A Weakness

    Here I am stranded in a club full of idiots. I'm not even sure if you can call it a club since it's quite run down with less than ten people in it. Two guys are making smoke figures trying to impress two other ladies. There seems to be another guy trying to imitate them but failing to do so and just ends up choking in his cigar. A girl is drawing dirty things on a wall with no one to care. There's just one simple guy calmly drawing in his notepad, couldn't he have gone to a calmer place? Then again, the music was lame as hell. What kind of club is this? I came thinking I could get a scoop about a crime committed three hours ago only to get lost by a stupid taxi driver and ending up at a totally different club.

    Asami would be furious if he knew I went out without his consent but what does it matter? It's my life and as long as he keeps telling me I'm in his hands I'll do just the opposite of his commands. Though I scare myself whenever he "punishes" me for not obeying. In some way I...enjoy it.

What the heck? I think to myself.

    I stand up and head towards the bathroom trying to obliterate my thoughts. As I was finishing my 'business', I could hear thunder from afar. "What a sucky day I'm having," I mutter to myself. "Better head back before the rain catches me." as I sluggishly mutter these words, another man doing his 'business' looked nervous and glanced at me every ten seconds. "He's probably high." I say in my head. 

   

    I take my leave and start by foot to the train station only two blocks away. After walking for about five minutes., I can feel the presence of somebody following me. I fasten my pace a bit more and pull my camera close to my waist so they don't get it easily if he or she plans to steal it. 

    I think about the first time that something similar had happened to me. It was when I got in trouble from taking photographs of a club belonging to a mafia guy. The excitement of encountering something dangerous is still engraved deep in my mind because that was when I met Asami for the first time. And also, it was when my life changed to a 180 degree angle. Being touched for the first time by a man..and having my FIRST time with a man. It gave me shivers down my spine just recalling it: his touch, the roughness in the way he took me, the many times he made me climax. It was certainly something I'll never forget the rest of my life.

    I got startled at the sound of a car honking. I was ready to make a run for it when a familiar voice spoke out from the Chrysler 300c and froze me in place.

   "It seems you attract trouble everywhere you go." 

   Asami didn't sound happy, as a matter of fact, I wonder how he would sound happy. I've only ever heard his deep, rich voice calm -- except from when we are in bed. I could feel myself blushing at the thought of it.

    "If you don't want to be rubbed off with it then don't get involved with me." I coldly replied. He smirked, "Get in." He told me as the car door opened reveling only a dark shadow. My heart started to race a mile a minute and it made me mad that it did. I turned my head away and defeated, I climbed inside the car as the rain started to drizzle.

    The silence was immensely awkward. Asami would usually bring up a subject no matter how unimportant it was or I would, but my racing heart would get discovered if I uttered a word. I was weirded out for a moment until he suddenly turned around (and caught me glancing at him), pulled me by the waist, and kissed me heavy, hard, and long. His hands started up under my shirt fondling my chest. I started to resist but the more I did, the more passionate his kisses were. 

    "Hnn..ah.." I tried gasping for air but the second I could get an inch of it, his lips were already pressed against mine and his tongue delved in deeper. "A-Asami!" I muttered but he didn't seem to hear me (or he probably was ignoring me.) 

    "Mmmhh..ahh" I couldn't contain my moaning from seeping out and felt quite shameful since the chauffeur could hear our passionate make-out. My energy was being drained and I couldn't think nor put up any more resistance. The pleasure was rising to my head and I couldn't fight back any more. I noticed that throughout all this fervent kissing, Asami hadn't tried "playing" with my lower region. He would slide his hand under my......under my....well you know what. 

    It made me somehow quite lustful and desired his touch even more. When the kiss ended, we were panting in rhythm. "A-Are you mad?" I said in a frenzied whisper, unable to catch my breath yet.

    The car slowed down and came to a halt in front of Asami's habitat. "Wait inside." he commanded, all signs of evidence from our heated make-out now gone.