Fukushuu: Fukusuu Part 1: Will Ch. 1

"Wake up Ibanez!" The door, being pounded on, shook visibly.

            I was getting tired of these early mornings... (being nearly one o'clock in the afternoon now). Being a host was no picnic. You had to be up late, serving drinks and keeping the drunkards happy. All the while you had to make sure that you didn't get drunk and taken advantage of without being paid. I wasn't technically a traditional host as most would think as many imagine hosts actually putting out but I've not sunk to that level.... yet.

            "Damnit, Ibanez! Now!" The pounding continued with no hope of stopping. I knew who was on the side of the door, having heard his angry voice nearly every 'morning' since I came to live here. Unfortunately living above a club has its downfalls...

            "I'm up!" I yelled back at him, not actually moving from my spot on the bed (also known as two mattresses on the floor). Hey, I make enough to feed and shelter myself but not much more than that.

            The pounding stopped for nearly two minutes as I worked on falling back asleep only to start up again. "I know you're not up yet, damnit! Get your ass out of bed!"

            "Fuck!" This time in Japanese, my native language. I'm sure he knew the general idea of what I said but I really couldn't care less. I shoved the blankets aside, a string of more curses running from my mouth, and pulled on a pair of boxers. I went to the door and opened it, my half awake and very irritated face glaring out at my guest. "I'm up, happy now Jameson?"

            "'Bout time." He looked just as irritated but I noted the smug look on his face behind that. He was enjoying this but it soon turned to a fully fledged frown as he took in the fact I was in my underwear. "How many times do I have to tell you?! Put on some fucking pants before you answer the door!"

            A little grin pulled up my mouth. I was winning again. "You know you like it." I ran my hands down my chest in a very sexual manner just to piss him off more.

            "Fucking perv!" Jameson turned, covering his eyes. "Get dressed and get your ass downstairs. We've got preparation to do tonight. VIP's."

            I laughed and nodded. "Who is it this time?" I scratched the back of my head, my long black hair was sticking out in a few various places.

            "... Dragomir." Jameson's tone was low as if afraid someone was going to hear him. He didn't look back at me although he did put his hand down. "We have a meeting regarding it in an hour or so."

            My eyes were wide as soon as he said the name. Everyone knew who that was. He was the master vampire of the city and a rich and powerful undead man at that. "... Dorian Dragomir....? Are you serious?" He'd never come to the club before and I was surprised to hear he was coming now. Sure, Poison was a higher class place but it was hardly in the top ring. "Who is all serving his room?"

            Jameson looked back at me then. "You are."

            I slammed my hands on the table, looking quite offended. "Why do I have to serve Dragomir?! I've only been here for... what, two years?!" The meeting had started and I was just jumping at the chance to get out of this one. Normally I didn't say anything. Normally I would've just kept my mouth shut... mostly, and did as I was told but I'm a young, beautiful, vibrant young man! I don't want to get sucked dry by some blood sucker!!

            "Rob, sit down and shut up." The owner, Owen, commanded, trying to look authoritive. He managed the look quite well and I was resigned to sitting back in the chair, arms crossed and glowering. "Mr. Dragomir knows our rules and you won't come to any harm. We need several people to keep his room comfortable for him and you're one of our best here, despite some of your more obvious misgivings." He rolled his eyes.

            "But-!" I'm only thirteen, I'm too young to die! Sure, Owen thought I was eighteen and let me tell you, I pull off eighteen well but... fuck! I hate vampires!

            "He's arriving at ten. We have a lot of preparations to make and I want everyone to do work their hardest and get this place in top shape. I want to see money being made tonight and a lot of it." He droned on about all the things he expected from the workers, but I wasn't really paying attention after that. I was way too busy being concerned about my well being and before I knew it the meeting was over and people were filing out of the room.

            "Oh, and Ibanez, could I speak to you in private for a moment?" It was Owen again.

            "Shit." I mumbled, heard by several people who sniggered on their way out. I'd done it now. Pissed Owen off... That was not a good thing to do. Usually he was more tolerant of my mouth but maybe I went too far? I didn't think so but his expression wasn't an overly pleasant one (when was it ever?).

            We waited for the room to empty and I sunk further into my chair, trying to be much more invisible now. I hated being pulled aside. I usually meant I'd fucked up somehow.

            Owen was staring straight at me and didn't say a word until after the last person was out and the door was shut. "Ibanez, there's something I want to discuss with you. We've talked about it before but now that we have such a large client coming in I'd like to reiterate myself."

            Maybe I wasn't in trouble? I looked up, expectant. "What's that?"

            Owen had been in this business for a long time and he could talk about anything with a straight face. "I've been told Dragomir likes young men." He pressed his fingertips together and caught my aghast expression. "I did not mean just to eat. You know just what I mean Rob, when are you going to sell out for me?"

            I winced. He'd been bothering me about this for a long while now and so far I'd dodged the bullet. He was talking about me becoming a fully fledged host. It was the reason he'd originally agreed to let me work for him as I am a very aesthetic individual. But truth was I was a kid, a virgin, and not at all ready for something like that.

            "I know you're a virgin, Rob, and you'll fetch a high price. If we can sell you to someone like Dragomir... We could possibly get his support." Protection and money, just what Owen wanted.

            I shook my head. "I'm not interested Owen." I was still sulking a bit but would keep my head up high on this one. I wasn't ready and I didn't care how much was waved in my face. I especially was not interested in doing that with a vampire, especially a crazy motherfucker like Dragomir. I heard he eats babies...

            Owen could not have looked more displeased. "Rob... you're going to have to one of these days, you know. Why can't you just give up already? Do you know how much you could be making? Your tips would triple at the very least."

            I shook my head again, standing up and looking him straight in the eyes. "No, Owen. I'll continue to be a server and even let them grope a feel or two but," My expression could not be more serious. "I'm not interested."

           

            The evening quickly came rushing at the workers of Poison and before Rob could catch his breath from serving all the customers he was dealt he was finding himself being pulled aside.

            Jameson looked just as harried as Rob, his job as general manager was one he took with great pride and seriousness."Dragomir's car just pulled up. You need to go and clean yourself up and get your ass into the VIP room. You have less than five minutes." He shoved a new set of clothes at me, something much more formal than I was used to.

            "A suit?" I was not impressed. No one told me I'd be having to wear a full on suit. I knew we did special things for VIPs but this was ridiculous... Wait a second... Was this a fucking Armani?!

            "Go change and," He looked my long hair over critically. "Put this up but leave a little to fall into your face..." He tugged on one of the closer bits of my hair which was down this evening.

            "... Are you sure you're not gay, Jamie?" His well tuned mind to style was just uncanny enough...

            "Fuck you Ibanez. Go change." He turned me towards the backroom and gave me a shove. "And keep your mouth shut in front of Dragomir. I don't want you screwing this up for us!"

            I stumbled and looked back at Jameson with a dirty glare, giving him the finger for good measure. I looked at the suit as I made my way into the back room, finding the men's changing area easily. I didn't often have to use the room but I've had to clean it out enough times to know my way around.

            Like most nights, the room was busy with several men in different forms of undress. Fortunately it was still early so most of the men weren't drunk which usually ended up with one of the following scenes: men fighting, men throwing up, or men boinking each other. It all really depended on the time and either three option usually ended up with a lot of clean up work for me...

            There were several cat calls as I walked in and for the fun of it I played along. I brought a finger up to my mouth as if to shush them but let it slip into my mouth seductively.

            A few groans and more cat calls ensued and a couldn't keep a straight face for long, my face bursting into it's normal, playful grin. I laughed and found an empty bench where I deposited my suit and began to undo my shirt.

            "Looking forward to the Dragomir party?" One of the men, Keyr, came up behind me, arms wrapping around me. He propped his head on my shoulder and kissed at my jaw playfully.

            I shrugged, trying to get him to back off. He was always hitting on me and I knew, even without the hard proof pressing into my back, that Keyr was very interested in me. "No, I hope he chokes on his next meal actually." I frowned.

            "Aw... That's harsh." He'd not backed up much but actually closer now, his hands wandering down as I unbuttoned my pants. They tried to slip in past my guard but I gave them a sharp smack away.

            "Hands off." My elbow going back into his gut only hard enough to get him to truely back off. I'd made the mistake of actually decking him once before and Owen had returned me the favor. You don't go injuring his top sellers... I was quite a bit more careful now. "I hate vampires. Especially ones with such raps as Dorian Dragomir."

            Keyr wasn't at all injured, not even his pride. He viewed me as his own little conquest. I knew I was safe from him as long as I was still pure but as soon as I wasn't... Let's just say Keyr wasn't an innocent little faggot... He'd jump me in an alley if I told him no after that point.

            He laughed and pinched my ass, getting me to jump. "I hear he likes young boys."

            I wish people would stop saying that...

            He looked me over, his predatory look settling on his face. "Owen get you to sell out yet? Dragomir would be a great buyer..."

            I was really glad I'd worn boxers again today as his devilish looks were really making me nervous. I quickly changed my pants and pulled on the shirt, making sure everything was tucked in and smoothed out. "No, I haven't and believe me, you won't be the first I inform if I do." I began to work my hair back, the mid-back length jet black strands being easily worked back into a ponytail.

            That pissed Keyr off, his cool state quicklydisappearing. He gave me a look that would probably haunt my dreams for the next several nights. He came up close to me again but this time is manner was not sexual, but violent. "If you don't sell out soon I just might make it too late."

            I kept still as I was threatened, this the first time he'd ever threatened flat out to rape me. Sure, I knew he'd do it as soon as I... but would he try something before? I tried not to show my apprehension, instead moving away so that I could pull on my socks and shoes. I'd have to double check the locks from now on after that little comment from Keyr.

            My luck wasn't complete shit as Keyr was soon called off to work, making things much easier for me to get ready. I hadn't noticed but it seemed that many of the men had backed away from us, seeing as now they started to mill around closer to me. A few said hello as I finished getting dressed but I couldn't help but feel a dark mark upon me. Perhaps I had been taking Keyr way too lightly...

            "I thought I told you five minutes." Jameson grouched as I finally walked out of the dressing room and into the kitchens. It was obvious he had been waiting for me as he was on me as soon as I walked into the doors.

            "Ah... I got distracted." I gave him my best, cheekiest grin, the one that usually got people to lay off me a bit.

            "Distracted? By what?" He looked me over, making sure I looked as well as he pleased. "Wait,"He stopped me before I could return him with some smart-assed retort. "I don't want to know." He pulled a few strands of my hair out so that it fell annoyingly so in my face. "He's already here and you're late. I sent Mel out to greet him but you best get out there."

            I sighed heavily, letting the air puff out my mouth and blow the hair in front of my eyes. "Did he order someone right away?"

            "Yes, Isis is in with him now. She's starting off with a show as requested. He's not ordered anyone else as of yet but we have several on standby."

            Another sigh came from my lips. "Just how much money does this rich bastard have?" I held my arms out, getting irritated by the constant primping.

            Jameson growled. "You look fine. Get out there and don't fuck this up Rob. He has more money that you'll ever be worth, got that?" He pointed towards the door and before he could bitch at me more I had left.