Tokyo-Zion Academy Times

My eyes stayed on Silver Dreamer as she disappeared off stage after her performance. The music mixed into another song and another stripper appeared on stage. I didn’t notice this new broad. My mind was on the younger girl. I had to learn more about her. I found myself rising to my feet and following after her. I went through the narrow back way to the dressing rooms. The pink lights drowned my eyes. The scent of expensive perfume choked the air. This was where the girls got ready to entertain the smucks with their bodies. I’m willing to bet very few guys have been allowed back here. Security must be watching the show tonight. I don’t see anyone else back here.

I walked quietly through the narrow hall. My eyes scanned the many doors on either side of me. It’s like the Matrix and Alice in Wonderland back here. I’ll just have to take a guess to find my stripper. Suddenly, something caught my ears. It sounded like somebody was shouting. I strained in for a closer listen.

“Let me go, Jason!” I heard a girl screaming. “It’s over!”

“But I still own you, bitch!” I heard a man shoot back.

“I’m not your property!” the girl screamed.

“I will always own you, bitch!” he snapped. Their voices drew me outside. I peeked out the back exit. My stripper had gotten into a tangle with an older boy. He held her tightly by her slender wrist. She was trying to pull away from him.

Bacchus' Mistress

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Bacchus’ Mistress

Chapter One: Lord of Wine:

I am not a gentleman. I don’t pretend to be. I never was a gentleman and I refuse to be one. I am just a bastard. I am the one that everybody warns to avoid if they still want to stay wholesome. I am the last thing a father would want for his precious little daughter. Hell if I had a daughter, I wouldn’t trust me with her.

I mean, look at me. I have never looked that attract in my life. I am thirty-seven, but I look close to fifty. The embodiment of a vampire and death in human form can be the best way to describe my appearance on a daily basis. I am pale from my forehand to my toes. Nobody has even seen me dressed in any other color than black. I really do stand out on the streets in board daylight. I smoke and I am an alcoholic. I have been that smoking and drinking since I was fifteen years old. Booze and cigarettes are my breakfast. I can’t remember the last time I had a decent night sleep. In fact, I never sleep. When I do, it is mostly a blackout from all of the booze that I drink on my heaviest of nights. You can always find me in the seediest part of New Orleans. Mostly in the strip clubs and topless bars. All of the underground knows who I am. Bottom line, I am the dictionary explain of a creep. Hell, I could make a pedophile, rapist, and a serial killer look like the kindly father figures next door at first glance. But, I’m not completely scum. I do have some class to me. I make my own money.

Story: Bacchus' Mistress

Creator: T.J. Velasquez

Genres: Dark, Drama, Erotic, Original

Rating: NC-17