Delickr's Bloodline Saga #1: Aroused

Chapter 4: Embarass

Lander

“Ahhh…” I said in gladness when Khloe’s hand touched my bulge. Currently, I and this virgin lady are sitting on a couch. My sight is pinned at the stage watching the sexy pole dancer perform to the erotic rhythm when Khloe’s action distracted me.

“Land, is me not enough?” whispered by Khloe on my right ear in a seducing manner, From having her hand touching my bulge, the virgin lady started caressing it. It felt so good that immediately my focus fully shifted at her. I am now facing Khloe.

It has been minutes since I and Khloe have known each other. She’s the bar owner’s grant to my request of a virgin lady to take care of my need to release. I and her had a small talk. She revealed to me her age which is twenty-three years old. She also told me the reason why she remained untouched up until any moment from now on. She wanted to surrender her everything to the right man. But because of several financial-related concerns, she resulted into grabbing this opportunity.

I told her that I understand her situation. Her case does not differ from some other ladies that had no other choice but to resort to this solution. But still, I have my needs. Up until I haven’t gotten what I came for, she can’t leave having what she came for.

Except for me and Khloe and the sexy pole dancer, there are also some other people in the bar. The reason why this place is one of the several taverns that I often visit is that the crowd in here didn’t care about your social status. The people came here to have a party, so why act restrained, right? I do not go to the bar just to be treated like a majesty. Unlike those high-classed bars wherein they give me an opposite experience.

“What do you mean you are not enough?” I asked Khloe in a concerned tone.

Khloe responded, “You are looking at the pole dancer as if he is your type. You’ll be paying me later. Am I not enough?”

I stared at Khloe’s eyes and saw there the sight of confined desperation. She wanted money that’s why she was desperate. Though also, she was doing things the modest way. Maybe it’s already her resolve to lost her virginity and at the same time owe herself some respect.

I first picked the martini glass on a table in front of the couch where I am sitting. I then drank the bourbon in it and placed back the glass on the table. “No, you are enough. To think, I just want to deflower someone tonight. And also, we can’t be sure if that pole dancer is still a virgin. But my smart guess is that she isn’t already. So you are definitely enough.”

“But what if she’s still a virgin?” in a calm tone, Khloe asked.

I first licked my upper lip to taste the bourbon that was left on there. While still looking at her in the eyes, I answered truthfully, “If that pole dancer is still a virgin, then she might be my next to deflower. But tonight, it certainly would be you.”

From looking at me in the eyes, Khloe slowly brought her stare down. I spent several seconds being silent before finally deciding to talk, “Hey, Khloe, I hope you already realized that what you came here is just to feed my desire. I only f****d virgin ladies. And if you are a virgin you are qualified. But by the time I deflower you, there would be no second time. You understand that?”

Khloe faced me back to give me a smile. She then responded, “Yes, I understand.”

But I know I have hurt her.

But let her be. She will be able to move on after this encounter.

“So, shall we?” I asked. What I meant is to start what we are planning to do before deciding to meet in this bar. Inside this place, they have several private rooms. All equipped with soundproof tech, making the occupants of those rooms undisturbed by the noises that the bar would make. 

But while I and Khloe are standing from being seated on the couch, my peripheral caught someone. So as a decision, I turned to face my right to confirm if it was really her.

“What the f**k!” said by a lady bar-goer to the lady I had encountered a while ago. She was that clumsy lady I almost made an accident with. But why she was wearing a cigarette-branded outfit? And why she is in this bar?

“I’m sorry, Miss, I haven’t seen you coming from my right,” with an apologetic tone, the clumsy lady said. I called her clumsy lady because the answer is really obvious.

“And you will only say that to me?” with a can’t-believe tone, the angry lady replied. She added, “Poor lady that was selling cigarettes, just for you to know, this dress of mine is very expensive. So expensive that if you work even overtime with that job, you ain’t be getting me paid for six months. This cost twenty thousand dollars. So what do you think you have done?”

“I’m sorry, Miss,” that same line from the clumsy lady. Hearing that line for the second time in this encounter, it makes me rewind what happened earlier. Also because of her clumsiness, she had spoken that same line multiple times earlier. Is that her common line every time she did something to someone? To always speak ‘I’m sorry’?

“Duh, you’re the worst!” the angry lady replied. “You know, you haven’t seen me passing by you. You bumped me, I have a drink on my hand, it spilled on me. You could at least offer me a laundry service. But instead, you are being redundant saying I’m sorry for multiple times already!”

“Can I laundry it, Miss?” with an apologizing tone, the clumsy lady responded.

“Oh f**k! You really are the worst of the worst! No, thanks for your offer. I don’t need your laundry service. You might be destroying this totally. What I want is you, to disappear from my sight because you are no good for the world. Go away and never come back to this place. And oh by the way, what is your name?”

“Amethyst Diadema, Miss,” the clumsy lady replied, still having her apologizing tone.

“Amethyst Diadema, be prepared. I will be suing you!”

The clumsy lady turned to back to the angry lady and started to run away.

Amethyst Diadema, a good name for a clumsy lady. Why I feel responsible to do something nice to you at this moment?

“Where are you going, Land?” Khloe asked upon seeing me start walking.

I faced her and told her that my claim to her will not happen tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I went back to her to give the check. I then walked towards the annoyed bar customer and have a talk with her.

After this, I will chase that clumsy lady. I have a feeling that another something bad will happen to her. No, worries if she was already a halfway kilometer by then. I have my ways.