wrecked, itoshi sae ✓

chapter 12.

before reading this chapter i want to make sure to mention that you should not take drugs, they are not good for you, your body or your mind. also, it's everyones life and i don't have the right to control what you do but there are other ways to have fun, to forget your problems, or whatever. take care of yourself everyone !

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you calmly watch the ice in the whiskey glass grow smaller and smaller before taking a sip.

putting the empty glass back down, you glance over your shoulder — no one is there yet.

it's not after midnight either, because that's when most of the customers come.

"a martini for me" someone sits down next to you on the stool.

the female waitress smiles in agreement and prepares the desired drink.

"kazuko" she holds out her hand to you, looks at you smiling, but it is a weak smile.

you also introduce yourself, the only thing you tell her about yourself is your nickname and your fake age.

at work, you only saw her walk by, but never spoke to her.

though one thing you always noticed was her beauty. she looks really pretty, has light hair, long eyelashes and a friendly face.

if she would show less skin, one could think she is a decent girl.

unfortunately, everyone here is neither decent nor innocent.

everyone comes for a specific reason;
money problems.

some even stay after they pay off their debts, just like natsuki.

"how big are your debts?" kazuko takes a big sip of the drink she just served, not looking at you.

"too big" you lie.

"then you should start getting closer to the customers, just dancing is not enough," she looks at you. "i'll probably spend more months here if my boss doesn't pay me better."

either she has too much debt, or too few customers.

you can rule out the second one.

"i don't think i'm ready for that."

"i wonder what he'll say to you today." she has to smile slightly.

your facial expression told her that you don't know who is meant by that.

"you should try extra hard today, he might be sitting in the audience." she dumps the rest of the content inside her, stands up and walks up the stairs elegantly, wearing her curve accentuating dress.

sighing, you get up and slowly get to work as well, because the clients doesn't like to wait.

slowly you crawl on the stage to a customer who already holds a wad of money in his hand.

your fingers glide over the expensive fabric of his jacket.

licking your lower lip, you look into his face and make him bite his lip.

briefly you look at him — black hair, dark eyes + a tattoo on his neck, what does that stand for, you ask yourself.

the imagination of what he could do with your mouth makes his pants tighten.

licking his thumbs lightly, he takes some bills and puts them carefully between your breasts, not taking his eyes off yours.

it's rare that such handsome young men as he appear here.