Chapter 6: Dirty It Up

On the same day, midnight, Eugene was seen sitting on a sofa as he got his eyes hooked to the television.

He did got too comfortable as he had an apron on while being shirtless.

The door knob makes a click sound and the door opened quietly,

“Wow mom, you’re finally late as usual, met a man?” Eugene teased.

“Are you trying to mock me with your dressing? Are you sure you’re my son cause you do look inviting.”

She replied as she pulls off her heels and hands them over to sir Eric who came inside with her as well as her purse.

“Oi, sir Eric, get the knockout drug ready, it seems we have a horny woman on the loose and she is currently giving her son the eyes.”

“Haha young sir, It’s always ready for such emergency.” Sir Eric showcases a syringe with a black label on it.

“Give me a break, am just asking before I make a great pleasurable mistake.” She lazily replies as she lies on the couch next to the sofa.

“If you will now excuse me madam, I will now take my leave.” Sir Eric requests.

“Suit yourself.” Eugene’s mom permits.

“Anyways mom, how was the date?” Eugene asks in curiosity.

“Quite sharp, aren’t you? Well, as you can see me not feeling lovey-dovey, it did went downhill. Just a young man looking for a freaky sex adventure.”

“it would really be lovely if I could live a life of such.”

“Loose your virginity first.” Eugene’s mom burst out in laughter as she mocks her own son.

“You don’t have to be that harsh.” Eugene said with a disappointed look on his face.

“The truth always hurts and it’s always harsh dear.”

“Don’t worry mom, you will soon come into my room, only to perceive some fishy smell.”

“Son, that would be your school socks.”

“Forget about having a meal this midnight.” Says Eugene as he gets up and head to the kitchen, having his pride get hurt.

“Awwn son, don’t be like that, okay? Why don’t I take you down to a red light district?”

“Mom, I’m sixteen!”

“Age is just a number dear.”

“Tell that to the jury!”

...................

The city was still lit with the night lights. The sky, favourable to the underground world.

Just like on the day, the streets and roads, it was filled up with people going to their various businesses:

Night shifts, partying, blind dates, sleep overs, international business, juicy sex adventures and so on.

Ken could be seen trying to get into a club, but he was being stopped by a bouncer.

“Hey! Why are you not letting me in!?”

“Despite being a regular here, you did treat me dirty, but guess what? Your not even eighteen yet. Isn’t your birthday next week?”

“S...so what?”

“You might be bulky but you won’t fool me anymore. You know what to do, hand me over some extra bills and I will turn a blind eye to your illegal age... ‘Teenager'.”

“How really annoying.” Ken hands over some bills to the bouncer and heads inside, almost barging in.

He then goes through the crowd, and heads towards the VIP floor, as he was quite known in the club.

Reaching onto one of the doors there, he knocks and waited for a while before a voice sounded from the inside,

“Ken? Come on in.”

 Ken opens the door and walks in and bowed saying,

“Greetings seniors.”

As he raises his head, to his sight, it was obvious that bewilderment was written all over it.

In front of him were guys already having their fun with their ladies.

A guy whose hair colour was red walked up to him shirtless and ‘whack!’ down goes Ken to the floor.

The red haired squatted and grabbed his head and brought it closer to his face and spoke up,

“Hey Ken, are you trying to ridicule us? How did you get yourself beaten up by a girl? Huh?”

As he made the statement, the ladies in the room laughed out loud.

“Hey Chiro, get off the way, I want to see this fucker’s face.” A voice sounded.

“Okay man, don’t throw up out of shame.” Chiro replied as he got up, leaving Ken on the floor.

“Hey! Eyes over here, you bastard!” the voice sounded again as it belonged to the guy who was getting serviced.

Ken looked carefully to see the guy peek out his head behind the girl.

“Fuck! It seems that this guy doesn’t concentrate!” the same guy speaks up again and this time around, he lifts the lady up and stood up.

“Hey Ken, what did I tell you?” the dark bulky guy, who was also bald, looking more like a bouncer, asked as he stretches to an ashtray on the table and picks up a cigarette that is still lit, for a smoke.

“D...don’t return to you with shame?” Ken replied as he trembled on the floor.

“Hey Chiro, is this guy sitting on the floor?” the bald guy asked.

“Yup, now I see him, he is definitely sitting on the floor. Hey Orkan, go get his ass lit.” Chiro ordered.

“Come on man, really? Now am getting sucked off?” a black mohawk haired, skinny guy complained.

He then lazily walked towards Ken with a facial reaction that shows that his mood was actually ruined and Ken suddenly knelt down.

“Too late fucker, Oscar said you were sitting, now sit, let me re-educate you.” Orkan ordered but Ken was already trembling to the point that he went numb.

‘Whack!’.

A punch landed on his cheekbone and not wasting a second, Orkan got on top of Ken and punching the living hell out of him.

 Punching right straight on his upper lip and his nose as well, making sure he knocked out a tooth out of him before stopping.

“You can now kneel down boy.” Which Ken did with a lot of effort.

“Now bow down a little.” Which Ken obeyed also.

“Haha, hey Chiro! This guy just bowed down to my dick. He acknowledges that mine is bigger than you all.”

“That’s why she is still sucking you off because she already knows that yours is only going to tickle her.” The bald guy, Oscar replied.

“Haha, damn that was hard!” said another who was giving head to a lady. As he looked up, without any doubt, he was one ugly hell of a creature.

“Yeah yeah, I get it alright? Wankers.” Orkan made a comeback on the ugly guy as he was sad on how small he was down there.

He went back to his assigned girl and continued having his fun.

“Now Ken, is the girl hot and bang-able?” Oscar asked.

“Y...yes senior, she is.” Ken replied still trembling.

“Explain, how is she like?”

“H...having a petite body, s...she is quite foul mouthed a...and perverted. Y...you can say that she might just be acting brave. A...and a strong emo bitch.”

“What is her fighting style?”

“S...she is a steel baseball bat user and a... according to the experience of fighting against her, s...she seems to know roundhouse.”

“Ooh, simple, lure her to an alley and next thing is that we are banging the bitch.” Orkan suggested.

“Okay senior.”

“Now fuck off from here and carry out the plan very well tomorrow after school period.” William ordered.

“Y...yes senior.” Ken replied and bowed before leaving.

“An emo huh? That would be my first.” Oscar pondered.

.....[Back at Eugene’s home.].....

Eugene and his mom were finally seated, having their meal. At that moment, Eugene stopped, looked at his mom and then asked,

“Hey mom, someone threatened me to lay low, or else, they would come for you.”

Eugene’s mom swallowed up the food in her mouth, had a sip of wine in her glass and then, bursting out a laugh.

“Hahaha, sorry, it was just so funny.”

She finally suppressed her laughter and heaved a sigh before continuing,

“Carrying you for nine months in my stomach when I was just eighteen, I have been through a lot, I have even killed and yup, they deserved it.

Don’t bother asking, it doesn’t give me nightmares.

I rose to the top and now own a fashion designing company, crazy right?

How? Through child support, gambling and all-in stock trading.

Hey, if I am ever to die, chop off my two middle fingers and stick it into the murderer’s ass and then have him or her dead.”

“Oi, now that’s depressing, eat up and let’s go to sleep.” Eugene suggested and the room went silent once again.