Arlo
What do I like...? Before I have time to process, Nesi steps back and pulls me onto my feet by my wrists. The music in this place is pounding against my eardrums. It's not something I'm used to. Neither this place nor the nightclub scene, especially since it's still morning outside. Clubs aren't my thing, and being in one with the sunrise breaking through feels strange.
"Yeah!" Derek yells from behind me. "What a lucky piece of—" I can't hear the rest of what he says. I'm too far away.
"What are we doing?" I ask Nesi as she pulls me out onto an empty dance floor.
She backpedals while answering, still dragging me along. "What?" she starts. "You've never danced with a topless girl in a thong before?"
I gulp. My cheeks feel warm, and I don't think it's just the intense lights beaming down from the ceiling. "Uh, believe it or not, no."
"There's a first time for everything, I guess," she snickers. She takes my left hand and places it on her hip. Her skin feels soft, smooth, and warm to the touch. My fingers intertwine with the thin, lacy black strap of her thong. It's surprisingly silky for such a narrow piece of clothing. Her right hand moves to my shoulder, and she squeezes it. With my right hand and her left hand, we hold hands and extend them to the side in the air next to us. Does she know how to dance? Maybe something classical? Because I feel like we're about to tango.
"I'm no expert on club dancing..." I start. "But I don't think this is how you're supposed to dance in clubs."
Nesi laughs and shrugs as we start moving. "You know what they say... Dance like no one is watching."
We glide across the floor, which is empty except for us. Backwards, forwards, side-to-side, we move in all different directions. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm doing my best to follow her lead. I'm not sure if my hand is sweaty or hers. It must be mine, and I glance at our hands in the air, clinging and locked to each other. My left hand tightens around her waist and slips up and under her thong. What a distraction... Her hand feels strong, a firm grip that helps guide me through the dance moves. I miss a step and accidentally stomp directly on her foot.
"Ow!" she screams.
We stop, and I glance down, remembering she's still barefoot. She's tall, eye-level with me without shoes on. She'd probably look amazing in a pair of heels. I release her hand and take a step back, apologizing profusely. "Oh, my God! I'm so sorry!" I yell over the music. "Are you okay?"
Nesi hops, her injured foot hanging in the air. The top of it is already turning red. She lowers it back to the dance floor, gently placing her toes down and keeping her foot pointed. She looks down at it, then back up at me. "Yeah, I'm fine, you idiot," she replies. She steps forward and readjusts our hands to the position they were in before I accidentally stomped on her foot. Once again, we move around the dance floor, guided by the beat, but Nesi's guidance is the best.
As we spin around, I steal a glance at Derek and Zach, who watch us, but they seem bored. They couldn't care less about dancing and would rather make a move on Nesi the moment I'm not around. I'm surprised that she's focused on me and not them. I gaze at her, finding it unusually easy to maintain eye contact now. Something about Nesi compels me to stare into her dark eyes. I don't want to look away. Her tits bounce as we increase our steps, but I manage to keep up. It's not as complicated as it appears, and we've found our rhythm. Though, I have no idea what dance we're doing. I'm not sure if Nesi knows either. We're both just going with the flow, and this is a flow I could get used to. "Where did you learn to dance?" I inquire.
Nesi grins at me. "Go ahead."
"Huh?" I arch an eyebrow as we do another spin and step to the music. "Go ahead, what?"
She laughs and shakes her head only slightly. "You're dying to look at my tits as we dance around. So do it already."
That makes me look away. "Gee..."
Nesi snaps her fingers in front of my face. "Stop finding excuses. Stop questioning what I say. Just do it," she almost commands.
"Okay..." I say with no confidence at all.
I gaze down at her tits, which are no longer red, but they bounce in perfect sync with our steps and the music. Nesi moves her hand from my shoulder to the back of my head, running her fingers through my thick hair. It's an indescribable sensation, a feeling of melting, perhaps? That's the word. As she grips my hair, I let out a grunt. "Yeah... You enjoy that," she teases. She leans back and pushes my head into her chest, taunting me just enough so that my tongue can't reach. I still try, which explains why my tongue again sticks out, searching for a target. She walks backward, and I eagerly chase after her, even if her hand isn't firmly holding me in place. Her tits bounce in front of my face, and I manage to lick them briefly before she pulls me back up by my hair.
I lick my lips as we lock eyes and continue our rhythm, her hand on my shoulder and mine on her hip. Our hands squeeze together as we twirl around the room. "Yeah... I enjoy that," I almost repeat her words verbatim as I stare into her captivating eyes. She compels me. I can't look away. I won't look away.
Nesi gives me a little smile. "How is someone like you single?"
"That's a long story..." I say. Now, I look away.
Nesi releases my shoulder and grips my jaw, forcing my face back to her. "No, stop. I like when you stare at me like that."
I nod. "Okay."
Has something, or someone, ever just felt so right? The moment she stepped out from behind the curtains, I swear the world slowed down with it. The vibrant lights of the club illuminate the dance floor, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on our bodies. The pulsating music envelopes us and fills the air with that same rhythmic energy.
We come to a halt, our bodies still swaying to the infectious beat. A symphony of sights and sounds surrounds us, blending into what some may call a complete sensory overload. I lift our intertwined hands and, with a flourish, twirl her around. I stop her before she completes the spin and stare at her back, our bodies still bouncing to the melody.
With the help of the music, Nesi stomps her foot and moves backward in a graceful dance, making us both walk in tandem. My gaze is drawn to her arousing form, further highlighted by the snug thong that emphasizes her curves and grinds against my crotch. I playfully smack her ass. Our bodies press together, and her head tilts. I don't wait and move my head over her shoulder since she invites me to do so.
I surrender to the rhythm. But more importantly, I surrender to Nesi. My hands find their place on her hips, which move in sync with the melody. Her foot stomps to the beat, leaving a little sweaty mark with every touch of her sole to the floor. She reaches up, wraps her arm around my head, and entangles her fingers through my hair. Her fingers work like magic when they find my hair, making me wrap my arms around her. The lights. The music. The rhythm. Nesi's perfection. Every sensation peaks, and every sway of our bodies feels electrifying. It's impossible to resist the allure of this woman.
How could this be the same girl that was standing behind a counter of a fast-food restaurant? It seems so unjust that someone so captivating is trapped in a mundane existence. Yet, in this moment, none of that matters. The world fades away, leaving only the club's pulsating energy and Nesi's overwhelming presence.
Her hair carries a pleasant scent reminiscent of a dense alpine forest. I grab her lacy thong and pull it back until it snaps against her perfect skin. The sensation of her body entices me, and my hands glide around her to the abs that I know await me. She seems like such a mystery, like a puzzle waiting to be solved. Even as she dances, her calves visibly bulge with each step. My fingers slip between her defined abs, tracing every groove and pressing against each chiseled square. "Your touch is something else..." she murmurs, now placing one of her hands on mine that explores her abs.
"I'm... I'm not normally like this," I whisper into her ear.
"Oh yeah? Am I that special?" she whispers back.
I make a little 'x' mark on one of her abs. Then an 'o' on another part of her abs. "I guess so..."
Nesi guffaws and loses it when she realizes what I'm doing. "Oh my God. Arlo! Are you playing tic-tac-toe on my abs? Are you challenging me?!" She turns and looks at me over her shoulder.
I didn't think she would notice. "Guilty."
She spins around so we're face-to-face again. "Do you like my abs?"
"Yes..." I say immediately.
Nesi snaps her fingers. We've finally stopped dancing despite the music still going. "I forgot... I wanted to ask you something," she says.
I shake my head back and forth to focus when her tone gets serious. "Sure."
She gently touches my arm. "That guy at the restaurant gave you his business card, right? It was white?"
I nod. "Yeah, he hasn't called me to set up the interview yet."
"Do you have it?" Nesi asks.
"No. I didn't think to bring it to a club..." I admit.
Nesi rubs the back of her head. "Right. The one he gave me was black. He approached me in the parking lot."
"Black? The business card he gave you was black?" I ask to make sure I heard her right.
"Yeah. I wanted to compare the two. Since something sounds weird, like we're both about to get scammed."
I shrug. "I knew something like that was too good to be true."
Nesi folds her arms over her motionless tits, which feels strange to me since I'm used to seeing them bounce. "Yeah..." She scans the club, prompting me to do the same. Derek and Zach are gone and nowhere to be found. I assume they left when Nesi showed more interest in me than them. This is unusual, but I'm glad Nesi is talking to me instead. It gives me an advantage over those jerks, considering that women usually chase after them. I'll have to rub that in their faces later.
"You never answered my question..." Nesi says, her tone suddenly shifting from serious to playful. It's easy to move on when something seems like a scam. It's not worth the risk, and that's precisely what Nesi does.
My eyebrows perk up. "About what?"
Nesi moves her hands behind her back and sways back and forth, making her tits sway with her. Finally, I love seeing those things move. Bounce. Sway. I don't care. "About your kinks."
"Seems like you're about to find out," a familiar voice says.
We both spin around to see the man who gave us the business cards. Well, the two different business cards. "Small Coffee?!" Nesi yells.
I scratch my head. "Small coffee?"
"That's the name I gave to this guy..." Nesi answers, motioning to the man.
I turn and see the man, who is apparently full of different-colored business cards. "Oh, yeah, that makes sense," I lie.
Nesi stares at Small Coffee. "How long have you been here?" she demands.
He grins. "Long enough to know that you two will be perfect."
"Perfect for what..." I ask, my voice a little shaky.
Small Coffee claps his hands repeatedly. "You'll be happy to know we've moved your interviews up."
Nesi and I exchange a questionable look. Given what we know now, the scam may be right in front of our faces. "To when?" I ask.
Small Coffee smirks. "Right now." He snaps his fingers.
A group of four men push through the backdoor of the club with enough force that it smacks into the wall it's attached to. Above the doorframe is a label: Management. These aren't normal-looking security guards, either. Since I can't tell, these guys, or gals, are fully dressed in tactical gear. Each of them carries an assault rifle, and all of them wear a mask that makes it impossible to see who they are. None of them have skin showing. As they get closer, I see a small patch with an octagon-looking logo on their chests and the name O.O.S. Entertainment below it.
"What the hell is this?!" Nesi yells, bracing herself.
"I'm sorry, Nesi," a new voice says in a thick accent.
Nesi turns and stares at the larger man, as do I. He's dressed in a button-down, tie-dye shirt and khaki shorts. It's an odd choice of clothing, considering the time of year. It's not necessarily warm outside. "Jamaal?! You're in on this?!" Nesi snaps.
Jamaal throws his hands up in self-defense. "Referring you to them was too much money to pass up."
"You betrayed me?!" Nesi yells. "Do you know how many clients I've brought to you? How much money I've made Panic?! Despite not even working for your Jamaican ass!"
Jamaal puts his hands into his pockets. "All that money combined is nowhere near what he offered me for you. I'm sorry, Nesi."
There's too much happening right in front of my face for me even to think. "What the hell is going on?" I ask. I need to know whether I should run, stay still, or fight.
"Let's get this party started!" Small Coffee yells.
I watch a black bag go over Nesi's head. Yep, running seems to be the best choice, and I make a break for the door. The soldiers, or guards, or whatever the fuck they are, quickly catch up and grab me by the arms. I squirm and kick as I'm lifted and dragged back to stand next to Nesi, who's putting up quite the fight. She throws a kick, and I watch her foot smash into a soldier's mask. That force is enough to drop him to one knee, and not to mention, damn impressive that she landed that kick unable to see. She removes the bag from her head and moves to the next soldier. I watch that one fly through the air, and I can't say what Nesi did to make the soldier airborne like that... Nesi lands directly on top of him once he lands on the floor. The soldier's arm is trapped between her legs, and she's extending it, looking like she might break it. That soldier screams in pain, and Small Coffee yells, "Get Nesi under control! God, I told you idiots, she's a black belt!"
My eyes pop up, and I stop squirming. "A black belt?"
Small Coffee laughs and looks at me. "Yeah." Now he turns to Nesi, who has one soldier locked in a hold. "Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, right?"
"Yeah, asshole!" Nesi screams, extending the soldier's arm while craning her head to look at Small Coffee. "You want to fight me next?" Another soldier rushes over and pistol-whips her with his assault rifle. She spews blood, spraying it into the air. That makes her release her hold on the soldier and quickly stands up. I'm not even sure what that hold is called, but the soldier's arm is severely dislocated. It's bending in the complete opposite direction. It's broken, for sure. He's holding it, spinning around and screaming in pain while he gets to his feet.
Small Coffee smacks the back of his hand and steps forward. "Hey! No hitting! They need to be pristine!"
Nesi and I need to be pristine? Are we about to be trafficked or something?
"Sorry, sir," the soldier says.
"Fuck that!" the soldier with the broken arm yells. He cocks his rifle the best he can and raises it, and points it right at Nesi's face, who gives him a huge fucking smirk.
"Aww..." she starts. "Can't stand being beaten up by a girl?! How's your arm? Limp like your dick, I bet. Flopping and useless."
"Fuck you!" the soldier screams at her, the rifle pointed an inch from her face. Small Coffee walks around me, probably knowing I won't try to escape again. He's right. He reaches behind him and pulls out a gun he had tucked into his waistband. Then he whips it around and points it at the soldier's forehead... and fires, just like that. No hesitation. No questions.
The gunshot echoes through the club, overpowering the music. It's only loud for a moment, but it's the ear-ringing that follows. "What the fuck!" I scream. I can't even hear my voice. I cover my ears and bend down, and when I look up, I see the soldier with the broken arm dead on the radiant club floor. My gaze shifts to Nesi, who has her hand over her mouth with wide, searchlight-style eyes.
"Hey, mon!" Jamaal yells. "That's blood all over my floor! Do your shit and get to the basement!"
Small Coffee calmly looks around and puts his gun back in his pants. "Does anyone else want to fuck with our new contestants?"
"Contestants?" Nesi asks, lowering her hand from her mouth. "Contestants for what?!" she suddenly screams. She goes from zero to 100 damn quick.
"Grab them, and let's go!" Small Coffee screams. "Enough games. We should have been down there already."
Now, there are only three soldiers. They walk over and force Nesi back to the ground.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" I scream.
Small Coffee meanders back over to me. "Oh, she's fine. She's a tough chick."
I raise an eyebrow. "Why aren't you being rough with me?"
"You pieces of shit!" Nesi screams. "I'll kill every single one of you! Get off me! Now!"
Small Coffee points at Nesi on the ground with the three soldiers forcing her to eat the floor. "Because you aren't acting like that."
"Arlo!" Nesi screams and turns her head to look up at me. "Fucking do something!" Her lips are stained red from blood, along with a few of her teeth.
Small Coffee laughs. "He's the smart one, Nesi. You can't get away, so why bother trying?"
The three soldiers finally bind her wrists behind her back. And I'm sure for extra precaution, they bind her ankles together in chains with enough slack to let her walk.
"Do you want to put up a fight, too?" Small Coffee asks me. "I'll give you a chance."
"N-no..." I answer.
"Pussy!" Nesi yells as the soldiers try to keep her still. They go for the black bag again, but Small Coffee waves them off.
"That's not necessary anymore." Small Coffee raises a finger and spins it around in the air. "Let's get this show on the road! We have an audience waiting, and the current match is about to finish."
Nesi settles down since she's too restrained. Luckily for me, I'm not. We're rushed to the back of the club and through the door the soldiers initially emerged from. We all stand in front of it while we wait for the elevator to be called. Three soldiers. Me. Small Coffee. And Nesi.
"I want nothin' else to do with this," a voice says from the doorway. I turn and see Jamaal. "Pay me my money for Nesi and pay me your rent for leasing my space below. You hear?"
Small Coffee shrugs him off. "Yeah, yeah, get lost."
Jamaal slams the door shut, and that makes me jump. I look at Nesi, who stands there, not moving and looking straight forward. It's almost like she's been conditioned to respond this way, bound and shackled as prey. "Can I stand next to Nesi?" I ask.
"Whatever," Small Coffee says with a wave of his hand.
I move over and stand at her side. "Get away from me," she utters. "Weakling."
"Huh?" I say, looking at her.
Small Coffee walks over as the elevator dings and the doors open. "If you think her tits are nice... just wait until you see what you two are about to do." He glances over at Nesi's chest. "They are nice tits..."
Nesi spits blood onto the floor. "Fucking creep..."
"What the hell does that mean? What are we about to do?" I ask.
We step onto the elevator, heading down to B6, passing through six floors beneath the club. Surprisingly, this isn't even the lowest level. Judging from the buttons in the elevator, there's a B9 sublevel. As we descend in the cramped elevator, a roaring crowd grows louder and louder. An audience somewhere is excited, shouting and chanting words I can't quite make out. The elevator finally dings, and the doors open to a massive underground arena.
Small Coffee chuckles. "Let the games begin..."
"Move it!" a soldier yells, pushing Nesi and me out of the elevator.