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[NecroZombieCourtesan]

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Kimon Takaba

When stepping into the room he commanded complete attention. It wasn't because of his physical appearance, Kimon, himself, looked as feminine as any one of these two bit show boys. Maybe it was because he wore the grandest inflamed impassioned expression anybody could muster. However every eye in the room was locked on him. After stepping down a set of five or six steps he took a grand stride in the direction of the VIP rooms, flashed a card at the bouncer and proceeded to sit behind a large pane of glass, alone and majestically dangerous as a slumbering lion.

He watched from above the rest of the tables, in what appeared to be a conference or party room. Kimon liked his space, his privacy, and to not be bothered by drunk people's noises. A young man entered the room, dressed in a long pink gown, quite flamboyantly asking whether or not Kimon was interested in some 'special' services. Kimon did not answer but instead scribbled down some instructions on a sticky notepad and stuck it too the waiter's forehead. When the pink dressed garb of man flesh didn't move quick enough Kimon leaned forward and gave him a soft pat on the hind end. "Well go on. I don't want you." The man in pink looked quite astounded and sought his manager for further instruction. After a few minutes of discussion, glancing up at Kimon every now and again the manager came up to the glass room in person.

Sir Ro...Renna isn't here today. He..Today is her day off. Could I possibly send another attendant to look after you this evening?

Kimon didn't seem to even inhale the idea. In fact he seemed absolutely appalled. "Are you a man of means Mr.De'cartes?" The greasy old manager shook his head and wrung his hands together nervously. "Well then at the very least you, could understand this. Why would I pay for some second rate Okama when a very good friend of mine could call up this 'Renna Twist' and have him come into work on short notice. This particular friend of mine should have known I was coming and made arrangements ahead of time. You see, this friend would also know that I am accustomed to getting what I want and can get a bit, testy, if things don't go my way." Normally Kimon was kind, honest, forgiving and understanding, but when it came to sleazy bar management he could be incredibly amoral. At the present moment he wasn't too happy, he had a headache and couldn't take any fake shrill voices. Renna's alto might just be enough to soothe the savage beast.

Yes sir. I will see what I can do While the management went down to call 'Renna', Kimon sat back and closed his eyes. Though this Renna and him had a good time a few evenings ago, talking, and playing cards, he would give the guy fifteen minutes. If 'Renna' wasn't here by then, then Kimon was gone, along with the money he planned on spending this evening.

 

[Bound To Pleasure]

Roy Highwall sat in front of a blank canvas; mixing various paints together to get his desired color. Roy was an artists; a painter to be specific. Not half bad at that really. About his house were countless works of art crafted by his brush. Landscapes, still life’s, abstracts, portraits. You name it and he could paint it. He loved painting more than anything else. And he was about to paint something new. He was feel quite inspired and Roy, just like any good artist knew; that you should strike when the iron was hot. One always did there best work when inspiration struck, so he was quite sure he was going to make something that could be called a master piece.

He was just about to touch his brush to the blank canvas and his cell phone range; causing him to cringe. With a frustrated sigh he angrily trusted his paint brush into a water filled cum and picked up his cell phone; flipping it open. Hearing it was his boss on the other line her rolled his eyes. “What is it; it’s my day off.” He said angrily. He quickly grew silent as the boss began to fill him in on what was going on.

“Kimon Takaba? He said in a small hush voiced. “Asking for me? ….NO! no, I’ll be right over!” He said, hanging up and running into his bed room, He opened up his special trunk of clothing. Most of his work outfits were at work but he didn’t have time to get dressed there. He had a few special things here for just such cases. He grabbed some clothing and went to his bathroom

He slipped on a red, silky Chinese red dress with floral patterns. Long slits cut along the side that showed off his smooth legs. It was so high cut in fact, that you could catch glimpses of the lacy red panties he was wearing underneath it. He fixed up dyed blue hair (( What, he’s an artist; they do that kind of thing )). He threw on a pair of high heals and ran went down to his car and speed off. He couldn’t believe Kimon Takaba asked for him again. The tips Kimon left could take care of rent for a month and then some.

About 10 minutes later he threw pulled up and parked at the night club. He was no longer Roy Highwall, but Renna Twists. Roy, sadly; wasn’t all that famous. No one was interested in his art yet. But Renna on the other hand was one of the most well known hosts in the night club. He made his way into the club and right into the VIP room smiling to Kimon. “Good evening Mr. Takabe. I’m ever so sorry I’ve kept you waiting. If I knew you were coming in tonight I would have been in here waiting for you.”

 

[NecroZombieCourtesan]

Whether prestigious arrogance be nature or nurture, Kimon had plenty of it to go around. Brought up in one of the most prominent and twisted families in all of Japan, he was led to believe that he was some kind of prince. Truly, if money and power made the man then Kimon was an emperor. His trade, his families trade was hardly legal. Most of the world was dealing in substances and flesh the Takaba's just happened to sell it all. He had enough comfortable padding to buy a small island, stock it with food, and live there for the entirety of his life. But he didn't prefer isolation, and he hadn't found that certain 'special' person of who might treat him to most pleasurable company.

Call him picky or just jaded, but he was very particular on who he kept around and who he fed to the wolves. Not many had the audacity to try and stay in his favor because at times Kimon could be fairly difficult to deal with. Besides his silent sarcastic expressions, he wasn't too comfortable with being himself in front of certain individuals. Kimon was always in a bit of a paranoid dilemma, thinking that most people liked him only for his money and most people didn't deserve to see his 'good' side.

"Hello, Renna. You don't have to overwork yourself for me. I would have gone home sober for once had you been busy." Cool, calm, and casual as always he didn't need to utter but a few words to demand that 'Renna Twist' take a seat next too him. "How are you on this wonderful, Romantic Thursday evening? You look so sweet, I could eat you up I really could." Kimon, being pervasively beautiful, had a mesmeric swagger about him. It was as if his mere presence somehow made somebody classy in character, or more defined. And it was definitely known, that if he praised a person for their looks or any of their artistic talents whether it be musical, sexual or strange doodling, their works would be renown as some great masterpiece. Now that he was interested in 'Renna Twist' there was a good chance that in the near future he would see fit to critique Roy's
own talent.

"I heard that you paint. When you aren't working here of course. Would it be too forward of me to ask to see something of yours someday. I might be interested in purchasing something if it fits my fancy." Although he didn't let on like he knew anything about art and the thereof, he was fairly knowledgeable on the subject. In fact he was at one time an artist, himself, of strange quality but revered nonetheless. After transcending into what he considered adult hood he stopped painting altogether.

"If you could possibly get me some 'Everclear' I would be much obliged to allow you to sit. I have been hoping for a bit of company today, having rarely gotten out of the office all week. I was hoping that we might get better acquainted, maybe even satiate some of my thirst." Kimon didn't normally suggest anything, he demanded it. When he did happen to come across a person who may not be swayed by the grave hand of fortune, he liked to take things slow, ease his friend into the web, before the weary fly has time to realize that Kimon is indeed a spider. Maybe it was the thrill of the chase. Aside from a bar relationship he didn't yet have feelings for 'Renna' or Roy. They just weren't that acquainted.