Who: Keichi and Dan What:Kei has an itch, and visits a host club. Where: The Black Swan When: Sunday, April 19th, evening Rating: Out on a limb and say close to X Warnings: C'mon, it's a host club. Think on this kids. X3
Finally getting every paperwork done in the realtor's office, each and every paper signed, notarized, stamped, dated, ugh, it was tedious, but it was finished. His head leaned back against his very cozy office chair of leather, his coat on the back of it, he closed his eyes for a moment and rubbed his temples. He had his cellphone on the desk, waiting for a call from Maiyuki. . .but to no avail. That night. . .was too fucking hot for him to ever forget in his lifetime.
The thought creeping into his mind had him aching again, and he closed his eyes tightly, jumping out of the chair and grabbing his coat, sliding it on. Where he was going, he was leaving his briefcase in his office under lock and key. Sliding it into a safe compartment behind his plasma TV, he twirled the chamber and moved the TV back into place. There. Now things would be safe. For the time being.
No one else was in the office, and all lights were out, the digital clock on his phone reading 8:30pm. Too damn long of a day. It was time to wind down now. No word from Maiyuki, and no work with Hideki, it was time for Keichi to do just what he needed to keep his wanton side out of the public eye. Walking through the hallway with keys in hand and stashing his cellphone in his coat pocket, he got to the front door, locking it after he exited the building.
Getting into his car, he headed directly to the Red Light District. Quite a way out of his way, but for the price, and his release, it was worth it. He had bandages in the glove compartment for such an occasion as he was going into another's territory. As he pulled into the Black Swan, he pulled up his shirt sleeves and covered his wrists with the bandages, biting them apart and tagging them with the clips to hold them in place. He'd keep his socks on if he had to. And his shirt? Forget it. It was staying on.
Clocking his car after getting out, he stepped up to the door, and opened it to the posh host club that it was, dim lighting and all. Sitting at the bar, he immediately ordered a Screwdriver, something that would numb his senses for only a turn. The hostess turned up beside him as he finished half his drink and blinked, seeing a male behind her speaking to another. Red satin shirt, black slacks, the nines. Damned good looking younger asian too. "Take that away. I know what I want. Him. I'll take him. I don't care what it costs." The hostess bowed her head and immediately went to the man, speaking in a hushed manner towards him as he sat at the bar, waiting his turn.