Mikey nodded, then, with his key still in his hand, motioned for me to follow him and we headed towards a nondescript old building, with an old rusted decal of the letter “A” attached to the front wall, with some ill-kept balconies hanging off at certain spots, which I took to mark where each “townhouse” was.
We walked into the front door of the building and I immediately caught the scent of really odorous home cooked food, urine, and I heard young children of all sorts squallin’ and screamin’. I followed Mikey up a flight of stairs and to the left of the landing was one of the townhouses, which were basically shitty studio and one bedroom apartments with cathedral ceilings, making them seem much bigger and better than they actually were. The door was cracked open and I could smell old shitty weed and alcohol wafting out from the inside of the room, the funk of sweaty sex bein’ had over and over on unwashed sheets and areas, weak incense being burnt adding to the overall stench. I looked over at Mikey in surprise that this was goin’ on.
“You could sure take a page outta fuckin’ Ginzee’s book.”
“Who?” He whispered back.
“Nevermind, are they in there?”
Mikey nodded. “Yea, can’t you hear that tiefling fuckin’ snoring?”
I listened for a moment and I did hear the fucker snoring, sounded like a dragon and a fat old pug dog had a baby who had a vicious case of sleep apnea. I poked my head inside just a little bit, without opening the door any more than it already was, and saw a naked male tiefling sprawled out on the floor next to the couch, where a naked human woman with raggedy lookin’ red hair was sprawled out. The bitch moaned and let out a wet fart before continuing to snore loudly with her junkie tiefling Romeo, so I backed out and nodded to Mikey to follow me downstairs and outside. I walked back over to the cars before sayin’ anything, and when we had got there I turned and looked at him for a few moments, rubbin’ my pointed chin thoughtfully.
After sparkin’ up a cigarette, I looked over at the crowd from the vantage point of the back parking, then turned back to Mikey and muttered, “this is some real bullshit you got goin’ on here, how’d you let it get like this?”
“It ain’t by choice, man!” Mikey threw his arms up in dismay and desperation. “The laws here are the real bullshit, lets these undesirables end up livin’ rent free, meanwhile I’m payin’ taxes to the orcs and the government and I’m the one with my cock out in the fuckin’ wind!” His voice grew whiny and it started to grate on my nerves.
“Just take it easy, alright?”
“How am I supposed to take it easy?! You saw what I’m dealin’ with, it’s drivin’ me nuts! My old lady told me I gotta see a shrink ‘cause I can’t sleep at night, stressin’ about these shitheads! What am I gonna do…?” Mikey was startin’ to yell, and as his voice rose it started to crack.
“I don’t fuckin’ know yet, alright!” I snarled back in frustration, then paused and reined in my anger. “Give me some time to think. I’ll be back tomorrow, will you be here all day?”
“Yea.” Mikey nodded, lookin’ down at the ground and then turnin’ to his car with a longing look that told me if he could, he would get in that car and drive as far away as fuckin’ possible, he was in over his head with these social justice warriors and he knew it. “Sorry for losin’ my shit,” he mumbled.
“Don’t worry about it, Mikey, it’s a crazy situation. Look, give me a day or two and I’ll have somethin’ worked out so we can get these fuckin’ assholes outta here, okay? Sound good?”
“Sure.” He shrugged, lookin’ deflated. “You’re all I got, Teek, you’re my only hope now since Big Fat won’t lift a big fat fuckin’ finger to get these depraved fucks outta my rental property.”
I snorted a laugh and got in my car, started to head back towards the front of the complex. When I was comin’ through the middle parking lot, I heard a crrack! crrack! sound to my left, and saw a little orc kid throwin’ bang snaps at the pavement of the parking lot. I pulled over to him and rolled down my window, havin’ an idea.
“Hey, kid!” I called over to him.
“Who you callin’ a kid?” The orc youth shot back. “I’m twelve and a half, I ain’t no kid!”
I grinned. “Okay, you passed the test, I was just makin’ sure.” The kid’s eyes lit up, thinkin’ he really did just trick me into somehow passin’ a grown up test. “Listen, you got any more of those bang snaps?”
The orc kid looked around real shifty, like he was about to do somethin’ very clandestine and illegal. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Who wants to know?” Not bad, kid, not bad, I thought, mildly impressed by the kid’s budding skills of dissimulation.
“I do, and I’ll pay good money for ‘em if you can get ‘em to me right now.” I reached down, whipped out the little wad of cash in my pocket, pulled off two twenties.
“Oh, shit! Hold on, mister!” The orc kid squealed, his voice crackin’ like Mikey’s did a few minutes before, the kid reached down and yanked out a pouch from his pocket, a half filled bag of bang snaps. He held ‘em out to me and I grabbed them, tossin’ the twenties out to him and pullin’ off, heading down towards the crowd and the news crew. I slowed down as I drove by them, but when I got towards the back of the crowd, where the news crew and news truck was, I crept over to it, rolled down my window and hurled the entire bag of bang snaps at the truck, makin’ a profoundly loud CrRrAccCKK!! as it slammed into the side of the truck, and I howled with laughter as I pulled off, lookin’ at the mayhem I had created. The whole back of the crowd and the news crew fuckin’ scramblin’, dickin’ it every which way, runnin’ into the people in front of them and knockin’ them over, someone screamin’ out, “bomb!” and diving into the grass next to the pavement where the crowd was standing. I busted a hard left onto Frankford Ave, cruisin’ back towards Kobold Town.
The closer I got to Kobold Town and the apartment, the more I realized I wasn’t ready to go home yet. I’d been livin’ with the two hybrid girls less than a fuckin’ business week now and shit was gettin’ awkward. When I thought about last night, there was a moment there where if I would have played my cards just right, I probably could have been in bed with Tyzee. It was different for me to not act on my impulses, and it was definitely more fuckin’ annoying than rewarding. Of course, I would have felt somewhat guilty in the morning, since I still didn’t know if she was spoken for or not by another. And what if she is? I wondered, the longer she’s with me, and the more chances there are for somethin’ to happen between us, if I find out she does have someone else, will I so easily relinquish her to him? Or to her…?
I was disturbed by this and decided to spark up a joint, takin’ deep tokes on it. And then there was Alelicia, who I realized my thoughts were turnin’ more and more to as well, despite her seeming to be a cold bitch most of the time, I came to the realization that there was a quiet intensity to her that appealed to me, and that there was somethin’ there between us, somethin’ unspoken and not so overt, but when she looked at me and we spoke, there was a connection startin’ to form there, tenuous maybe but real nonetheless. The more I thought about it and toked and choked on the joint, the more confused and frustrated I got. I was startin’ to just drive along aimlessly, until I saw the purple neon sign for The Purple Rose, a strip club that I once had quite a time at in my younger days. I still had around fifteen hundred dollars on me by my last count, and without even thinkin’ about it I turned a hard right into the parking lot of the strip club, not even flickin’ my turning blinker on and causing some of the cars that had been driving behind me to honk their horns at me. It was just startin’ to get dark out, which meant it was happy hour time, and my car was far from the only one in the strip club parking lot. I didn’t frequent strip clubs often, I had a ton of fun when I did go but by the end of the night I always felt a little shitty and a little too light in the pockets. I didn’t know what was goin’ on with me tonight though, I was feelin’ hot and irritated thinkin’ about the hybrid girls, and even though I didn�
�t have enough cash to ball out with, hardly had enough to do anything at all with, I thought, fuck it, then got of the car and headed into The Purple Rose. The bouncer and doorman, a big ass bugbear bulging and rippling with muscles, with a ponytail and a third eye tattooed in the middle of his forehead, rumbled a ‘welcome!’ then proceeded to frisk me. I had left my gats and my dagger in the car, so he didn’t find nothin’ to cause alarm. He gruffly told me the cover was ten bucks, so I gave ‘em a twenty and he opened the door for me, tellin’ me to have a good time.
Pausing at the doorway and turning to the big bugbear, I looked at him real serious and asked, “my man, who’s the finest of ‘em all?”
The bugbear burst into laughter. “Use your eyes, bro.”
He then proceeded to usher me into the club. The loud, bassy music hit me immediately, as did the multi-colored lights flashin’ around, the midnight blue that tinged the air of the whole place, and then, of course, the girls. The A-Team wasn’t on tonight, that was clear, as some of the girls were lookin’ a little tired, a little haggard, even in the dimmed light, but the others were all varyingly sexy as fuck. The super curvy elf girl workin’ the stage right when I walked in had every man’s eye at the bar glued to her, and when Sir Mix A Lot’s “Baby Got Back” came on and she started dancin’ and shakin’ that thick pale white ass like it was her favorite fuckin’ song in the world, every guy in the joint started howling with lust, throwin’ every dollar they had on ‘em at her. I was feelin’ the girl too, she was bangin’ for sure, she reminded me of Alelicia on a superficial level, just by virtue of her bein’ an elf, other than that she looked wildly different, was much more voluptuous than Alelicia, had longer hair, dyed a deep blue. I went up to the bar and ordered a rum and Coke from the human bartender, a little blonde chick with big fake tits in a little shiny pink bikini.
“Anything else, red?” She slid my drink over to me on the slippery counter.
“Yea, let me get some ones and fives, and keep five for yourself.” I took out a wad of cash from my pocket and peeled off a fifty dollar bill, held it out to her between two fingers.
The bartender winked at me. “I’ll be right back!”
I was checkin’ out her nice round ass as she walked off to the cash register, taking a healthy sip of my rum and Coke.
“Hey daddy,” a sultry voice breathed into my ear, tickling me and makin’ me turn with a grin, lockin’ eyes with a gorgeous tiefling girl.
Oh, shit! My eyes widened for a moment; she looked like she could have been a cousin or a sister of Tyzee! I mean she was a different race and all, but she had a pale teal coloring, a pastel shade instead of Tyzee’s true green, but still there was a resemblance. She had reddish-purple hair, horns that curved back away from her forehead, sharp curves like Tyzee but she was slimmer, taller and older than my half-orc girl. Her titties were smaller but perfectly round, with big pronounced bumpy areola and nipples that were pierced with a skull on one and a heart on the other. She was covered in tattoos, some ancient looking script and symbols that could have been magical for all I knew, and I normally didn’t go for a broad that was all tatted up but this Tyzee lookin’ tiefling girl was lookin’ mad right and mad ripe.
“What they call you, huh?” I sipped my drink again, facing the tiefling stripper. “Babycakes?”
The gorgeous tiefling girl laughed hard at that. “Sure, I’ll be your babycakes.” She moved a little closer to me, close enough to let her exposed pierced nipples graze against my shirt, my chest. “You want a dance, big red?” She leaned in further, making a little mmmm sound as she pressed her body to mine and breathed me in.
“Yea, let’s go,” I replied promptly, my dick hardening already. I didn’t even give a fuck about the other strippers, I was really gettin’ off on her lookin’ kinda like Tyzee, more than I cared to admit but I was with whatever at that point, I was stressed out, high, gettin’ a little tipsier by the moment, so I took my change that the bartender had brought back, threw a couple ones onto the grimy bar, then I let stripper take my hand and guide me to the back room, where the private dance booths were. This girl was a real thoroughbred, I had to give her that, my eyes were fuckin’ glued to her and her body as she stepped down and parted the beaded curtain for me, the one that separated the private dance room from the general club area. She was even taller than me, partly ‘cause she had on these ridiculous high heels that musta given her a good six inches. Her body was all slender yet very appealing curves, like a damn cheetah, like a fuckin’ race car or something. And her eyes, they had a slight yellow sheen to them, almost a glow that looked entrancing on her sharp cheeked face.
“You’re good, baby.” I smirked as I walked by her, headin’ straight for the available booth in front of me. I sat down and she got right in front of me, she smelled like sweat and booze and a hint of old flowery perfume; I fuckin’ loved it. I reached both arms out to her, makin’ her smile and move a little closer, playfully pullin’ her slutty, exposing bra down, lettin’ those beautiful pierced tits loose, making a slight plop as they fell from her bra and against her lower chest.
“What’s the rules here?” I placed a hand on each side of her waist, pulled her against me and looked up at her. “Can I touch you…?” I smiled as she held my hand against her waist, after I had lifted it off briefly. “I wanna see all of you.”
Holding my hands to her waist, she still smiled down at me but the smile wasn’t reachin’ her eyes. “Are you a cop, honey?”
“A cop?” I looked at her incredulously, startin’ to laugh hard. “Do I look like a cop to you? I’d be offended if you weren’t such a baddie.”
“Okay, okay.” She laughed. “But only ‘cause you’re so cute… You better tip me good!”
“What kinda tip are we talkin’ about here?” I grinned wide, clasped my hands behind my head, leaned back—sometimes you just gotta enjoy life. The way she looked at me after my little pun, her big yellow eyes suddenly going sultry and serious made me realize it had gone from just her job to something else.
Chapter 14
“That’s right,” I said. “Get naked for me, ‘cause I know you’d do it for free. You’re like a damn work of art, girl.”
She batted her huge, fake lashes, then pulled down her panties, which I came to realize were fuckin’ crotchless. She stepped out of the panties and was just standin’ there in her heels, long purple hair comin’ down to her ass. She started to sway and dance to the music blaring throughout the club, and as I sat there watchin’ her, nursing a ridiculous fuckin’ hard on and sippin’ on my rum & Coke, my vision started to get a little clouded, and for just a couple moments I was almost able to imagine it was Tyzee dancing in her place, smiling down at me, her body open to me, ready to do whatever, ready to please. Suddenly “Feenin’” by Jodeci warbled throughout the club, makin’ me think, nice, that’s the jam! then, lookin’ at the orc stripper, thinkin’ a little bitterly about Tyzee, what a apt fuckin’ song. The stripper saw me smile when the song came on and promptly spun around and bent over, thrusting that round tight ass into my face, my nose right in between her perfect cakes, then dropped it down onto my lap and hard on, grindin’ down on me, rubbin’ her naked pussy and ass all around my lap, goin’ up and down with the beat. She tossed her long pretty hair over her shoulder, bringin’ it to her front and draping it down across her perky titties as she leaned back into me, grindin’ slowly.
“Mmmm.” She purred. “You like that, daddy? That dick feels like it’s ready to fuckin’ pop!”
I leaned forward, breathin’ real huskily in her pointy green ear. “You already know. What’s your name?”
“Katana,” she murmured, grinding her round ass into me.
“No.” I laughed. “What’s your real name, not your stripper name.”
The orc girl stood up slowly and seductively, turning around to face me, then mounted me and sat down.
“I usually don’t tell random guys.”
“Good thing I’m no random guy.�
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She leaned forward, placing a wet kiss on my cheek. “It’s Glasha. What about you, red?” She placed her hands on top of mine and guided them back, making me cup her ass cheeks.
“Teek.” I chuckled, my drunken eyes roving over her incredible, long lean body, her torso almost looking like a lamia as she made it twist to the music. She smiled as she considered my name for a moment, then reached down and grabbed my dick through my pants.
“What are we gonna do with this, Teek?” she whispered, pawing at my hard on, lickin’ on the cheek that she had kissed a moment before. This broad was really drivin’ me wild and I took a moment to respond.
“What do you suggest?” I asked genuinely, hoping she had a solution, ‘cause normally I’d take a broad right there and then but even in my drunkenness I knew it was a risk at this type of joint.
She snorted out a laugh and stood up, turning away from me and unfastening a cloth tie attached to the side of the booth, lettin’ a smaller beaded curtain droop down, partially covering the booth from any nosy onlookers. She sat back down where she was and put my hands on her ass again, then leaned forward, her lips right up against my ear.
“Do you want to fuck me, baby?”
I nodded quickly. “Hell yea.”
“Usually I’ll only fuck for five hundred or more,” she went on, rubbing her wet, sweaty pussy and thighs against my bulge. “But I’ll give it to you for a special rate, since you’re so handsome.”
“Damn girl, how much?” I groaned.
“Two hundred,” she replied a little too business-like.
I rammed my hand into my pocket, pulled out my cash and quickly counted out three hundred, slapping it down next to me. I watched her eyes flick to the cash and do a rapid count, then she was lookin’ back at me, her eyes suddenly full of lust, and she didn’t look away from my face as she deftly and expertly reached down, unzipped me and brought my dick out. She promptly sat down on it, lettin’ me fill her and go all the way in. She growled an “oh, shit, oh, fuck” as she felt me practically slip up in her guts, and she started to bite her lip and then my neck and ear to keep herself from screamin’ out, which probably would have brought the bouncer back here.
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