The Vespidian
Arc 8 Superficial
Chapter 13
We ended up cutting the line and the doors swung open, blaring lights and mist billowed out with music. I hesitated to go in, but Ichigo tugged on my hand. I couldn’t very well say no and followed her in. The place was packed with masses of people. To the left the hallway led to the strip club and scantily clad dancers were ferrying drinks from the bar. Some of them had some sizable amounts of dollar bills sticking out of their G strings. With booties and boobies like those I can see why.
I kinda want to get a lap dance. It would be pretty fun making one of those slores beg for the money on their hands and knees.
‘Sub we didn’t come here for strippers. We have Ichigo, so why would we be unfaithful?’
Ichigo is nice, but hear me out. I wanna play with some huge fun bags. If our tits were not hard and boney then I would just play with those.
‘Ichigo will look at us weird if we do that. Let’s just try to be normal. We will figure something out later.’
Fine…
I had absently been walking while entranced by a particularly bouncy ass that belonged to a smoking hot blond in fishnets and pasties. I shook my head, clearing away the juicy thoughts of holding her down and filling her with eggs. There was another bar directly in front of us complete with stools and bumbling drunks falling over. This was the center of the Atomic Strobe and separated the strip club and the night club. To the right was the night club. It was looking like a rather heated night over in there. There were People dancing all over the place, people doing drugs in the corner, some people were mostly naked going crazy on the dance floor, bumping and grinding to the music in the nightclub. There was a fair amount of dry humping and things that I would not even describe as dance moves. I was getting some flashbacks from the Sparkle Kat.
This place was rather alive to say the least. Ichigo and Caroline led the way like veterans and quickly got some seats at the counter. I sort of loomed behind them, looking everything over. It was a little hard to concentrate with all these lights and sounds bombarding me from all sides… definitely not my type of place. The smells were another thing lots of sweaty body odor, varied perfumes and colognes, the distinct stench of some weed and a few other harder drugs. If my antennae were not fooling me I was picking up on some cocaine just under the counter here. Oh god, I really am a fucking police dog. I should probably report this crap… but then dad will be out of a job. Something tells me this will turn into a Super fight, the Scarlet Souls were around here and I don’t particularly feel like stirring up a hornet’s nest. Not my problem, not my problem.
“Jello shots!” declared Ichigo, plopping onto an empty seat at the counter.
The bartender gave her a glance and seemed to think it over for a moment before looking Caroline and I over. His eyes lingered on me and he shrugged, “Coming right up.”
He expertly flipped out three shot glasses from the side and filled them with jiggling jello using an ice cream scoop. They slid in front of us and Ichigo handed me one. The vibrations from the music made the jello dance in the glass. I didn’t know if it was on purpose or just a cool effect. I guess it would be rude to turn this down. Ok, ok, just one and that is it. I raised the pink wiggly semi-solid and tilted the glass, letting it drop into my mouth. I swirled it around getting a taste for it… hmm, it actually was rather sweet and didn’t really taste like alcohol. This is made with booze right? It dissolved and I swallowed the strawberry goodness.
I didn’t feel drunk. Well, not that I would get drunk off of just this. Although thinking about it, wouldn’t I be really good at drinking? I mean it is not like my kidneys or liver would have problems, they would just regenerate any damage that happened to them. Although after that whole Glitter Kitten thing makes me a bit wary. I am unsure if I have a low tolerance or not. I should just wait and see how this goes for now.
Ichigo hummed to herself happily spinning in the chair. She bobbed her head to the bump of the drums and bass. She motioned for another and slurped it out of the glass. Her tongue was wiggling and lapping up the residue from the glass, making some questionable sounds. Is it just me or was that a little erotic? I felt a tingle of a lady boner creeping up my abdomen.
Mom raised her hand, “Whiskey.”
“Oh, getting into the hard stuff already?” smirked Ichigo.
“Yeah, go on, have your frilly little drink.”
“It is a creeper though they sneak up on you, without the burn.”
“I like the burn,” replied Caroline, downing her glass with a sour look on her face.
“Spoken like a true drunk.”
“I was clean until you got me back into this.”
“Oh please, you were just looking for an excuse. Besides, it was fun just talking about our problems.”
“Fair enough. So are you going to go dance or stick to me all night?”
“Oh? Want a little private time with the hubby?”
“I guess.”
Ichigo frowned, “You don’t sound very enthusiastic.”
“Should I be?”
Ichigo just smirked and made a circle with her fingers. She started slowly working a finger through it. Ah, I know that, Ewww gross! Oh god, I don’t wanna hear about my parents bumping uglies. Get a room, go home for that, where I can’t see or hear it.
“Ah, that guy is back again,” said Ichigo, interrupting the conversation strand.
Me and Caroline looked over at where she was pointing… I recognized those man muscles anywhere, Bronsonman was here. Why the hell is he here in the den of some villains? Er… why the hell am I here in the den of some villains? Well, I feel better knowing that if some bad guy tries to pull something, then I got some backup, of the streetwise Hercules variety.
“That guy is Bronsonman, right? Isn’t he a superhero?” said Ichigo, motioning for another shot.
“Yeah, he is a nice guy. I got his autograph.”
“Just cause he gave you an autograph doesn’t mean he is a nice guy, you know,” said Ichigo.
“So you two know each other?” asked Caroline.
“Well, only a little bit. We have hardly talked, but he seemed really nice.”
Ichigo smirked, “I think he likes you.”
“Hmm?” He likes me? How about that… “Eh, wait really?! What makes you so sure?”
“Well, he has been looking over here and strutting his stuff this whole time,” Ichigo commented offhandedly as though it had nothing to do with her.
It was as she had said and Bronsonman was just dominating that dance floor. Even in here he was on those roller skates. I wonder if those are a part of his costume? Could… could they be super powered high tech goodies?! Oooh… god damn it! His muscles were glistening in the light. A sheen of sheer masculinity. I shuddered a little just thinking about licking the sweat off of those pecks. I tried to wipe the drool from my mouth, but eh, the helmet is in the way. He must have amazing balance, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to maintain those hip thrusts. Mmhmm tights are definitely a gift from the gods. That star-spangled bulge, though, ah the thing dreams are made of, or at the least my dreams are. I feel like I have seen that junk before though… oh, that is true, I was checking him out last time too. Maybe I should try to get his number this time?
“You should go over there and dance with him,” slyly said Ichigo.
I thought on that. She is trying to set us up? Then is Ichigo my wing girl and trying to get me laid? My hearts beat a little faster. Ichigo… you, you are an angel. No, but this is supposed to be girl’s night if I run off for a wild ride on the freedom express to fucktown then Ichigo’s deflector shields will be down! I am sorry Ichigo, but I gotta shoot this down. I can deal with getting cockblocked… I am used to it.
I want it though!
‘Priorities Sub, Ichigo comes first. Chicks before dicks.’
But… fine, fine.
“No, no he wouldn’t want me to dance with him,” I replied a little apprehensive.
“Why not?”
“Look at that sizzling man muffin, what the hell would he want with me? I mean, look at those big titted bitches grinding all over the guy. He borderline has a harem going on over there.”
The slores were gathering to that bara bod like moths to a flame. They were rubbing all up on him and just being slutty. I wanna touch that sculpted man flesh too you know. No, no I have to restrain myself. Monk mode damn it!
“So, what about the brainless bimbos? You saying they are better than you?”
“Obviously he would be more into them than me.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I am ugly.”
“You are not,” Ichigo tried to tell me. Don’t you lie to me, I know what I am. I am a fugly bug that only weirdos are into. The only action I get is on an autopsy table.
“The suit, maybe, but I got like burn scars and stuff. I don’t have skin. People aren’t really into that stuff.” Well, that is true, but I mean I can’t really tell her the real reason, that I am a giant wasp creature.
“No skin? Well, that sounds a bit rough. Still, you should at least try to hit it off with him, I mean you are both Supers right? Supers should be with Supers, it just kinda makes sense,” said Caroline.
… I feel like there was a jab in there, but she is right. It would be really sad to squish somebody I like just cause they were too weak to handle my affection. I mean, when I get going I am pretty rough. I will be gentle Ichigo, I swear! Ah, she was waiting for a reply, “You think so?”
Ichigo nodded, “What is the worst that could happen? So what if he rejects you? You will never know if you never try.”
“But, but-”
“No buts girl, do it. Here for good luck,” she smiled and handed me several shots.
I longingly looked between Bronsonman and back at the drinks. I can do this, maybe just two will be fine? But I acted like such a slut last time I got drunk. I can’t believe I thought it was a good idea to be a stripper. Maybe it just kinda turned my self-control off. I thought, I was supposed to be bonding with Ichigo here, but Bronsonman though. Why must I choose between dick or pussy!?
Ichigo stood up, “If you are not going to go over there, then I will.”
“I, I, but, but Ichigo I thought this was supposed to be girl’s night?”
“You don’t have friends do you?” she shot me through the heart with that.
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“I have Sunshine, she is my friend and Neon Nurse.”
“Forget it, come on, let’s have some fun. Think of it like practice for our shows.”
She was going to leave me behind if I kept being so shy about this. Maybe if I just get a little buzzed then I will relax a little more and things will work out? I slurped the drinks down. They sure were tasty. Somehow I don’t really think these things are alcoholic though…
She took my hand and I followed her through the crowd. The music changed and as though on some sort of cue and the upraised dance floor cleared out. Ichigo smiled, dragging me along. We stood up there looking out over the seething sea of people moving to the music. It was just Bronsonman, Ichigo, and I left. They started grooving to the beat and I stood there trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do.
That tight little skirt and blouse twirled. Ichigo raised up her hand and jumped a little spreading her legs out into a wide stance. She bobbed from side to side, waving her fingers and stepping to the beats of the music. She must do this a lot. Meanwhile, Bronsonman had a more ferocious and manly approach going for the kick thrusts and spins. Lots and lots of hip movement on his side of things. With the way he was moving his hands, I was getting a distinct image of him fucking the living shit out of some busty bimbo and slapping her booty.
Oh fuck, I only know ballet! And this is certainly not ballet music.
Ichigo saw me floundering and bumped up against me, “What are you doing? Just move a little, get the beat down and just follow it. It is easy, just start by tapping your toes and swaying your head.”
I followed her instructions and started nodding my head to the rhythm. My heels clicked, syncing up with my head. I could feel it reverberating and pounding. I dipped my shoulders rolling them from side to side like a wave. It seemed to be affecting me more than I thought it would. It might be the alcohol. It wasn’t like before, but I could feel something off a little. Things were slightly blurred and I felt flushed in the face. Yup, definitely a buzz or maybe it might just be that I am sandwiched in between two of the people that I want to fuck the most.
Threesome!
‘Sub, come on now. I thought you were going to behave?’
Just go along with it. Entice him, rub all over him.
‘Oh, you are going after Bronsonman?’
Look at what other people are doing.
I looked out over the crowd seeing a lot of the girls being super slutty and waging their asses while dudes were fake humping them, slapping their bouncing bottoms and everything. Those that weren’t doing that were sensually rubbing themselves and grinding on those around them. There were even a few jumping up and down, waving their arms all over the place. I have come to a den of desires once again, haven’t I? Ugh, wait, but if that is normal then… I peered over at Bronsonman. Ahh, the manliness and glistening muscles. I had to suppress a squeal of delight. Just this once, right? I can reward myself a little, right? His junk bulging and slapping around was positively mouth wateringly hypnotic. What I would do to be on the receiving end of that…
Well, I mean everybody is doing it so I might as well. I edged towards him, trying to make it not too obvious. He didn’t seem to mind as I invaded his personal space. In fact, it was almost like he was ignoring me… nooo! Don’t do that. He was just dancing and grooving, he hardly even looked at me. Does this mean I can do what I want? You were looking at me earlier, so clearly you are interested.
Hmm, well if I thought about it, then this really is just doing the Moon Sailor routines or rather the Skankubus dance moves. I bet that would get his attention. I stood there for a moment, recalling their movements and the rhythm to the songs. The club music wasn’t too far off. Mhm, this will do.
I spread my legs doing a lunge to the right, holding it for a long moment and then one to the left. I jolted back up upright and clapped my hands in unison. My head tilted from side to side as I shifted my weight from left to right. My hips shifted my booty cheeks to show them off. My hands alternated, thrusting out when I shifted my ass to the other side and pulling back to sync up to do the opposite. I grabbed onto the back of my head and bent my legs to thrust out with my hips. One arm strayed from the others reaching for a nonexistent pole and the other ran down my body. The bottom hands were firmly holding onto my hips.
I glanced over at Ichigo finding that she was doing something rather similar. She waved her hands in front of her face with V signs and kicked out her feet in alternating cycles. She hopped and spun around, the little skirt fluttered up and she landed, sliding to the left and then to the right, clapping her hands. She stepped in place, bringing her knees way up and stomping down, her hands we balled up and she was doing scratching motions like a cat. She planted her feet and bent forward wiggling her fingers in a swooshing motion. Her cute little ass wagged while she tilted back and forth. She brought her hands up over her head. Ichigo spun around and lunged to the left and right, pointing her fingers out from where they sat on the back of her head like little horns. She switched back to the center and clapped, bobbing her head.
I tilted forward as she had and slapped my ass in Bronsonman’s direction, hoping that it would get his attention. It worked! That is right, get a good look, big boy. I resumed as I had before and slowly worked my way down, wiggling back and forth. The moment that I got to the point that I was crouching my head bobbed in time with my hips shifting to one side and then the other. The top hands let go of the knees and I slapped my ass, shaking and dipping with squats. I went lower with every motion of the ass. I kept going down until I sat on my heels.
Instead of just standing up my feet scooted together and spread the legs out. I put my lower hands on my hips, making a wide bow, the upper hands clapped onto my knees, opening and closing the gap. Naturally the original only had two arms so I just put the unused ones on my hips to get them out of the way, though I get the feeling it made this a bit sexier. With every cycle of the outspread legs snapping shut I stood up just a little higher.
I lifted my leg up, splitting the sky and held it there, spinning in place. Round and round I went and my upper hands arced up, canvassing my outstretched leg. It lowered and I bent over again, watching his reaction from between my legs. That certainly got his attention. I hopped back maintaining that position on my approach vector, naturally, I was aiming for the groin. Impale me upon thy spear of justice!
I backed into him, his burly hands grabbed onto my ass to keep it from colliding with his junk. Medavac said my booty was my best asset, so I put my trust in you! He grabbed me by the hand and spun me around. We were face to face. Ohh my, so daring. We stared at each other… or rather he looked upon the helmet. At any rate, it was a fierce and passionate look filled with confidence. This was the sort of thing that could conquer a girl’s heart, luckily I have three. It kept me from melting right then and there. My eyes kept drifting down to his formidable bulge. I licked my lips in anticipation. Going to get me some of that tonight.
Just when things were heating up and my prospects of getting boned were about to peak, he dropped me like third period French. I had been leaning into it and everything. It was a shock, a sudden betrayal of expectations and I fell flat, not even managing to get a feel of that man muscle between his legs. He leaped over the crowd like a majestic swan or some mythical creature. In a flash, like lightning, he was gone. I sat up speechless, mortified… he didn’t even let me touch his booty. At least let me get a handful! What the fuck just happened?!
Was I too upfront? No, no, no, not this time Bronsonman! Don’t give me that “The city needs me.” Bullshit!
I gave chase flinging myself into action. He was long gone by the time I got to the door. I stood, looking out over the city lights glimmering and swirling all around. My antennae twitched trying to pick up his scent, but there were too many other smells to pick his out specifically. I didn’t even know which direction he went. The man of mystery had escaped once more and I realized that I hadn’t even said a word to him. I thought for sure I was going to get his number this time. I think I just got dumped. I wanted to cry, oh I already was. That explains why everything is a little blurred.
I moped back in there and sat down next to Mom who was chatting with Dad. They turned to me, having vaguely been aware of the happenings.
“It went badly I take it,” said Caroline handing me a shot.
I nodded in reply, grudgingly taking it and downing it.
“It is probably for the better you didn’t get too involved with that guy,” said dad.
“Eh… why? He is a nice guy.”
“He is a vigilante. I see him in here quite a bit.”
I wasn’t really getting what he was trying to say, “So?”
“He might have contacts with the Scarlet Souls.”
“Oh,” I replied, “If so I am sure he has his reasons. I mean police have informants and stuff all the time.”
“That is true… but he is not one of you. It worries me.”
“You are thinking too much into it Da- Saar.”
I glanced over at mom, she wasn’t particularly paying attention to me. She watched the tv over the bar. Looks like I dodged a bullet and she didn’t notice.
Ichigo appeared from the side, “Well you tried right? Sorry, it didn’t work out.”
I cried, “Ichigo! He ran away. I was putting the moves on him and everything. Why would he do that? It is because I am ugly isn’t it?”
She gave me a hug and I coiled around her so that she couldn’t escape, “I wonder what got into him? I bet he received some super secret signal and went to fight some crime or something? I mean that is what you heroes do right? At any rate, it is going to be fine.”
“I want to go home.”
“Mecha Fairy that is not very fun. What are you going to do there? Lay around and cry?”
I shouted at her, “Does this look fun to you?!”
“No,” she said, frowning and then she smiled, “but I know something that is really fun.”
“What?”
“Not yet. We are going to take a couple more shots and then we will go back to my place.”
“Why do I have to drink.”
“It will make you feel better. It will dull the pain. Besides, they say that when you get someone drunk their true self comes out. I want to get to know my friend better, right Mecha Fairy?”
I gulped, “Friend?”
“Yes. And friends share their secrets.”
“Secrets? Ichigo has secrets?”
“Everyone has secrets, some better hidden than others.”
“I suppose we all do. I wonder what secrets Ichigo is hiding.”
She smirked, “Fufu, you will have to wait and see. Come on, let’s drink a little more. Please, I don’t want to drink alone.”
She was giving me the puppy dog eyes. Damn it Ichigo why are you so cute? “Fine.”
“Jager Bombs!” declared Ichigo rapping her hand on the counter.
The guy glanced at her, then at mom who nodded. He took several slender glasses and filled them about halfway with a dark, syrupy liquid that smelled of licorice. In each, he pushed a smaller shot glass filled with some yellow energy drink, not entirely sure which one they all looked the same. I stared at the bubbling concoction, hmm I feel like that was supposed to be the other way around. Like less liquor and more energy drink. Is this guy trying to get us drunk or something? Oh well, I guess that is the point of this right? My hearts still stung with the rejection. Still, though I wonder what made him take off like that. It wasn’t me, was it?
I suppose it can’t hurt, I am hardly even buzzed. We clinked our glasses together and downed the shots. This stuff was different, it tasted like, well, a tart energy drink and black licorice. It was a weird combination. Unlike the other drinks, this one burned a bit going down, however, it was smoothed out with a strange numbing sensation like cough syrup. So this was certainly stronger than the other stuff. It wasn’t that bad, better than that moonshine Glitter Kitten forced me to chug.
“Oh yeah! That is the stuff!” Shouted Ichigo, grabbing my hand and trying to drag me with her.
I was like a mountain and she couldn’t move me if she wanted to. It was actually rather funny watching her slid on the floor and huffing from how hard she was trying to move me. She slipped and I held her up by those slender arms so that she couldn’t fall. I smiled, setting her straight. Ichigo put her hands on her hips, ruffling up her skirt a little. My eyes shot down, catching a glimpse of her panties. There was some sort of print on them though I didn’t see it long enough to figure out what it was.
“Come on, let’s dance a little before we go.”
I nodded and followed her along. We didn’t end up back on the stage instead submerging into the sea of sweaty bodies. I could feel people pressing in from all sides. Groping, touching, bumping and squirming. I held onto Ichigo’s hand or else I was likely to lose her in this orgy of limbs. We reached a spot that was a little clearer, but people were still crowding in. Ichigo stopped and then rubbed against me with a rather flushed face.
She leaned her back against my leg. The back of her head rest against my groin. She seemed a bit sluggish though still almost overflowing with energy. It was more of she was a little unorganized. Don’t tell me you are already drunk Ichigo? Well, she is small and that last drink was a bit strong. She was just slowly rubbing against me. I didn’t think too much about it until I realized exactly what she was pressing so incessantly against me. Her cute little butt was pushing so that the seem of my leg armor was going right into the crack and perfectly creasing her skirt.
She wiggled back and forth grinding up and down with her arms raised up. She tilted her head back, winking at me. Urgh! I couldn’t handle stimulation like this. I could feel a lady boner coming on and hard. I bit my lip, trying not to think about it, but the vibrations from her on my leg only reminded me. It also didn’t help that there were people all around us. It was understandable why she was dancing so close, there just wasn’t any room. That didn’t really help things for me though.
There wasn’t nearly as much room to dance here so I just settled for shifting from side to side. Ichigo circled around behind me. I glanced back and her hands sunk into my ass. I jumped with surprise.
“Ichigo!?”
“Just go with it… you got a nice ass.”
She got a firm grip on my buns and started using them to make me dance. She tilted from side to side, kneading at my backside like a cat. Oohh, that is nice. I pushed back at her shaking my ass.
I tried my best just to ignore her and move to the beat, but it was hard, like harder than my love muscle at the moment. Gotta resist… think of something to pour cold water on this situation!
Tits!
‘No… Damn it Sub! That isn’t right. Zombie hookers?’
Igh dead tits! Dead tits!
‘Whew, that was close.’
Ichigo pinched my ass, making me have to hold in a squeak. I heard a thud inside of my armor… oh boy. I couldn’t take her teasing anymore and grabbed her, lifting her up so that she was riding on my shoulders. Her legs locked around my neck and she giggled, pointing onward as though I were her steed. I pushed my way through the crowd until we had escaped the dense undergrowth of urban youth.
I came back to find my dad and mom just totally making out… gross! Get a room! My eyes!
That is kinda hot though, right?
‘Igh! Sub what is wrong with you?’
But they look so happy. Oh, look dad is totally putting the moves on mom! Things are getting frisky over there.
‘Oh Jesus titty fucking Christ, I don’t wanna see this!’
I just kinda shoved Sub off into a corner and diverted my eyes. Lalalala, twat was that I cunt hear you.
“Oh, it seems our ride is a little occupied,” said Ichigo, leaning over my head so that we were face to face, though she was upside down.
“It… it appears so.”
“You think you can fly?”
“I am not that drunk… yeah, I think so.”
“Oh cool, then we can go back to my place. I have something that I want to show you.”
Does this mean… Ichigo?! You feel the same? Ichigo I just want to eat you up. I waved goodbye to my parents… Dad gave me a thumbs up. Oh great, so he knows that I was looking. Don’t make this even more awkward than it already is. I better go before this gets any weirder. I rushed out the door, almost forgetting to duck. Ichigo came within an inch or so of getting smacked in the head just now. I have to be more careful there is a passenger on board now, it isn’t just me anymore.
“Where do you live again?” I asked, I had forgotten where to go. Probably for the better anyway. It would be weird if I already knew.
“Oh, I live in Downtown, in that condo near the movie theater. You know where that is?”
I thought on it… seems my brain is a bit sluggish. “Yeah, I know where the theater is you will have to point me the way from there though.”
“Oh sure, not a problem, we can continue when we get there,” smiled Ichigo.