Complexity is the Majestic - Book 2

Phaethon

3200 Phaethon is an planet killer.

Its an asteroid that keeps flirting with earth. Every orbit drawing closer, its eventual, possible, soon to be impact will devastate all known life, distort reality under its new destructive canvas.

My flirting is just as dangerous I figure.

Me and the women that orbit me, or I orbiting them. With each passing drawing nearer, drawing out the flames within me, pulling us closer as the gravity of our connection becomes emboldened with more energy. Spinning lies and deceit into a veil of majestic complexity. The mass of the moral deflections buckling under the pressure of the ensuing connection.

I read online the other day that i'm best described as a person with low moral values.

Cheaters are disgusting people- the text on the screen screamed at me. For a moment the whole article online jumped out of the browser on my phone and slapped me- SLAP!! You sick disgusting creature, you low moral values fuck up!

Phaethon, hurry up will you.

I'll admit it. Fuck, i'll embrace it. I am not a role model, that is unless you want to model your life around a guy who tried, fucked up, and tried again. Cracks in character define the character- this is why humanity has a crush on Phaethon, we secretly await its loving embrace. Those with no sin, by all means throw the first stone in your wake of hypocrisy. I'm not always my best.

But sometimes... sometimes I enjoy the spark something truly strange- the gift exchange. I figure most men treasure their time in VIP with a good bout of sexual rawness right? Not me, I'm past that. Now I look for something greater- more connection, more truth, assuming its there. Days ago I set in motion this notion of a mystery gift exchange with Vera, another bit engagement test. Would she participate, or blow me off?

I'm on the uptick because she accepted without too much fuss. Leading up to the exchange her fun and interest grew more- what was Parker planning exactly. To me, its another way to have fun, and different VIP.

Back at the club...

Cold evening. I'm still getting used to the pizza hut like building covered in neon strips as if they wanted to make sure this club could be seen from space. Its the classic sleaze you'd expect from a club really- obsessive amounts of neon.

Walking in, the usual drill- $20 cover fee to "use" the VIP lounge. The VIP lounge is an added section of the club, its got a groovy old bar vibe to it, with a stand alone pole, comfy seats, nice little bar area and bright green hanging lamps. I like the lamps the best.

Getting into this VIP lounge is pretty pointless really. All I will do is spend time IN the VIP not its lounge.

"Coat check?" the big door man says, taking my coat. I like my coat, I kinda don't want to take it, its a sense of security, but oh well I think giving him my coat.

Walking into the main club exterior I run into Vera.

"Hey...." she says noting a little bag in my hand. She stood against one of the winding staircases that goes up into the 2nd floor, VIP room areas. She's wearing one of her special outfits, a cat suit. Cute, she rocks it in anything really.

"Hi there.." I say, guard completely down, I need to get my bearings first.

"Take a seat.. i'll be with you shortly..." she smiles and goes to the stage. Its the all girl cattle call- all girls to the stage. Its a kind of mechanism for the club to show you all the merchandise tonight.

By the time I sit down a beer arrives on the house. This rarely happens- lately its been happening alot at this club. I'm more than a regular, i'm a good spender. These people keep feeding me drinks. I kinda like it really. Given how much I spend for fantasy, its nice to have the arcade show some appreciation every now and then.