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Chap. 77: Sea Dragon's Bounty
"Good evening, Sir, Ladies," the older, gray-haired woman who greeted them at the podium just inside the Scarred Corsola greeted them with a wide, pleasant smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, but was better than most at the 'customer service smile'. "The name of your party, please?"
Alex took a moment to answer, as he was already staring around at the décor. He wasn't one for Water-types over any other, of course, in fact he considered them a little 'bad' since they were both so common, and effective against his go-to typing of Ground. But he had to admit, the whole 'underwater' thing the Gyms and now this restaurant had going for them was truly breathtakingly beautiful.
Still, he forced his attention back to the matter at hand, since he knew the girls were hungry. He was, too, of course… none of them had really had much in the way of lunch, since they were too busy getting ready for the night out. "Ward, party of five," he replied.
"Ward… ah, yes. You selected the three-course, is that correct? And you've requested that Angie be your server?"
"That's right," Alex nodded, and, as tradition demanded, he openly placed three hundred on the podium as thanks for the service.
"Excellent, Mr. Ward. Corinne here will show you to your table. Corinne, dear?"
Alex was quite surprised to see the woman smile not over at another, but down, at a pink, white-tipped creature he had seen a few of before. This one, however, was striking in several ways. Corinne did definitely look like coral, with her coloration and the growths that came from her round body, but several of those growths looked like they'd been broken off and only just started to grow back. Around those broken pieces, too, there was a series of pockmarks, three almost-circles of them, with the same darker coloration as the newly-regrown bits.
Scars, he realized, wondering if this Pokémon wasn't the reason for the restaurant's name.
"So, cor-so!" the two-foot-tall creature chirped with a strangely human-looking face made out of the same coral structure as the rest of its shell. It had no nose, but there were definitely two intelligent eyes and a mouth partially hidden by a series of apparently flexible cracks that bent and moved as it spoke.
At the stewardess' encouraging smile, he nodded, "Lead the way then, Corinne," and followed after as the Corsola waddled, shockingly quickly, through the dim lighting of the restaurant toward a table near the back.
All-told, he counted perhaps thirty total tables, half full at the moment as they were relatively early in the night. Just at a glance, he saw ten or more servers of multiple genders, some of which were Pokémon as well. A strange, squid-like one he'd never seen before walked along the ceiling, pulling up dishes from a used table and piling them upside-down into a tray with nary a sound, while a Horsea of a faint green-blue coloring and slightly larger than Elle's was helping wash down a table nearby by squirting soapy water onto it, then wiping with a cloth held in its twisted tail.
The atmosphere was chill and relaxed, and everything was tinged softly blue, because each of the walls was decorated like rock or coral from about his waist height down, but from there up, were tank upon tank filled with more Pokémon, and even what he might call actual, normal fish. A hundred, no, a thousand varieties of lake- or sea-dwelling creatures greeted them in environments either mixed or all to themselves.
Corinne led them to a table a bit removed from most of the rest, tucked back into a corner and partially hidden by a small row of additional tanks, where he could see two more Corsola chatting with each other beneath the water. Both of them had scars too, though smaller than Corinne's. "Cor-co-co-sol?"
He was no expert, but Alex thought he understood that question well enough… it was almost expected, anyway. "Yes, this is perfect, Corinne. Thank you. Should I tip you as well…?"
"So-co," the Corsola crooned, then looked pointedly toward a sign nearby.
Please do not tip the Pokémon. We all share tips together, but many of them cannot count properly. Thank you.
"Ah. I see. Well, thank you again, Corinne."
"Cor!"
Then with a happy-sounding smile and another croon, the Corsola began making her way back toward the podium as Alex started making his way around the table, pulling out chairs for Elle, Robin, and Megumi before seating himself.
"Gentlemanly of you," Elle giggled, as she'd already had her hand on her own chair.
"Well, sometimes," he laughed.
Angie, it turned out, was a woman in her mid-thirties if he had to guess, who brought out several appetizers and seltzer water to go with them on her first appearance. While both Elle and Robin had been a bit confused that she'd never asked for their order, both had understood easily enough when Alex explained, "It's not that kind of restaurant. There's only a few options: three, five, or if you're crazy, a seven-course meal. They bring what the chef makes for each course. Trust me, though, it's not going to be bad. After all the reviews I've heard from people, this is probably one of, if not the, best restaurant in the entire city."
The first course, which Angie had brought out with her, turned out to be some sort of Sea Scallops with thin pasta noodles, which she described as, "Our best Clamperl Scallops with Drifblim-string pasta."
It was, of course, delicious, and he had to remind Elle to reign it in a little. "This is just the first course, there's two more to come, and the next one will be heavier. I know you can eat plenty, but…"
"You calling me fat?" Elle giggled around a fork laden with the delicious seafood pasta.
"Not hardly," he snorted, "and you know it. Just take it slow, enjoy it. Food's not going anywhere."
Robin frowned as he spoke, and gave Elle a curious look, but the blonde didn't seem to notice. Instead, she only rolled her eyes, "Yes, daddy," and went back to eating, though she did so at a slightly slower pace.
Some forty minutes after she'd first appeared, Angie came out once more to clear plates, and asked, "How was everything so far?"
"Amazing," Robin exhaled breathily, "I've never had food so delicious. I'm not even kidding… that was excellent. My compliments to everyone who was involved."
"I'll let them know," Angie beamed, "it's also one of my favorites, even though only about half of the servers really enjoy it. Our chef is quite fond of it as well, said he makes it like his grandmother did, and he has no higher compliment to give it… though of course, that's tooting his own horn. I'll be right back with the next course, which is cedar-planked Goldeen. Our last course, when we get there, will be Magikarp Meunière, followed by a dessert option if you've still got the room, of course.
"Oh! Our entertainment for the evening will be a bit of music as well, it should be going on-stage in the next couple of minutes, and they'll be playing for about two hours before taking a break."
"Sounds great," Robin answered, and a few moments later Angie was walking away. Conversation, Alex was surprised to hear, was light and completely unconcerned with the night ahead. Megumi mostly seemed to want to talk about the food, Kinta how they would occasionally go out for dinners at nicer restaurants with their parents before their mother had died. Robin mostly seemed to want to talk about the Pokémon they were eating and the ethics of doing so when they were largely sentient, though she was only trying to convince Elle, who was a bit more squeamish about it. The blonde, in turn, kept up a rapid-fire conversation going with all three of the others, leaving him mostly to eat in peace and enjoy the quiet atmosphere, and the company of his friends.
Some time later, as they were finishing their last bites of Magikarp Meunière, Alex remembered to flag down Angie and tell her, "Sorry, I forgot to mention this earlier, but Franco over at the tailor down the street says hi."
Angie stopped, smiled, and laughed, "He would… been trying to get in my pants for years, but he knows I wouldn't do that to his wife. She's my best friend! I don't blame a guy for trying, of course, but unless I got the go-ahead from Mary, it'll never happen. I suppose you can tell him that if you see him next. I like the outfits, by the way. Custom made?"
"They were," Alex grinned, "based on a design from where I'm from. It's called a 'tuxedo'."
"Very nice. I like it. But I should get going, I don't want my other table's dishes to get cold. I'll be right back if you need anything?"
Waving off her concern for now, because even Elle decided she wouldn't be able to handle dessert too, the five of them soon settled their bill with Alex offering to cover it (which was declined by Robin and Megumi, but not by Elle or Kinta), and they were on their way outside to find a rickshaw or cab to take them further into the pleasure district, and their ultimate destination for the night.
At least, he hoped it was… while not being their ultimate destination period.
Even the exterior of the Sea Dragon's Bounty was exquisite, lavishly appointed, even a bit gaudy, but in a strangely tasteful way. As if it knew it was gaudy, and decided to revel in it rather than ignore it. Gold, silver, and gemstones of all types but mostly blue (he was sure they were fake, but they looked real enough) made up the sign, which twisted in a cursive form, and was capped with a dragon tail and whiskered head at either end. The walls were blue marble with white highlights that made them look like waves as lights set into the flowerbeds that surrounded the building played across them.
Even from outside, Alex could hear muffled music, and the very ground seemed to vibrate with a low thrumming like heavy waves on the shore. And the line… it was long. At least two hundred people stretched around two sides of the massive, cube-shaped building, which had more lights and, he guessed, music up on the roof since he could occasionally get glimpses of people while they waited.
They had been in line for twenty minutes, and moved forward only about ten places, when a smartly-dressed man, tall, with a goatee of black hair and thin eyebrows that zigzagged up and down a little approached them. "Mr. Ward's party?"
He blinked, "Uh, yes, that's me. I'm Alex Ward."
The man smiled beneficently, and glanced at the people around him, "Alright, you five are to follow me. You needn't have waited in line. Ms. Cooper sends her regards."
At once, people around them started protesting, "Hey, how come they get to go in? How come they can skip the line?" The man ignored them however, stepping back and gesturing up the empty edge of the parking lot.
More people complained as they walked, and slowly the man grew more and more tense in the shoulders. Finally, some ten or so people away from the door itself, the tall man whirled on the line, "Do you want to be blacklisted? Keep asking questions, then. They're going in because they're Ms. Cooper's personal guests, and it's none of your fucking business."
Everyone nearby went silent at once. Some stepped away from Alex's group, and a few of the men who'd been leering at the girls suddenly looked very much away. He snorted, rolling his eyes as he suspected the whole thing was a show put on for their benefit.
Still, the bouncers didn't do more than nod as the tall man, who was wearing all black with a high turtle-neck collar, strode through the doors with them in tow. Once they were inside in a quiet lobby, dimly lit, the man turned and sighed, "My apologies. I'm Reagan Carlisle, and I run… well, the club portion of the establishment for Ms. Cooper. She's asked me to give you a brief run-down of our facilities and what we have to offer, then remind you that everything you want to do tonight- every thing, every one, and anyone and anything- is on the house. She would like to meet with Mr. Ward and Miss Berkman, and of course the rest of you if you wish, sometime between eleven and one in the morning, but beyond that the entire place is yours. Even 'restricted areas', should you choose. Just tell anyone who asks who you are by name, and you'll be permitted everywhere. We want to show you that we have nothing to hide. Now, if you'll follow me for a few more minutes, I'll be able to guide you to where each of you might wish to go first."
He took them first to the main desk, where several people, both women, men, and even a few of the more humanoid Pokémon, were wearing very little (but not nothing, even in the Pokémon's case), and assisting with a small queue of customers. Most of those the bouncers let through, however, Alex saw immediately peel left toward the large, wide archway that had the same serpentine dragon, only this time spelling Club Sea-Scale. Another large portion moved to the right, with the sign overhead reading, Bountiful Brothel.
Reagan, however, led them to the side of the desk, "Anyone here will be able to assist with your every need. All of these Pokémon are Psychic-types, and capable of telepathic communication as well. They are not actually available for service, however, as the people who staff the desk are being either punished or rewarded as needed with that duty. You understand, minor infractions with a customer, or for good service. Some like the duty, some don't, hence it being used for both a reward and a punishment. Now, here down this hall, which you'll note is Employee Only, but is not- I'll repeat, not- off-limits to your group tonight and tonight only, is the offices for myself and the other leadership here at the Sea Dragon's Bounty. That's my office just there, and I'd be happy to help any of you with any needs you might have, even if they aren't directly related to the Sea-Scale."
He gestured out toward the large arch a moment later after turning, "Of course, that's the Sea-Scale there. It's got five floors, three of which are VIP-only, and yes, of course that includes you. Ms. Cooper has asked me to add you to that list going forward as well, which I've done. You will, after this evening, be expected to pay for the service, but I expect you'll find it's well worth the nominal fee… as it comes with complimentary drinks for the night, as well as a partner of your choice for dancing or… other fun. The lower floor is simply that, a dance hall. The upper, while it opens to the dance hall at the center, is age-restricted to licensed Trainers or eighteen, whichever comes first. Miss Berkman and Mr. Sugimoto, as Trainers, qualify of course. That's more of an adult club… do I need to explain what that means?"
Alex swallowed, "No, I think we've got it."
"Perfect," Reagan smiled, then gestured with his sweeping arm again before leading the way across the lobby to the other busy side, "And here, of course, are the rooms for our more intimate delights. Rest assured, all perfectly legal, and no one is here that doesn't want to be. Our girls, boys, men, women, and Pokémon are all well-compensated for their services, and enjoy the work and our rather unique Cerulean City spin on the age-old profession… just like the dancers in the Club. This woman here, my apologies if I don't introduce you as it seems she's talking to a client, is Madame Rouge. She's my counterpart for this side of the establishment, and if you need anything at all from here, she's your go-to. The kinkiest, most depraved wish you can think of, she and her team will be happy to accommodate."
"Sounds great," Robin giggled, "I've got a few of those already."
"Excellent," Reagan laughed with her, giving the rosette a look up and down, clearly undressing her with his eyes as well before looking back at Alex, "You've got excellent taste, Sir. Just for what my two pennies are worth. Now, this last section here will be a bit more boring, I'm afraid, but if you'll follow me…"
It was, in fact, boring. The final section they were shown to was nothing but a series of small offices, and a bank vault with a small counter in front of it, with a small bank of elevators on one side, and a larger one toward the front. "This bank will take you to the upper floors of the Brothel or Club, though they're mostly used for returning from there," Reagan explained, "and that smaller set goes to the remaining office space. Feel free to inspect everything you wish, of course. When you're ready to meet with Ms. Cooper, she'll be most likely working but will make time for you. Simply go to that bank, and swipe any of the ID cards you're given at whichever parts of the Bounty you're going to partake of. They'll be keyed to let you and your group up. There will be a security check at the top penthouse, of course… oh, I've forgotten to mention the upper floor and roof! That's our film studio, of course, and the private party for Ms. Cooper's personal invitees, which yes, includes you. Some of the biggest names in film, television, radio, and even politics are there… most every night, though of course who's there on a given night varies. But tonight, at least, you're on that list too. Play your cards right with Ms. Cooper, and she's implied to me and Madame Rouge that it might be on a more ongoing basis. At any rate, that's about it for my little part of your tour… any questions? A special request I can facilitate?"
"I'm gonna go get fucked, thanks," Robin laughed, waving off as she turned away, "Before fucking myself. Later!"
"Don't be late, we're going for one at the latest," Alex reminded her, voice a little louder than he liked in hope she heard.
At least the Combinant sent a lazy wave back. Reagan chuckled, shaking his head, "I'll sent a message to Madame Rouge that any of her clients need to wind up by twelve forty-five, that should give her time to clean up and recover."
"I'd appreciate that," Alex snorted.
"If you don't mind me saying, Sir," the darkly-dressed man smiled, glancing at the others, "I'm aware of your request for Mr. Sugimoto, here… but you're fine with sharing Miss… what was her name, my apologies… DeVerl? Yes, sharing her with… whoever? I was under the impression you were a bit possessive of your women."
"I don't own any of them," Alex muttered, "but Robin's not even technically my girlfriend. We've just… become intimate in the last couple of days."
"Not gonna stop me from getting fucked too, though," Elle grinned.
"And she wouldn't listen if I told her no," Alex laughed.
"Ah, my apologies, then," Reagan told them both with a bow, "I didn't want to presume. Well, Miss Berkman, will it be the Club or Brothel first, for you?"
"I want to dance," she smiled, already bouncing on her heels.
"I do as well," Megumi smiled.
"Of course. Would you like an escort, or…?"
"No, I think we'll be okay," Elle grinned, "we're allowed to keep our Pokémon, right?"
"No visit would be complete without them, and of course, they'll even be allowed past our Security check, too. Ms. Cooper has asked that you refrain from drawing them out without either a present threat or on her personal request, however, because it is technically against the Bounty's rules to engage in any sort of combat here. If you're looking to share a bit of fun with them, of course, that's entirely at your prerogative and no one will bat an eye."
"Alright, well… let's go, Megu!"
Reagan next guided the two men directly over to the desk, where another queue of gorgeous women and two Pokémon, a Gardevoir and a rather more-feminine-than-usual Jynx were helping another queue of people in a setup that seemed rather similar to the glory-hole booths at the Water Gym. "Madame Rouge, this is Alex Ward and Sugimoto Kinta. You remember Ms. Cooper's special guests?"
"Ah, yes, I've just finished helping Miss DeVerl with her request for the evening," the mahogany-tressed woman, buxom and curvy but showing just the faintest hint of aging around her eyes and mouth, smiled. "A pleasure to meet you both. Now, as I recall, you've asked for someone special, experienced but young, to assist Sugimoto-san with his first experience?"
"Y- Yes," Alex murmured, coughing. It was still a bit strange to even think about it. He barely knew either Sugimoto, but he'd fucked Megumi and no doubt would again soon, and here he was acting as the 'mature older brother' and setting up Kinta's first time… with a prostitute.
"Perfect," she murmured, and reached down with long-nailed fingers to tap loudly on a keyboard while watching the screen, "And it looks like Leah is ready… and Cassandra. Alright, Sugimoto-san… brunette or blonde? You'll get both this evening, I just need to know which you'll be enjoying first. It's on the house, of course: a special treat for our special guests. Not many get a threesome with two beauties for their first experience with a woman!"
Kinta gulped audibly, even over the sensual music playing in the brothel, which mostly drowned out the sound from the club across the lobby, "Er… b- blonde, I guess?"
He didn't glance at Alex, but the older young man knew he was working not to. He had been checking Elle out a lot, lately.
"Leah, then… Cassandra will be disappointed, but glad to help anyway. Alright, Sugimoto-san, here's your card. Just swipe that at the elevator, and it'll take you to the proper floor. Then, it works like a compass: follow the arrow, and when it starts blinking and vibrating, that's the door. Since they're on opposite sides, of course, use the arrow to figure out which one, and the same card will open that door. You have, like Miss DeVerl, until twelve forty-five to have as much fun as you like. And, of course, you're welcome to return later after your meeting with Ms. Cooper."
"Excellent," Reagan replied, then once more stepped back and swept his arm out toward the elevators.
Kinta didn't seem to know where to look. Even here, in the Brothel's own lobby that strongly resembled an intimate little bar, there were breasts on display openly, women grinding in men's laps, and one Growlithe licking between a heavy-set woman's thick thighs beneath her dress. Still, the young man cast a last, nervous glance at Alex, then headed for the elevators, his head on a swivel.
"Which means you're the last one left," Reagan murmured. "Now, Mr. Ward… may I recommend the second and third floors of the Club for you? I see a lot of potential in you to be a man of… certain methods of power. You're young, yet, and untrained, unsure… but I think with a bit of coaching, you could be something truly special to… let us say, some of the more elite of our clientele… and the more elite among all of Kanto's upper society. You might just have a certain itch to scratch yourself, or perhaps you could find yourself at scratching the itches of others. I'd be happy to show you… if you're interested. A private lesson… well, an actual lesson, don't worry, I'm quite as straight as you are. But there will be women involved, yes. I think we're a lot alike in that. If you'll indulge me…?"
Alex swallowed nervously, then nodded. "A- Alright. I suppose I didn't have any desperate need for any particular… service."
"Not yet," Reagan chuckled, then clapped Alex on the back as he started to lead him back toward the Club. "Come on, I think you'll enjoy this a lot. I've always been good at identifying people like me… and those who are made to serve us."
Alex didn't respond, he was too busy trying to figure out what the man had meant, as they walked into the club, then began taking stairs that wound around the crowded, thrumming dance-floor, where he caught a glimpse of Megumi and Elle dancing together and with several other people (all women, he noted, a knot of them that seemed to edge out every man who came too close), and then past what was obviously a strip club on the second floor.
On the third, however, Reagan paused and turned, the sound much muted. "This floor is… well, VIP, of course, but it's meant for a certain type of client and their pets. If I've misjudged you in some way, and this makes you at all uncomfortable, simply give the word… or walk away. And if not, if you feel like you belong here, well… welcome to a world beyond your current understanding… future King."
Without another word, but with a knowing grin, Reagan swept open the doors to the first VIP room of his Club, and Alex's eyes went wide even as his cock immediately started to swell in anticipation. Oh, this was going to be fun indeed.