[Vexx]

Material - adult situations, NSFW in this chapter

Spoiler for vol 03 ch 05 part 02 content:

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A half hour later, Sasaki was in an alien dimension where the tiny lass was sitting on Bashful's lap giggling nervously as he handed her another martini and arranging her long hair so it wouldn't get caught on anything. Kpau was sitting across from them in a matching lounge chair with Tiger's arm around the blonde stroking that magnificent hair.

Bashful's name was actually Keiichi and Tiger's name was Junichi. Sasaki decided quickly she would be screaming for help near Junichi but Kpau seemed to be just as rugged herself. Two tigers circling each other in mating season.

Keiichi, on the other hand, seemed quite sweet and was treating her gently as if he feared she'd run away. The fact she was about two seconds from running in terror made his gentle care quite appealing.

I've never done this. What am I saying! I was the butt of short jokes in high school! No one wanted to date me! In college, everyone was too introverted. And now I'm sitting on a man's lap and giggling as I swing my legs! And he just put his hand on my knee!

She glanced over to Kpau, who somehow was managing to pay complete attention to Junichi's attempts to speak English while keeping the corner of her eye on Sasaki. Sasaki suddenly knew with no doubt Kpau would drop a rock on Junichi in a heartbeat if Sasaki even blinked a certain way.

Okay. Keiichi doesn't give me any vibes to worry about at all. I should get to know him.

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“<Keiichi-kun, I really am scared to death. I've never done this.>”

Sasaki was sitting on a hotel bed next to an equally nervous Keiichi. Kpau and Junichi were next door and Sasaki was certain they were already at each other like rutting ferrets. They had gotten so embarrassing in the club, the manager had gently asked them to leave.

Keiichi fidgeted. Sasaki watched him out of the corner of her eye. His expression kept changing, as if … as if.

“<Keiichi-kun. Did Junichi-kun coach you? Are you as nervous as I am?>”

“<No! Of course not! I've done this many times … and I'm full of shit. Junichi said he'd find me a girl to knock my socks off, that he knew all the moves.>”

Sasaki found herself laughing hysterically, falling back on the bed and taking Keichi with her.

“<Keiichi! O my god! Kpau is like this renowned she-wolf!! She had him picked out seconds after we entered the club! He never had a chance!>”

Keiichi started chuckling and finally he was laughing as hard as Sasaki.

“<Thank you, Sasaki-chan, for telling me that. He's always boasting about everything. Now I can listen with a twinkle in my eye.>”

Sasaki got quiet. Her breath started catching a bit.

“<Do … do you … want to … with me? You don't have to if you aren't really that … interested ….>”

“<I can barely speak I find you so cute and pretty. But you said you were scared.>”

“<Sasaki thinks you would be gentle with her. I want to try if you want to. We're not getting any younger after all.>”

“<I would be honored to be your first and I may be lousy at it as you are my first.>”

Sasaki smiled. “<I see. Set my expectation low and I will be pleased? Let's find out, Keiichi. I am feeling brave with new job tending to wild rock bands and new world.>” Sasaki blanched. “<Uh! Wait. I don't have a … a ….>” She blushed.

Keiichi followed suit, blushing to match. ”<I have a condom. Um, it is even ribbed.>”

Sasaki burst into nervous laughter. “<See? Gentle and thinking of the girl! It will be fine.>”

Keiichi rubbed his scalp. “<Um, Junichi says we should undress each other. It's more exciting he says, like a present.>”

Sasaki nodded. “<We'll do that. But then let us not speak of Junichi again and do what WE want to do with each other.>”

“<Sounds good. I already am fond of you, Sasaki. I like laughing with you. I hope this leads to more.>”

“<I think it will, Keiichi>”

Sasaki relaxed on the bed and closed her eyes so she could more fully sense him unbuttoning her blouse. She was trembling but mostly from sheer excitement. His hands were shaking as well. It wasn't quite the way Tsika had put it but a very nice guy had come into her life who liked the way she looked and they could laugh together. The blouse, the bra, her pants. OH! He's already undressed!

Was Kpau a kami of love in some way? It was like she'd planned it all! Oh, my! That feels so amazing! Feels so good!

“<Sugoi!! Sugoi!! Kimochi ii, Keiichi!! Iku! Aaaaa! Iku!>”

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Sashiko loped up the stone path through the inn's garden towards their room. A bottle of sake in one hand and Hank's hand in the other. His palm was sweaty. Or was it hers?

“Are we in a hurry, Sashiko? I'm stumbling from all the booze and you want to drink more?”

“Ah need to drink more. The stallion and his harem were getting' so cuddly me ears were steaming. Besides, ah think this constitutes as good a time as any to get comfortble with yew so we don't keep jittering all over each other.”

“Okay?” Hank was suddenly feeling pretty sober and concerned. Was he about to get stuck in the friend zone? Again? Had he made an error in courting her or had he completely been led astray and she just wasn't interested in guys at all anymore? He still enjoyed being around her either way but it would be a terrible thing to have to kill another budding hope. Again.

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“Ah! My Blar, I-I-I can't keep vertical! So much rum! Whee!” Glycerin chose the wrong shoulder and nearly careened her and Tsika into a shrubbery. Blar reeled them both back just in time.

“We're tryiing to get to our room and THEN get completely wasted. Glyc, you got a head start I think, you wickedly sexy sorceress.”

“Sorry, love! They made s-such delightful spiced rum drinks, I forgot to c-c-count!”

“We're spinning like a top, Mister! Round and round!”

Glycerin now Snake broke away and spun slowly like a wounded Stevie Nicks.

“Snake!” Tsika wasn't doing much better herself as she lurched over to hang onto Blar's belt. “Stupid shadow is going to throw up from spinning! Huge mess!”

Blar started laughing. Tsika was certainly treating Snake like everyone else at the moment. One of Glycerin's ongoing pleas was being adhered to – not to be treated differently.

Ths spinning stopped though her soft purple pupils kept dilating and contracting as fast as Blar had ever seen Glycerin's eyes flicker and shift. He had a mental impression of two tipsy women trying to drive the same vehicle.

“Okay! Got you two gyroscopes! We're mere feet from the door, try not to break it. Softwood, paper, and glass remember? Slides, remember? Right, here we are. Ever-one stand still just an instant!”

Tsika giggled and threw herself onto Glyc. Her voice was low and raspy. “Glycccca! My sexy Glyc! You need to stay in focus! If you're blurry, Blar can't catch you to manhandle you!!” Tsika nearly collapsed laughing at her own joke.

“Oh, my touchable doll, I-I … can't hold you-you … up! Blar!”

Blar got the door open and grabbed them both by their waist belts dragging them in and falling to the floor with the two women sprawled limbs askew over him.

“Right. Door closed now. Closed.” Glycerin stretched a long leg over to the door and nudged it shut with the toe of her boot.

“Bear! Where's the sake?” Tsika rolled over on her back as she tumbled off of Blar.

“You have it in your hand, little brain-blown mite.”

“Oh! Silly me. Opening it now. Hmm, screwtop. Ah, it is a fortune! Liker cookie! Will be screwing on top, yes?”

“Only if we can watch!” Came a feminine voice from the near the door followed by a snorting giggle.

“Too drunk to get embarrassed, naughty Mouse! Maybe I come suck on your neck and make marks!”

“Tie me down, little dove, and I'm yours.”

Blar listened to two bouts of simultaneously snorting, giggling, and the random hiccup. He staggered to his knees and grabbed each woman around the waist to try to herd them over to the bed.

Gah, mismatched freeweights! Ninety-some odd pounds and one hundred fifty or sixty pounds. Must remember to switch out periodically or it's Quasimodo time.

“Come … on … you two … sexy … little animals! I'm tempted to see what makes you tick together … or maybe who can moan the loudest.”

Blar could sense the burbling of mild panic from Tsika as she giggled and struggled. Glycerin was not much better, she was trying to reach around and grab Tsika as she kissed and squeezed any part of Tsika she could latch onto.

They finally ended up on the floor beside the bed with a fair amount of the sake on them.

“I forgot you'd said you opened it. What's left?”

Tsika threw her head back on the bed and toss her hair tails up on the sheets. “Enough, rancid Bear! Enough to go around!” She took a sip and passed it to Blar.

“You wouldn't really take me now, would you sweet Bear?” That sounded a little nervous.

“So tempted to … especially if Glycca helped.”

Tsika laughed but it was a high-pitched shrieking nervous laugh.

“I'd love to help my Blar ravish my little princess, but we knows her dreams so we'll be good. Doesn't mean we can't torture and tease though!”

Glycerin had already set the sake bottle on the bedside table and lunged over Blar, grabbing Tsika by the thighs. Tsika squealed like a dying rabbit and tried to escape but Glycerin slithered over Blar and enveloped her tasty rabbit. At least that was Blar's version of the event happening in his lap.

Suddenly it got quiet and Blar focused. Glycerin was kissing the daylights out of Tsika. More fascinating, Tsika was kissing back. No tentativeness, no restraints. She was kissing her Mouse back with fire. Blar relaxed and stroked both their backs. The kiss ended with Tsika and Glycerin nuzzling noses. Glycerin's eyes were wet.

“Thank you, little doll. We knows it is hard for you.”

“Not hard, my Glycca. Meant every bit of it. For my Mouse, it is good.”

Blar lay his head back and tried to focus on the ceiling as he massaged their necks.

“Now we have big problem and I am drunk enough to deal with it! Time for lesson, Glycca?!” Tsika's voice ended on a rising shriek. She was totally sloshed.

What the hell are they talking about? I'm trying to calm myself down here from a massive salute to these two lovely sweets and, holy shit!

Tsika unclipped Blar's jeans and unzipped them as her head weaved unsteadily. “You follow my lead and we do this together! Our Bear needs tender care for all stress we put him through!”

My brain just train wrecked. I can't believe! “What? Wait! You don't have to do this! I thought …! Aren't you …? Gah! Oh my god!”

Small fingers stroked and Blar shivered. Tentative long fingers added their input and his brain mushed. He shut up. The room got much quieter.

“Now … my Mouse. You tease gently … with lips and tongue … like … this.” Exploding oblivion from small lips.

“Oh … o-o-oh, like ….” He thought it was oblivion before but the soft bare touch of larger tasting lips and a flick of a tongue amplified his insanity. The two pairs started matching each other's movements up and down. Blar focused just long to look. Tsika and Glycerin were eyeball to eyeball as they treated Blar. What little brain he had left brokenly processed that Glycerin was completely focused on Tsika, that their lips were touching as they licked and kissed on him. At first he thought she was sidestepping panic by focusing on Tsika but then that theory got blasted when Glycerin's lavender eyes glanced up at Blar. They were wild and excited and when she saw Blar watching, she executed a long flickering stroke with her tongue. She was enjoying the hell out this, being with her little doll and the only guy she had ever really trusted.

Blar's mind collapsed. He heard some faint squeals.

“Oh m-my. It-it is quite m-m-messy! Come h-here, my dove.” Blar wasn't sure he should look but couldn't stop himself. Yes, Glycerin was cleaning up Tsika's face with kisses and licks. He had obviously lost his mind. Or they were all really that drunk and tomorrow was going to be a brand new day. Now Tsika doing the same for Glycerin. Brand new day. Tomorrow might be really awkward.

“Don't blame me tomorrow and thank you both very much. I'll admit I was going absolutely crazy wanting both of you. I … I suppose I could ….”

Blar ran his hands down both their blouses stroking a breast with each hand. Tsika was caught off-guard and moaned. Glycerin whimpered. It wasn't a fearful whimper. She wanted the touch. They both climbed up and snuggled against him. Glycerin had an arm around Tsika and Tsika was stroking Glyc's hair.

“I think my sweet Mouse got some Blar in her hair. We may have to shower before we pass out, precious Mouse.”

Blar pulled on the back of Glyc's hair a little roughly pulling her head back. She didn't resist and he took her mouth, tasting, licking her tongue, kissing her nose, her eyes. Her breath was short and rapid, catching roughly as his fingers danced on her breasts under her blouse.

“Oh my! So n-nice. We feels so safe with our Blar and doll.”

Blar turned and gave Tsika the same treatment, eliciting erotic squeaks and moans as he dragged his nails down her small breasts and tummy.

“Just remember, delicate flower, whose idea it was to teach Glycerin how to do that when you freak out tomorrow after you sober up.”

“I … plan to be so drunk I remember nothing!” She grabbed at the sake bottle as Glycerin retrieved it and handed it to her. She took a long drink. “I can almost chug this stuff it's so smooth.”

Tsika looked fiercely at Glycerin. “This is how it can be, my Mouse. I want it to be this way because I want my Mouse to stay. Please stay?”

Blar didn't miss the sudden realization on Glycerin's face as her eyes darted back and forth between Blar and Tsika. She started crying.

“It-It is just so h-hard. I g-get these w-w-waves of not belonging, of being in-in the way. I don't kn-know where they come from. It isn't Snake. Snake screams at the waves! She hates them. She loves you! All of you! And we're afraid. I'm afraid. I might need some treatment but they would treat everything! And I'd a zombie with no Snake like before! Can't someone treat just my bad feelings and leave Snake alone? We hates the drugs so much!”

Blar squeezed them both. “I remember reading an article that marijuana in low doses is a good well-targeted treatment for depression. It might also help curb your panic attacks. That's available in Oregon but we can't get a reliable supply or be certain of the quality here. Plus they'd kick our ass out of the country in a heartbeat. We could short the tour and ….”

“No!! NO!! I won't do that to the b-band … to Tsika! Just-just keep me safe and distracted, not alone! It's only twenty or so m-more days. We can do it!”

Blar looked at Tsika. She was obviously torn. She coughed and patted her friend's cheek. “We'll see how it goes, Glycca. I'd drop the tour in a heartbeat if I thought it put you in danger!”

“I agree. Just don't get all balled up, Glycca. Keep us in the loop anytime you feel off base. We'll be there for you.” Blar kissed her forehead as she wiped her eyes.

“Okay, I've made a mess of you two and thank you both. I won't be able to add two and two for days now. You two go share a shower and groom each other. I like hearing you two in the shower, yes, I'm a pervert on that matter. But it's like watching Glyc comb Tsika's hair. It just makes me damned happy.”

Blar lay his head back. “Make me take a shower, too. Even if you have to beat me with a stick. I may pass out while you two splash about.”

“It would either be the shower or we'd dump you on the floor, stinky sake-covered Bear!”

“Hey! Whose fault was … o yeah, joint effort. Right . Crawl to the shower so I can watch your slinky butts exit the room. Ouch! Hey!” Blar tackled both as they tried to crawl off amidst screams and giggles after pinching him.

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“Okay. Wot evar yew do, dinnae move. It goes lahk this.”

Hank had his fingers out on a piece of plank Sashiko had scrounged up next to the room and she had her folding knife out. She rocked as Hank heard her whispering number counts to herself.

“You really didn't have to bet that and I'd really like to keep my fingers. You're totally snockered, Sashiko.”

“Ah dew this better drunk than sober. And it tain't noo fun if there be no bet!”

Sashiko weaved unsteadily and then counted down in what Hank figured was Scottish or whatever they called it.

“a trì! a dhà! a h-aon! Rach!”

He stayed frozen as the knife jabbed between his fingers fast as lightning in a staccato pattern. If he pretended it was someone else's hand, it was kind of nifty to watch. He'd seen this game in one of the Alien movies years before but had no idea it was such an ancient pastime for idiots. There was a specific pattern and a fixed number of rounds to it.

Sashiko had bet she would sleep with him if she nicked him.

This was after they'd finished off the bottle of sake in the hotel room, traded mild insults, and hurled their sneakers at each other. Hank decided Sashiko's bare feet were pretty cute as well, which just told him how twisted he was getting over her.

Hank could see her counting, totally focused on the stabs. And then she was done.

“Wow. You did it. I'm slightly depressed but more impressed … “

Sashiko was staring in shock at a small bubble of blood between Hank's pinky and third finger.

“Whoa, I didn't even feel that. Can't even see the nick. Must be one hell of a sharp … knife … oh.”

Sashiko mutely got up to retrieve a tissue and blotted Hank's wound. Her eyes were as wide as Hank had ever seen them. She still had on her black face paint design around her eyes so they accentuated her expressions and the sharp green of her pupils.

“Ah've never missed before. Never. Ah bet. Gotsta pay out.”

“No big deal. I'm not expecting you to ….”

“AH GOTSTA PAY OUT. IT'S LAHK AN HONOR THING!”

Hank took the knife, put it down and took her hand. “You do not have to do anything you don't want to do. Period.” He was sobering up really fast at Sashiko's panic.

“Ya dinnae get it. It's like national pride or sumthin. AH'D KNOW I DINNAE PAY OUT.”

“Wait. Wait. You bet … you bet you'd sleep with me. That's exactly what you said. Right?”

She sniffled. “Yeah?” Very soft gravel voice.

“So sleep with me. You didn't say you were going to have sex with me or I was going to get to take you anyway I wanted. Just … sleep with me.”

“But that wasna the intent ….”

“Letter of the law. That's how I'm reading it. You go shower first, I'll shower and then we'll just crash together in the same bed. Your national pride thing is covered.”

“Yer okay with that?”

“What I'm okay with or might fantasize about is … not the issue here. I don't want you scared of me and frankly, just … err … just keeping you warm sounds wonderous. Yeah, didn't mean to go that way with that. Too Much Information.”

“Ah dinnae get you at all. Ya gots a glittery flouncy Kpau that would jump in the sack with ya in a heartbeat as long as ya didn't get mushy on her and you spend all yer time staring at a wiry skinny woodpecker who cuts her hair wit' garden shears and growls like sumthin' out of da Exorcist.”

“I … have … particular tastes. I like next door girl tomboy types. I love freckles. Red hair. It helps that I like butting heads with you. You make me smile. I can't believe anyone so talented gives me the time of day but there you are.

Sashiko's face was so red her cheek freckles had nearly vanished. “Dinnae bullshit me, yer a talented dobber on tha lights and sound. Iz lahk keyboards but with different magic.”

“You're sidestepping. Look, keep this simple. The debt is paid if you just curl up next to me. Hit the shower. I'm having a great time with you and don't want it busted up over a little finger nick.”

Sashiko nodded and padded off to the shower, her head down whle Hank rolled his eyes at her pretty back.

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Hank brushed his teeth and trimmed his jaw whiskers. Then he slipped on his shorts he'd taken to wearing for nightwear. Here we go.

Sashiko was indeed over in the bed he'd been using. She was on one side and curled up in a ball. She seemed to be passed out, so Hank was careful sliding into his side of the bed. He cut the light, leaving just the little nightlight Kpau had brought shining a dim blue flicker.

Hank rolled on his side and looked at the little ball of Sashiko. All he could see was her back and that shock of red hair she called a hairstyle. She had taken all of her piercings out. Hank thought that would make sense. Laying on them probably hurt after a while. He started to close his eyes when she rolled over.

Bright eyes looking at him in the near dark. “Yew can still take yer pay out the way it were intended.”

“Is that what you want to do? No, I can tell without your answer it scares you. Don't want that. I like you. I think you can stand me. If it turns we really like each other, well then maybe when you're excited instead of scared.”

Sashiko's lips pursed. A slender hand reached out and Hank took it in his.

“Okay, I think ah'm not jittery around you any moar. Ah dinnae think you're goofing with me. Ah still think yer a bit nuts thinkin' ah'm a wee fishie. Let's hav' fun and jus' see how it goes.”

“I think that's all I ever wanted. You're shivering like crazy.”

“Yeah! Fook! Damn ocean air creeps in at night and there's no heat in these picturesque wooden piles!”

“Come here. I'll play the role of Kpau tonight. No messing with you. Promise. Just get closer and catch some heat off of me.”

Sashiko scooted over and lay her head on his arm as he pulled the covers over her shoulders.

“Okay, I think this is the best prize ever for a nicked finger.”

“Yer a daft glaikit.” A moment later. “Thanks. It's been a happy riot so far wit' ya. G'night.”

“Good night, Sashiko.”

“Yew can call me Sashi, ya know, it's all right.”

“I like to call you Sashiko.”

“Yer a pure dobber.”

“You're warm and soft. Go to sleep or I'll compliment you more precisely.”

“Augh! You win!”

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Okay, I'll probably get some "what the hell?" out of this chapter but I had some fun writing it. I re-arranged a couple of plot points from a bit further in to make one big raucous night for everyone in the band. Some pathos but lots of "adult situation" and hopefully amusement.

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All You Need To Know About the Music Business by Donald S. Passman. (the 8th ed.)

It is modern, discusses the various routes a band might take, how much things costs, how much people cost, how much a band might expect to make from a gig to a tour to a record deal, etc. Great resource. for writing or for actually getting into the business of music.