A Slave's Demeanor

[b.lueeyes]

"Good boy," Dan said quietly, his hand caressing the teen's hip. "Now; take the drinks and get back to your table, I'll have them bring your order over." He said, almost tenderly. "Don't disappoint me."

 

As soon as the manager let go, he took the drinks (whiskey and shots, he noticed), turned and headed back through the crowd. He would do it, if just so that he didn't get punished. He didn't want to face Dan's wrath again. He balanced the tray on one hand, moving through the edge of the crowd easily. He looked up at the stage and got a wink from Kenneth, engaged in a three-way kiss with two he'd never met before. He looked away, his lips twitching from the cocky smirk in disgust. Then he schooled it again. He couldn't let Dan think he was anything less than what he wanted.

 

"Your drinks," he said huskily as he approached, setting down each glass and bottle carefully. "Your food is on it's way."

[Teesie]

Mihael nodded his head. Mark continued to stare at the young teen throwing sweet nothings into the air. Mihael sneered this was disturbing. All this would do would make the kid stay around longer. He should think about something else. Umm...like what they will serve him.

 

"Sooo," Mihael beginned, "How old are you exactly?" looking into the kids eyes.

[b.lueeyes]

Lucan's eyes widened for a moment at the unexpected question, and a slight smile came to his face to hide his surprise. His mind was screaming at him to tell him, 'Seventeen! I'm seventeen! but he knew that if he did that, he was done for. So, instead, he simply turned and leant his hip against the table, giving him a look. "Nineteen," he replied, "Why do you ask?"

 

(Lol, they don't even know his 'name' yet)

[Teesie]

Mihael stares at the teen for a while watching his lips as he answered his question. "You just look very young. I was wondering if you were legal, because if not this would be a crime toward whoever the owner was."

 

The way the kid shifted to lean upon the table caught Mihael's attention. Why did everything the teen do attract his attention.

 

Mark just continued to smile and stare at the kid like a aloof idiot.

 

(Lol I know. Im trying to make it more ....umm dramatic for the readers.)

[b.lueeyes]

(Very nice)

 

Lucan took a moment to breathe, tilting his head to the side some, a kind of spark lighting in his eyes. This man, even when partially intoxicated, seemed to have some kind of sense about right and wrong. He found that rather endearing, in a place like this. Just what was he doing here? "Yes, I'm told quite often I look a bit young."

[Teesie]

Mihael nodded....he wanted to know so much more about this boy, but that could be creepy. Knowing Mihael, but mostly how interesting this kid was, he could talk to him until the next morning. Let alone he'd rather be in the presence of this beautiful creature than his wife any day. Don't get him wrong his wife was a lady of standards and beauty that any man would die for...well besides Mihael that was.

 

Smirking Mihael let his head down. Look at him...all interested about a 19 year old. How pathetic, but at least he was legal.

 

"He likes you." Mark stated laughing. "Though sweetheart you haven't told us your name yet. Share." He demanded. He knew that at this club these servants weren't to disobey your orders so he used that to his advantage.

 

The question peeked Mihael's interest...his...name? Why in the hell had they not been of asked him this. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

[b.lueeyes]

Lucan couldn't help the small, husky laugh that escaped his lips as he looked to the man on the left, tilting his head to the side. He was actually surprised they hadn't asked his name already. "You can call me Sabre," he told them, one hand coming up to shift his collar. "Like the tiger."

[Teesie]

That made things even worse. Images of the boy purring and stalking like a cat was quite seductive. Sambre huh? No doubt that wasn't his real name. This place was strange. Mihael had to know more.

 

"What exactly is this place?" He asked the teen. Surely he'd answer him or that'll only make Mihael all the more suspicious. A new club on the block, yet it was packed with more strippers, whores, and servants than a club that has been here for years.

[b.lueeyes]

There it was. The question they weren't allowed to answer. It had been driilled into them all from the first time they'd been here. Not to reveal anything; the fact that he was in here meant he had passed screening, but still. One wasn't allowed to know what this place was...unless they were very high paying, or a member of the club's 'faculty'. So, Lucan, or Sabre if he preferred, gave a secretive smile, brushing a few locks of hair back slowly before he answered, pushing off the table. "Its just a bar," he replied as the song changed, a familiar song filling the air. He looked up, as did all of the other workers, as the lights changed to red and the heavy beat began. Luv had hoped to avoid this... he looked down, giving a playful smirk. "You're in luck, right place right time I guess."

[Teesie]

Mihael frowned suspiciously...what was this kid talking about? Right place? Right time?

 

The mood had changed drastically in the club. The lights dimmed changing to a red; making things a bit harder to see. Mihael looked toward the kid. He was quite the seductive person wasn't he? Though working at a place like this he had to be seductive right?

 

Mihael glanced around to see all the servants had paused in their action some with a relaxed pose while others had shudders running through their bodies. Ok what the hell was going on?

 

Mihael reached to his waist to see that his handgun was at ready if he needed it. His eyes squinted toward the boy. What was happening?

[b.lueeyes]

Luc turned his head over his shoulder, looking toward the stage door. Dan was standing there, a smile on his face as he stood next to the tech guy, who was talking to him with a hurried looking expression. The red head flicked his chin, and the dark haired teen turned back to the table. His hopes of getting out of this had been thoroughly destroyed as soon as the lights turned red.

 

Lucan looked between the two men as the beat began to slow, his dark fringe falling over his eyes. He pulled his leg up, and placed his bare foot on the table, moving to stand on the cherry-wood, looking down at the two men.

[Teesie]

Glancing up at the young teen Mihael was confused. What possible can this kid be doing?

 

"Hahaa ooh so we get a suprise huh?~" Mark commented. He looked a bit...well he looked extremely excited. Mihael stared cautiously at the kid above him. He hopped that Sabre didn't huet himself.

 

Gritting his teeth he tightened his hand around his gun. He didn't like this place....not one bit. Sabre had said it was just a bar. Well...he didn't like this bar; he should have stayed home with his wife.

 

"Mm i cant wait.~" Mark purred.

[b.lueeyes]

Lucan rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his bare hip, tapping his foot on the table, testing it. There was no choice in the matter; he had seen this happen every few nights. Red Zone. It was a sort of seductive kind of obligation that they had to just drop it and let loose for the customers. It disgusted Luc, and the taste in music, while bass and rather heavy, wasn't the best, he had to say (being a music student he had a taste for music).

 

He tipped his head back, baring his collared throat as the beat began to move faster, waiting what seemed like too long, before the beat finally dropped and he broke. Not only had he been a music student, but he had done a dance major for the past year, because sometimes he would be involved with theater. He rolled his hips down as and dropped as they all threw themselves into the dance, his eyes meeting those of the man in front of him, who looked like he was about to jump out of his seat and shoot the place.

[Teesie]

Slowly releasing the gun Mihael watched the servant's hips as he let himself loose. He was good at this wasn't he. Mihael had to admit that this kid should have been one on a pole. He was attractive yet again, except this time he had and effect on Mihael. The man starts to feel a twitch in his boxers and he redirected his eyes. This was wrong. He had a wife and two kids. At the point of looking away he caught sight of something much worse. That being that Mark had a proud erection and he wasn't hiding it at all.

 

Frowning from disappointment in himself and disgust in Mark; Mihael stood to leave. He couldn't handle this any longer. He placed a nice amount of money onto the table.

[b.lueeyes]

The beat thrummed in his ears as he moved, his dark hair flying across his face as he arched his back, moving with the fast paced bass. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the glint of something on the table and looked down to see the rather generous tips lying there. His first money ever. Which wouldn't be his, if he thought about it. Luc blinked once, nearly losing his footing, but managed to right himself as the man pushed himself out of the booth.

 

From the side-stage area, Dan's eyes narrowed in on the man. That was interesting. They'd never particularly had someone leave during Red Zone. Particularly leave a table setting. Perhaps he was new? After all, he'd seen little Lucan dance for himself, back when he was still in university. He wasn't that easy to take your eyes off of.

[Teesie]

Fixing his clothing a bit Mihael once again glanced at the teen. He couldn't he had to go; and now before he did something stupid.

 

"Hey Mihael where you going? The party is just getting started." Mark stated a hand now between his legs to hold his penis. Mihael sighed before slowly turning to leave the club. He knew that he shouldn't have come here. Now little Sabre would be in his head for a while now. What was wrong with him? Sabre was a male for god's sake. He has never remembered being attractrd to men. Grunting he decided to forget about it. He wasn't attracted to Sabre or any other male for that sort he was just stressed. He had had his alcohol now he needed sleep.

[b.lueeyes]

Lucan was surprised and rather confused when the two men left, one running after the other (with an obvious hard-on that disgusted the teen). But he couldn't say he wasn't relieved. After a few minutes more of table dancing with the audience being the crowd, some of whom were raving for him, he stepped down from the table and took the money off the table, holding the few coins and stuffing the notes into the tight waistband of his pants. Luc walked back towards the corridor doors. Dan met him there, grabbing his arm roughly and pulling him through the door, closing it behind them. "What was that all about?"

 

"I dunno, the guy just up and left," he said quietly, not too concerned about it.

 

"Oh, I'm sure of that Sabre," the redhead purred, leaning closer, the grip on his arm tightening. "You were a good little kitty tonight, weren't you? Even got some tips, rather nice ones at that. Not bad for your first good night out. But you just lost us two customers before they could pay for the stuff they'd ordered, so how about I take your cut?"

 

Luc scowled, his eyes cast down as he shoved the coins into the manager's hand, before he took the notes and did the same. Only then did he realist just how much was there. A fair amount, at least four notes and some coins. "There, take it. It wasn't my fault they left."

 

"Either way," Dan let of of his arm before he pushed him towards the door again. "Tell Jeremy you're on serving, and to get his ass back here. That'll do for the night." Luc kept his eyes down as he did as he was asked, thinking all the while about the two who had come in. What was with that guy with the tips? That was a lot of money. He didn't get this, he'd seemed interested...but what the hell did he care? This wasn't even a job; he wasn't some exotic danger; this was a death trap. You don't perform how they want you to, you end up in a ditch somewhere, or worse, get taken to the Houses.

 

The pianist kept quiet, and served his drinks.

[Teesie]

Mihael was relieves to get out of that place. The aura just wasn't right. There had seemed to be eyes on him the whole night he was there anyways, but that didn't seem to suprise him. Hm what was he thinking of leaving that little slut some money....surely he was just supporting a bad habit. Maybe drugs...but what did he care. The kid wasn't his. His sons for one was making a way for their future and not seductively dancing for a bunch of strangers. He will admit that Sabre peeked his interest for a while, but that's what sluts were for right.

 

A rythmic sound erruptes the quiet atmosphere. Mihael reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. He saw the caller ID of being Carla. Furrowing his eyebrow he let it ring going into miss call. Once it was over he clickes view miss call to see that he had 23. Rolling his eyes he discarded the phone back into his pocket. She had called hin 23 times and he had only heard it once.

 

Mark had soon caught up to him out of breath. His erection wasn't so proud anymore. That was a good thing. It would be ackward to talk to him in that state. "M-ihael wh-why'd you leave?" He asked out of breath.

 

"No time for that I have to get home to Carla. She's been worried sick. I'll talk to you tomorrow about the case; make sure to get a good night sleep. It won't be easy." With that Mihael started a long walk home. He could use the walk to clear his boggled mind.

[b.lueeyes]

The bar had filled during Red Zone, because honestly it was one of their more popular times. So Luc was run ragged trying to serve drinks. There were two others on drinks tonight, but that didn't matter in a place like this. There weren't any breaks, that was just it. Lucan wanted to get out of here; ever since he'd been thrown into this life he'd wanted to run away from it all. But there was no choice, in no way was this voluntary. He hadn't done anything to anyone. He just looked pretty on stage, apparently (according to Dan at least).

 

He tried to concentrate on his shift but...he couldn't stop the thoughts of his first time serving (without any problems), more importantly...the eyes. They were hazel, he could see that even in the dim light they had originally. And his hair...the man had strange coloring for an american, but then again, so did he, he supposed. He was only half-American, with some French in there. But...those eyes. They were inquisitive and strong, they were curious and deep in a way he hadn't seen before. The teen, despite his mind telling him not to be, was interested.

[Teesie]

Finally home Mihael was literally pulling his hair out. Carla had nagged at him for about and hour non-stop with an occassional slap here and there, but that wasn't what was bothering him. No! It was those damn kohl silver eyes that glimmed at him in the darkness. That thin fragile figure that seemed so delicate yet untamed. Sabre was intoxicating his mind like a drug. Why? He couldn't forget that seductive smirk he threw responding to his question. Though why was he thinking of him? Sabre was a nobody. He belonged to some whore club that defiled him as a person and seeing the confidence he radiated he seemed as if he accomplished something. Though through that all he just couldn't feel it. He couldn't feel the confidence that he presented.

 

Laying his head on the arm of the couch Mihael closed his eyes. There was no need thinking of the boy. Obviously he would never see him again. Even if he were to go back to that club. The club was huge and there were thousands of servants so there was no way that he would get Sabre again.

[b.lueeyes]

When finally he was told he could leave, he was late finishing that shift because of a few extra drinkers. Luc hurried down the corridors and into the room, collecting his clothes in a heap and running towards the back door. Anyone who missed their rides would stay on until the next shift. Which was tomorrow night. He was caught by the arm as he reached the door and dragged to the waiting car, a large blue minivan, and shoved inside. The scathing remarks and degrading comments about the fact that he was still fully dressed went unheard. He made sure he was first in the bathroom when they got back. He grabbed the sink and looked in the mirror, his breathing long and a little staggered. What was this? All he could think of was the curiosity, the difference in those hazel eyes. He didn't look at him like he was a piece of meat... He washed the Kohl from his eyes, taking a long time just to wipe away the dark makeup. When he was done, he undressed, took off his collar, and showered. When he slept that night, the only thing on his mind was the look in those eyes as they'd seen him dance.

[Teesie]

Mihael yawned. It was then next morning. He stretched, his bone popping due to the fact that he slept on the couch last night. Today he was to talk to sabr- no no Mark! Why the hell was that name still on his mind? Sitting completely up Mihael yawned once again. Hm...what should he eat for breakfast? Standing he decided to just eat at work.

 

Walking to the bathroom he passed by his wife to get into the shower. Once in he washed his body softly sighing as the water rolled down his body. A image of a smiling Sabre appeared making Mihael groan and get out the shower. What the fuck was wrong with him? The slut wasn't going to help him in anyway...just interfere with his train of thought. Hm though no matter how many times he denied not caring about Sabre a longing was embedded into his heart. Seeing him one more time would give him closure. At least once more.

[b.lueeyes]

"Get up!"

 

That, accompanied with a hand on his ankle dragging him half out of bed was his wake up call. Luc yelped and nearly hit the floor, managing to brace himself just in time. He gave a growl and shot to his feet, hopping a bit to untangle himself from his coverlet before he raced out the door after Ray, who was laughing all the while. The roommate of his who was closest in age, Ray was an annoying little shit to say the least. He was a nineteen year old literature major who had gone to the same university as he had, only last year. Luc grabbed him just before he could step into the kitchen and the two of them hustled into the kitchen, Luc with a dark expression on his face, and just a little bit of dark khol still around his eyes.

 

"Oh god, why did you have to wake me up?"

[Teesie]

Sipping coffee as his mind tried to work wasn't helping. He put the cup down and banged his head against his desk. A knock on his door made him raise his head. "Come on."

 

Carla walked in carrying a stack of manila folders. Each filled with files of a missing person. "Here's the latest teens that has been kidnapped." she informed slamming the folders on his desk. "Once again I can look foward to not seeing you again tonight." Carla stated her voice sound cold and menacing.

 

"Not now...I have to concentrate on this case." He argued pulling a folder from the middle of the stack.

 

Upon opening the file he read: An young artist student by the name of Lucan was abducted on july 15. He was said to being leaving campus and was snatched off the street....

 

He stopped reading turning the page to nearly drop the folder. There....staring back into his eyes with a sweet smile was Sabre...real name Lucan.

 

"Carla get the other cops in here this minute. I have an announcement." he knew there was something wrong. He just knew it.

[b.lueeyes]

Ray shot him a cute grin and poured him some tea, humming a little song as he did so. "Well, I wanted to hear about last night, yeah?" He said, bumping his hip against Lucan. "Saw you down there with your table." Luc rolled his eyes and peeled back a few satchels of crappy sugar to pour into his tea. He didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't. Even though he was annoying, Luc knew Ray wasn't the pushy kind. He wouldn't force him to speak. Truth be told, however he hadn't got that much sleep the hint before. He had been too busy thinking about...well, everything.

 

Here he was, kidnapped, living in a hovel with five prostitutes who have given up on escaping, being forced to do whatever was asked of him by perverted, sick fucks, yet all he could think about...was the man he'd been dancing for? He room a sip of his black tea, sitting down with a near miserable expression on his face. "Man, you lock wrecked." Ray said as he sat beside him, nibbling on his toast.