Moral of the Story {Lights down Low part 2}

One Love

         With his crazy life, Shoto would honestly say that he didn't expect this outcome. It was a one time exclusive show. Just to piss of the new "overlords" of Dabi's club. As he started to get ready, his brain turned into a tub, filling itself with memories of when he used to do the same thing. He was taken to a spa and pampered like a queen, even going so far as to get a chemical peel a few weeks in advance. He was massaged and caressed in such a loving way that if he closed his eyes he could imagine his lovers. He was taken to a boutique and given the sexiest of outfits, fit for a kings favorite concubine. Then, at long last, he was given the best makeup artists, ones that he thought went out of business long ago, but could not resist the temptation of a rebounding star. His body was sprayed with the sweetest of sacchrinated perfumes, ones that cost much less than he would make tonight. Throughout this long but enjoyable process, the tub of memories filled and filled with old times. He saw Big Sis Maybe beside him whilst getting the chemical peel, listening to her gripe and groan about her pains. He could envision Toga on the bed next to him while he was massaged, whining in pain while she was waxed. For some reason, he could also see one of the retired workers, Compress, as he was known -for compressing his ass to the floor- someone he'd only gotten to work with for 2 years, critiquing the makeup in a gentle yet sarcastic tone. Even in the dressing room as he roamed the halls in the hours before, he could faintly remember another retiree, Mirror, who was his manager for a short period of time. Back then, he was an amateur at this, not knowing how to handle the praise and jeers from the crowd at his debut, so he foolishly allowed the rave of people to caress his body toward the end of his performance. The next day, he found many a numbers and a few hand marks on his body, mostly on his hips.

           During practice, pole and lap dance, he vividly remembered his first lap dance. A couple of CEO'S of some large companies had stopped by to relax and talk about some business. After a short performance, he was called to a VIP room. He was instructed to go in and basically lap warm one if the patrons, and if he wanted Shoto to move  he would. As per usual  he did as instructed, and tried to act as if he didn't enjoy the security the older man's hand on his hip brought him. Eventually, after an hour or so of letting his mind wander, he was brought back into reality by the man (who's name was Rin)  whispering to him. "Grind real slow on me doll. I wanna savor this." Like the whipped dog he was, he moved slowly and deliberately, his movements encouraged by Rin's groaning in his ear and his boner pressing up hotly against his soft flesh. This man was controlling if it wasn't obvious from the way he gripped his hips. He was experienced in doing this, but still humored his feeble attempts at doing things himself. This man would be his frost but not his last view of this world. The control, the manipulation, and the utter rush of it all was what kept him working there. The pressure of wanting to be flawless out there just to be praised and taken care of no matter what happens. It seemed strange, now that he'd had a taste of normal life and normal love, to want such a thing, but even though he had finally discovered the love he was always searching for, he wanted one last taste of this life before he left it behind. Like a drug addict on an intervention, one last hit was all he needed. Distantly,  he wondered if his father, that neglectful bastard, would even care that he was doing this. His mother, long dead, had always warned him not to go to places like this, for he may come into contact with a man like his dreadful father. An uncaring man who would dish out the pleasure and the false love, then leave you begging for more. These were things that played his mind as the guests flooded in. Perhaps it was because it was a late Friday night, or maybe the patrons knew something special was happening that night. As he gripped the spoke, the last thought in his mind was his new life. The new love he'd discovered. And a word Zodiac said was the word of the day. Agape

Hey guys. It's me. I'm sure that you may or may not have seen my announcement about why I haven't been around enough (to my standards at least) so thank you for sticking around. I promise you guys, later this month, there will be a very explicit chapter to start rounding up this book. Again, thank you for sticking around and Happy Pride Month.  863 Words