Neon Lights

Jesus Christ. I had never felt so rotten inside in my life. My outburst in that room still haunted me. As familiar as my old home was I didn't want to live in it anymore. I built something that was all mine. It wasn't some two-bid apartment that I had to pay for every month, no taxes, no people that I didn't know to come and disrupt my routine. I made it all with a pencil and paper and a little imagination. It was and is perfect. I won't let anything threaten my New Eden.

But I had to come the hell down. My fists were clenched so tight they turned bleach white. But then a gust of wind blew through me as I was standing on the very top of capitol hill. It calmed me. But not all the way.

I knew I needed to make good on my initial objective. I had to get a good burger. Something quick, simple, and familiar. A McDonald's. But I can't walk into a fast food joint dressed like a purple Dalai Lama. I needed to make some changes if I was gonna walk these streets again. I reached into my robe and grabbed my pocket notebook and pencil and got to brainstorming. The form I'm in now wasn't my original, so why should this one be any different. I wanted the next form I take to be one that's unique and also special while also blending in.

Starting with the hair, I went with an unruly black hair that cut sharply off to a brighter green around the crown of the head, worn messily styled with uneven bangs. Next, I needed something to replace the writing in my eyes , I wanted to keep that air of uniqueness. So I chose a cool birthmark that started from the cheek across the bridge of the nose. For clothes I went with a jeans, tennis shoes, a t-shirt, and a black jacket to top it off. Like the persona of Muzashi before, I wrote down everything I could about this new identity.

Obi Hanajima: They say if you want to understand the streets, you've got to live them. Gangs, fixers, small-time pushers - he was raised by them all. Down in a world where the only law is that the weak serve the strong. That was the one law he broke, when he became one of the strong. But fate had other plans. Like giving him an escape from that life and into what can be considered a normal life.

I guess you could say I was going for a bad boy look and appearance._ _Nothing outrageous, but kind of on the cusp of goth-like. But I wanted to hammer in the idea of this is someone not to mess with. So I went with an eagle tattoo over the windpipe.

I assumed things would be the same when I assumed Muzashi's identity, the change of appearance would just appear out of the blue. But this time was different. My flowing purple robes slowly pulled up and vanished behind my back and the modern clothes I drew were revealed, jeans and all. Then strands of black and green hair descended over the edge of my vision.

My new Identity assumed, it was time for some food. I reached into my jacket pocket and pictured an Iphone inside it. And as I pulled it out, I held in my hand a slick and silver I phone. Unlocking it I searched for the nearest McDonald's. One little blip appeared on the map. It wasn't far, and I felt like walking. I jumped off the top the building and slowly descended. I turned invisible just to be safe. Only when my feet touched the concrete did I turn off the invisibility and nonchalantly stroll around the corner and start walking down the long long street.

The sun had finally gone down and night was coming into focus. A few stars making their appearance and the streetlights guiding my way to a decent big mac and a sprite.

I reached the McDonald in thirty minutes. And walked in like I owned the place. Of course, at this time their wasn't a lot of people besides the employees. three customers in total, all of them sitting down, enjoying their meals. I walked over to the cashier. A twenty-something year old brunette. As soon as she laid her eyes on me I knew she was nervous. She shifted a little meat and tried not to look me in the eye.

"Hey there." I greeted, "I'll have a double quarter pounder with cheese. A large sprite. and a side of fries please." I almost wanted to laugh at myself comparing my appearance to the tone of my voice. The cashier suddenly relaxed as I imagined she felt the same way. "Sure, Sir. Anything else?"

"That's it." I assured. I reached into my back pocket and imagined a nice brown leather wallet filled with the right amount of money that it wouldn't be suspicious. I paid and went to find a spot furthest from anyone in the place, like one usually does, then sat and ate my food in peace and quiet. In my old life, the most calming thing I could do was order some food and eat alone with no one around to bother me or worry about. It was simple. I could always count on it to calm down and help get rid of anything that was on my mind. It must have been a while since I've eaten fast food because something about this one burger made me feel so alive I laughed out loud. Some people looked back at me for a moment to see a me, with the green in my hair and tattoo laughing like a school kid.

I finished my meal and was ready to leave, but I wanted something more to do. I wasn't going to Eden Sky just yet. I sat in the booth for a hot minute thinking about what to do next. Their weren't any limits besides the social constraints. I couldn't just ride through the streets on a giant rhino with "Bazinga" painted on its stomach, though certainly could. But the thought of causing more trouble than I was already in was a powerful deterrent. Just the possibility of being caught and connected with Eden Sky was daunting. I wouldn't be tempting fate tonight.

I was gonna give up when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. A flash of glowing green, red, and purple lights. Looking at it properly, it was a big glowing sign pinned to a brick building two blocks over.

"The Saloon"

At first I thought it was just a normal bar, but when I focused my hearing and sight, I could the faint thumps of rave music, and see more flashing lights through the the bottom of the door. It was a strip club.

Fuck it, I thought.

I threw away my trash and walked across the street towards the light. No nervousness, no depression plaguing me. I used McDonald's to cheer up and now I'm going to a strip club to unwind.

When I pulled open the doors I was hit with the full **** of a blast from the past. Some giant speakers in the back were playing a song I haven't heard since college. 'Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss' by Bloodhound Gang, (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STS2L50ggIc) Their lyrics were a little much for my taste but I just could never get over that beat and melody to the point where they become my favorite bands. While the song was playing I stopped a minute to take in the scene before me.

The place was filled with pedestals and stripper poles and each one was being swung, danced, and grinded on by truly gorgeous women, each with their own unique sexy outfits. One was a dressed up like cupid with little wings strapped to her bra, another was a cowgirl with the assless chaps and ten gallon hat, and many others. And to top it off, each pole was surrounded by dudes flinging dollar bills or the usual thing of stuffing them into their panties.

As awesome as this scene was, what really caught my attention was what's right next to the entrance. An All you can eat, free buffet. God I wish I found this place sooner. I went straight for a plate and just started piling on the carbs. California Rolls, Mac & Cheese, Spaghetti & meatballs, and a mountain of curly fries. I went to find a seat at the bar set dead center of the club, ordered a Gin and tonic and just dug in. I know I just ate and all, but as stated before, I don't give a fuck.

But even as I feasted like a madman, I could feel eyes on me. Both staff and customers took one look at me and quickly looked away when I began looking back. I wondered what they were thinking of me, Did they think I was a lowlife? Maybe a gangster? Or someone else entirely? Who knows.

I was basically cleaning my plate of the last few crumbs and began scanning my surroundings for an attraction to join. But all of the strippers were currently being hounded by a bunch of dudes and I wasn't interested of trying to swim through all of that. I looked the other direction on the other side of the bar in a secluded corner.

There in that corner was a seventh, smaller stripper pole with red leather cushioned seats surrounding it, empty at the moment. It was noticeably less populated than the others but still had people, but they were in a line. My interest was peaked.

I moved over to that corner and asked one of the guys in line what they were waiting for. The guy I asked looked at me confused. As if to say "how do you not know what we're waiting for?"

"You don't know about this?" He asked.

"Well no, I'm pretty new to this area."

"We're waiting for the greatest challenge The Saloon's had for the past two years............ Mercy!"

"And that would be?"

As soon as I finished talking a confetti cannon fired into the air and scared the fuck out of me. Then behind me I heard the clicking of high heels and as they got nearer, every one in line started cheering and whistling. I turned and was frozen in place.

I woman strutted from a backdoor dressed in a luscious grey fur coat, with bright blue hair tied in a pony tail, pitch black lips and eye shadow and a single nose piercing. That look in her eyes. Good God, I'm never gonna forget the look in her eyes as she passed me by. She slowly ascended the steps to the pole, and with every step she took a segment of the sealing was replaced by black-lights that made every ones clothes glow, including the green parts of my hair. Once she reached the pole she slowly let the coat fall from her shoulders and on to the floor. The cheering grew to its peak when everyone got a good view of her magnificent figure. She wore nothing but a purple leotard that clinged tightly to her body. Buts not what everyone was cheering for.

This woman had the biggest, most beautiful ass I've ever seen on a girl. It wasn't the kind that had those wrinkles or stretch marks, I mean this thing was as smooth as a fucking apple but wobbled around like a jello cake. She showed it off the crowd, bending over and giving a wiggle. Then stepping up to the pole and wrapping her cheeks around it and sliding up and down, which drove everyone insane.

Then a big sign fell from the ceiling behind her. Written in big red highlighted letters that glowed.

"TEST YOUR SPANK"

"1 MOAN = 1 FREE DRINK"

"1 YELP = 1 WEEK FREE DRINKS"

"MERCY DARES YOU..."

Once I finished reading the sign, Mercy let loose all her glorious hair and tossed it back and forth. Until it was nice and messy. She then grabbed the pole, bent herself over and provided her ass to the first guy in line.

The first guy up was pretty skinny, but he reeled back with his open hand and spanked her right cheek with everything he had. With a big SMACK!!! Her as jiggled like their was an earthquake, but Mercy didn't make a sound. The guy exaggeratingly dipped his head in submission and walked to the back of the line.

The next guy was of modest build with slicked back hair. He started shaking his hands and lightly jumping as if he was about to head out the tunnel at the super bowl. He reeled back like the last guy and SMACK!!!! The ass jiggled but still not a sound.

"Dammit!" He shouted and walked to the back.

The next guy was a garden variety muscle head. Spiky hair, a plain white undershirt for his pecks to peak through, and jeans. He licked his palms and slicked his hair back, raised a big meaty hand into the air and brought down...hard. Her ass-cheeks rattled back and forth and really loud moan escaped Mercy's mouth.

'YEAH!!!!" The guy yelled and flexed his arms as he walked to the bar to get his free drink.

I gotta get in this thing. I thought. And hurried to the back of the line. As excited as I was I wasn't going to ignore social etiquette. (NO CUTTING)

It didn't take long though, as guy after guy spanked and failed, with the occasional moan from Mercy and a cheer and applause from the crowd. But it was very rare. I was gonna test this lady's ability to hold back what I had planned.

Soon I found myself at the front of the line, and I took a minute to admire the beautiful work of nature. This ass was real. They weren't implants. This beautiful gift was all natural and all hers, and it clearly earned her a lot of praise. And I'm not just talking about this club. Just the thought that this woman having had countless men stare endlessly at her rear end and she decided to capitalize on it.

I was taking too much time and decided to get my turn over with before the folks behind me got a little upset. So I raised up my hand nice and slowly, but secretly I began chanting under my breath, nice and quiet so no one could hear it, even under all the music. The tiny sparks of black lightning flashed in my palm. I brought it down with reasonable **** so I wouldn't completely destroy her with a love-tap. But even as light as I made the spank she still flew forward a bit, forcing to stand upright so she didn't ram face first into the pole but instead ramming her tits and crotch into the pole, sending her butt to bounce happily. A pleasure filled shriek erupted from her mouth, and I was about to walk to the bar and get my first drink when I heard her breathing grow faster.... and then faster.

Her knees began to wobble which of course caused her ass to do the same but she wasn't doing it on purpose. If anything, it seemed she was trying to hold it in, whatever it was. She was failing, since her vaginal juices were soaking her leotard and started to trickle down her beautiful legs one drop after another.

I didn't think that a little spark would cause this reaction, but it wasn't as if I or any of the people here were hating it.

Mercy suddenly collapsed to the ground right onto her hands and knees, but seen lost the strength in her arms and placed her face on the stage. And just as suddenly, her butt and upper body started pulsating like a beating heart. One of her hands quickly reached for her juice-soaked pussy as my liquid leaked out. The pulses became quicker and quicker, and the juices were really started pouring. Now Mercy was panting like a dog, her breaths were getting so fast. Now both of her hands were covering her cunt to hold in whatever was coming. But the pressure just kept building and building. Juices started squirting out between her fingers. Her breathing became moans of absolute pleasure.

"AHHH, AHHH, AHHH AHHH. WHAT IS... HAPPENING?!" She yelped.

I decided I should probably take a few steps before that thing started to blow. and good thing I did, because the pressure was just too much. Mercy's hands slipped and a water fountain of vaginal juices sprayed out her pussy, passed her leotard and on to the carpet floor.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHH, AAAHHHHHH!"

The crowd, not put off in the slightest, started cheering and screaming like fucking maniacs. Jumping and pumping their fists.

Mercy was an incoherent mess of orgasmic whimpering as her cunt kept pumping out juices for what felt like forever, until it finally stopped and she collapsed onto the stage in an erotic heap and a jiggling ass.

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After a long, long while, things started to calm down. Some staff member s went up and pulled Mercy from the stage and brought into the back room. I sat at the bar and tried to avoid anyone's eye contact. I really had no idea that so little lightning caused that much pleasure for someone. Now that I think on it, what would the people who got hit from the full blast from Onimusha would have been like.

I didn't want anyone to walk up to me and start asking questions, so I made a B-line for the bathroom, stepped into one of the stalls and went invisible. I'd thought about leaving the club in general, but I couldn't leave the woman like that so, for medical reasons only, I snuck into the back room.

It didn't take long to find her, since she stood out quite a lot in a crowd, almost all of the ladies who weren't on the floor were in here looking at mercy. Chugging away on what looked like her third bottle of water while fanning herself with her hand. I imagine that whole ordeal was dehydrating.

A second later, what looked like the club owner stepped into the room and shooed away the other girls before kneeling down to Mercy.

"What the hell happened out there, Mercy?" he asked, with a New York Italian accent.

"I...I don't know. I really have no fucking clue Joey. I felt this guy spank me but I just fell forward. And then... well all that happened." she replied before taking another drink of water.

"We gotta call the ambulance. Whatever happened out there can't happen again."

"No!" She refused. "I can't go to the hospital. Not now. I have enough bills to worry about, I don't need hospital bills to drown me too. Unless your gonna pay for it."

"You know I can't do that. As much excitement as their is out there. We're losing money. I'm sorry. How about you take the rest of the night off, I'll pay you the full amount of your shift."

"Thanks, Joey." She said, then gave the guy a hug. Grabbed her purse and her big coat, while also taking another two water bottles from the mini fridge by the door and placing them in her purse.

I might as well make sure she gets home safe at this point.

I followed her out into the center of the club. Their were still a few dancers with their own crowds so sneaking past them was difficult while also keeping Mercy in my sights.

Suddenly, Mercy stopped.

Did she notice me?

She looked over to the bar and went to the bartender as he wiped the table down. "Hey, Matt. I gotta ask you something."

"What's up?" Matt said as he flung the towel over his shoulder.

"Did you happen to see the guy who gave me that last spank?"

"I did, yeah."

"What did he look like?"

"Well....uhhhhh. He was tall. he had messy black hair with some green in their as well. Jacket, jeans. Aaaand.... Oh a big birthmark on his face. "

"Did you see him leave?"

"yeah, I think so. Why?"

"Well because I have some questions for him. Call me if he comes back." With that, Mercy covered herself in her coat and headed for the door, while I followed close behind. She was about to reach the door when a familiar, muscular hand grabbed her hand.

"Hey, Baby. Where ya going?"

The fucking muscle head from before.

Mercy wasn't having any of it and wrenched her arm free and marched outside, "Fuck off!" She said calmly. I was now keeping really close.

But no matter how fast she walked, the other guy was following behind her.

"Come on gordita, why don't have some fun together?"

"I'm a dancer, not a whore. Take my advice from last time and fuck off."

"You sure you wann play that game, Bitch!" The guy pulled something shiny from his pocket. A switch blade. I had to think fast. I scanned the ground and found quarter on the ground. This will work, I thought. I pendulum warped and went to an empty parking spot and quickly imagined a cool but simple car. Which for my racing mind decided was a black jeep. Okay, fine. I jumped and sat on top of the jeep and sat myself and got comfortable. Then turned off the warp.

The muscle head was about to reach for Mercy again when I shouted nice and loud. "THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT DIPSHIT!"

The both of them turned to me, both different versions of surprised. Mercy for seeing me their, and the other guy for someone appearing from nowhere and stopping him.

"What did you say?"

When his attention finally turned to me I started flipping the quarter in my hand. "What? Couldn't hear me, ya little bitch? I said get the fuck out of here!"

"Oh yeah, what the fuck are you gonna-" I didn't let him finish his sentence. I launched the quarter from my hand at an insane speed right at his forehead. I made sure it didn't kill him, but it was enough for him to fall like a tree on to the pavement completely knocked out.

I jumped off the roof of the jeep, gave a nonchalant two-fingered salute, said "Have a good night." to Mercy and went into the car and slowly reached to close the door. Wait for it, I thought to myself.

"WAIT!!" Mercy called from behind me. Right on cue.

I looked at her and gave a pretend exasperated sigh, "I guess you have questions?"