the wall. We sat in silence for a while, tired, watching the girls chat amongst themselves as they prepared to go home.
Two incidents in one day. Granted, one incident was much more serious than the other, but still.
"When you say that you 'instructed him on why that was a bad idea,' what did you mean exactly?" Glynda asked, breaking me from my reverie. I turned, not understanding what she meant for a second, before the metaphorical light bulb went off in my head. I leaned back, letting out a deep breath.
"What I meant by that was that Grover and I broke at least three teeth, crushed his nose, and otherwise bloodied his face," I explained, voice sounding as tired as I felt. She side-eyed me, giving an 'mhm.'
"And how does that make you feel?" She asked me. It was a good question. How did it make me feel exactly? I had my little moment of noir-style contemplation in the mirror, but I didn't really get a chance to ruminate on it afterwards. I sighed.
"I can't exactly put it into words. Logic tells me that it was a necessary step to keep one of our girls safe. That without an administering of punishment, word would get around that we don't protect our dancers, which would be all sorts of bad," I began, palming my face. She gave a small nod, seeing my point, before turning to me with a questioning glance.
"And what does the illogical part say?" She asked. Ah, the illogical part. That frustrating little voice in your head that sends all sorts of stupid words and feelings in your mind. The stuff that could and often has been taken advantage of.
"The illogical part says that I did something bad, for a good reason, to keep more bad things from happening to what and who's good about this place," I said. She blinked, needing to take a moment to comprehend what I just said. Yeah, the illogical stuff in your head often didn't make sense. I have been told multiple times that I'm soft for this job. Being so touching and borderline romantic with the girls who will strip and dance for a dozen men a night, all on my orders, and payroll.
But at the drop of a hat I put my fist into some stupid fuck's face, getting bored and annoyed by it all and ordering my head of security to continue while I wash myself off. Illogical action at its finest.
"Would you do it again?" She wondered. I didn't even really have to think about it.
"Yes."