Echoes of Ecstasy - Pulse & Blaze Chronicles - VOL.1

.Prologue.

Connor Lancaster

The music drums in my ears like blood pulsing through my veins as I find myself on her thighs. The lights illuminate the gleaming eyes of pleasure in the dimness of the nightclub tonight; like yesterday, and the day before.

It must be the sixth girl this week asking one of us for a lap surprise. So here I am.

Tonight, it's a beautiful Venetian blonde, chestnut eyes, a very wide smile—fortunately for the price it cost her. Hands gripping the seat, undoubtedly already euphoric with anticipation. Her eyes sparkle as she watches me drape one leg and then another over her thighs, one hand against the wall behind them. Slightly below, she fixes her gaze on the mini-bottle I hold between my fingers—index to plug its single cavity. I feel her joyful tremors, unable to help but smirk and think to myself: "Is it really that good? Having me like this?"

From the corner of my eye, I see them, the girls with hands over their mouths, hiding poorly concealed huge grins, glances between them in amazement. These surprised men, perhaps disturbed or simply too astonished to react. It's not the most honorable of jobs, I admit, but it pays off pretty well some nights, and I'm not going to turn my nose up at it.

Back to the blonde, yes her, my teeth clamp the vial between my two lips, which I then bring closer to hers. Too impatient, she's already leaning back behind me and tosses her head to push her hair back. It doesn't take much for her lips to touch the other end of the vial, from which my index finger leaves the cavity at the very last moment.

Our lips are now only two millimeters apart as the raw alcohol goes down her throat. I hear her laugh just after she swallows. She's burning with joy, me tired. A lap dance and then this, it's not the first of the evening, but it's not the last either.

"Well, Channy! That's quite a birthday!" teases one of her friends not far away.

Channy puts her hands on her crimson face and giggles against her friend. I give her a glance just as I step away. I've finally finished my evening, what a pleasure.

"Happy birthday, Channy."

Her hand grabs mine or at least brushes it, but it's enough to hold me back. I wasn't that far away. I turn around, she's leaning in my direction. Her lips meet mine, then her tongue. A damn kiss she's giving me there and I accept it damn it. I'm going to get fired. But she's good and I take advantage of it. After all... isn't it her birthday? Come on, Channy... You know you're going to get me fired tonight?

"Lancaster!"

I hear Garry shout my name from the other side of the room. Channy falls apart but I give her a reassuring smile so as not to ruin her birthday before heading to my boss. He stands at the staff corridors' doorway where he waits for me like a furious vulture. I wipe my sweaty hands on my black jeans and present myself to him.

"You know why I'm calling you, don't you?"

"I have no idea. Can you enlighten me, Garry?"

Garry's gaze starts sending sparks.

"Don't play that game with me, Connor", he exclaims before his lips turn into a sly smile as he drags me to the back. "You won't even have the chance. Tonight's a beautiful night and I think you're going to get some fresh air right away."

"Oh yeah?"

"Because you're fired, Connor. Grab your stuff and get out of my club. I thought I made it clear about the club's policy, but it seems you don't give a damn, am I right? Come on, it's not the first time I've had to reprimand you."

"You've been waiting for this moment, admit it. You didn't even bother waiting."

"You won't have the chance to know anymore."