Wait a minute... THIS VODKA HAS GLUTEN IN IT

The more I kiss her, the more I started to believe that she might actually be the perfect woman in existence.

I couldn't get enough of the taste of her tongue, it was so sweet and savory like hard candy on a spring evening. The way she kissed me back with full passion in return just made me want to keep our lips interlocked forever.

And her cute moans every time I pinched her nipples as I fondled her huge breasts, it was like getting high off of an addictive ****.

God, I wished we were in some sort of private room or something- I had the erection the size of the Eiffel Tower, and I desperately wanted Stacy to take care of it like last time. If only we weren't in a private limo with guards stationed nearby to watch over us.

It was one thing to kiss and fondle your girlfriend with people looking away out of respect, it was another thing entirely to actually get naked and do the horizontal polka with an audience.

Stacy seemed to have the same urges as me, shuffling her hands down to massage my crotch area. She really appreciated how hard and stiff it had gotten while we were making out.

Eventually, we both pulled away to catch our breaths as we laid our foreheads against each other.

Like before, I saw the glazed look in her eyes that told me that she was currently in her weird sexy auto-pilot mode. Although her eyes seemed blurry and unfocused, she had this huge dumb smile on her face to suggest that she was in complete ecstasy.

"John... Can we do it? Right now?" She practically begged- I REPEAT, BEGGED- as she breathed heavily, "I really want it in my mouth like this morning..."

Christ, no man in this world could have the willpower to say no to something like that! If only we were back in her penthouse suite, god dammit!

"God, do I want to..." I told her, "But we can't... Bella might come back soon..."

"Mmm~" She whined, rubbing her hand harder against my crotch, "Pleeeaase? I promise I'll be quick..."

"Stacy, c'mon..." I huffed, "We're still surrounded by guards. They'll see us!"

"I can just order them to look away..." Stacy kept whining, breathing heavier now as if she was an animal in heat, "I'll even use my boobs in combination with my mouth if you want..."

"That's a pretty good deal. You should take that, John." Another voice popped in.

Just like that, the lustful atmosphere disappeared without a trace as Stacy and I got startled in our seat and immediately latched off of each other.

On the other side where I was originally sitting not too long ago, Bella had an engrossed smile as she laid her head on the palm of her hand, watching us like a spectator to a football game.

"Watching you two go at it is really hot, not gonna lie." Bella told us in a humorous tone, "Between all that fondling, groping, and tongue action, I was almost sure that you'd actually go at it, right here and now."

"H-How long have you been watching us?" I nervously stammered.

"Past few minutes or so." She casually answered, "Around the same time when Stacy started rubbing her hand up your junk."

Stacy blushed profusely as she readjusted her glasses, "S-Sorry about that..."

"You two are so cute, acting all embarrassed and guilty like this." She cooed. Then she suddenly lipped her lips, "It almost makes me want to punish you both and teach you a lesson...~"

...

JESUS CHRIST, WHAT.

With an exaggerated sad sigh, she then said, "Unfortunately, we don't have the time for that." Gesturing outside, she explained, "I already got Pierre to set up the club for us. I got seats reserved exclusively for all of us for today!"

With an awkward cough, Stacy rubbed a hand through her face and calmed down, her eyes slowly receding back to normal, "Er, right. Of course." Resuming her more polite persona, she stood up from her seat before smiling at me, "Let's go, John."

I think I was starting to notice a bit of a theme when it comes to these two girls... If I was to judge their personalities during sexy bedroom times, Stacy would be the eager submissive type, while Bella would DEFINITELY be the playful dominating type.

Christ, I almost felt my heart stop for a moment when Bella said something about punishing us both.

Snapping out of it, I did my best to push that out of my mind as I began to follow after the two girls out the limo.

When I got out of the vehicle, the first thing I noticed about the location we were at was the fact that we were parked on top of a high canyon overlooking the city. It seemed like the bar we were going to be visiting was built on a rather remote location, a bit far off from the city. It made me wonder why they set the place up so far away when they would probably make more money in the corner of a busy intersection or something. Why would anyone bother going out of the way to some canyon just to get to a club?

Maybe that's the appeal, I guess?

Second thing I noticed, HOLY COW that was a lot of people standing out on the side.

The bodyguards that came along with us formed a sort of protective path to the bar, covering both of our sides as they held up signs directed to the random collection of passersby surrounding the area. Since I was between them, I couldn't exactly see what those signs said, which made me curious to what exactly was written on them.

I did find myself a little dumbfounded to see so many people for the first time though. Not only that, but they were all silently staring at us in complete awe.

It was... strange, to say the least. The way they would follow my every movement as I steadily followed down the path to the front door.

"Don't mind them, John." Stacy said, grabbing ahold of my arm and tugging me forward, "C'mon, we don't want to keep Bella's friend waiting."

"Are all these guys staring at you, Stacy?" I felt the need to ask as I saw a girl cover her mouth in excitement as we passed by. "Man, you must be a really well-known celebrity around these parts... Guess discovering the cure for AIDS would do that to you."

"Yeah, something like that." Stacy responded offhandedly, rushing to get me forward.

Let's see, what do I spy with my little eye, I began to observe the people around us while I still had the chance.

Big boobs, fit body, hourglass figure, handsome chin, sexy lady, hot-looking guy- etc. etc. etc.

Not a single ugly person in sight. Hell, not even a single plain-looking person in sight.

If I didn't know beforehand that there existed a popular master plastic surgeon, I would have easily thought that this place was some sort of super-exclusive-famous-people-only-club.

Actually, shit. For all I know, this might actually be a super exclusive club for only famous people.

God, did I feel out of place.

NO CHEERING

NO BOWING

NO SCREAMING

NO PICTURES

NO WORSHIPPING

STAND STILL AND BE QUIET

LORD JOHN COMMANDS YOU ALL

These were the written signs that the pedestrians read as bodyguards for the legendary Lord John Doe surrounded the area.

Since it was a command by Lord John himself, no one dared to make a sound or a peep, lest they accidentally anger him. Or worse, disappoint him.

Yet still, for many of them, it was strange that Lord John felt the need to put up all these sudden rules against showering him with praise and respect.

And the way he would look around so cautiously and uncomfortably, almost as if he didn't understand what was going on.

However, no one dared question the word of Lord John.

So they stood back and silently watched him, hoping that by doing so, it would be enough to satisfy their savior and not disturb what was most likely his rare vacation day.

He worked so hard all his life just to save their lives. What right did they have to take away and ruin his time of rest?

"Here he comes- Okay, one, two- and uh-one-two-three-four-"

The moment we entered the establishment, smooth jazz piano music began playing, assaulting my senses with its chill atmosphere.

"Holy hot damn..." I mumbled to myself, taking in the sights of the bar club.

Ever heard the term neo-disco? That was the vibes I was getting as I took in the room. The floor was decorated in a black and chrome checkerboard pattern design, the ceiling had various colorful lights illuminating the room as it slowly spun in circles, a chrome staircase in the far back that must lead up to the second floor perhaps, three disco balls hanging right above a dance floor that kept flickering different colors, red velvet seats and marble tables set up for any weary traveler to rest their tired legs-

Christ, I never knew bars could feel so chillax.

Never used the word chillax unironically before. That definitely had to be a first for me.

The piano player on the stadium seemed lost in his own world as he played his calm jazzy rhythms. Though, I did see him peek his eyes open to glance over at my direction. Seeing me steadily sway my head in rhythm to the music he was playing must have made his day, as he smiled brightly and kept on playing with more enthusiasm now.

"How are you liking the place, John?" I heard Bella ask by my side. I turned to her to find her smiling expectantly of me, eager to hear my reaction.

"It's really fricking cool." I chuckled, admiring the aesthetics. I spun in place for a bit to take it all in, "Man, I can't believe this is where we had our second date back then! How the hell was I able to take you out on a fancy looking place like this?"

"Well, technically, this isn't the exact same bar where we went on our second date." Bella corrected me, "The place we went to was actually a bit more low-profile than this. Like I said back in the limo, before Pierre was able to turn his place into a multi-chain establishment, he used to own a small local bar in Georgia." She hummed in thought, "I guess you could say that the place we're in now is more like a spiritual successor to that small local bar."

"Oh really?" I asked, finding myself fascinated the more I looked around, "How different was it compared to this new swankier place?"

"The building was much smaller than this one, to be sure." She gestured, "But other than that, nothing else has changed. It still retains the same atmosphere as the day I started working part-time. I was hoping that it might be able to bring out some fond memories hidden in your brain, if you can recognize it."

I tilted my head in consideration, trying to see if the place was able to remind me of anything.

...

Damn, nothing...

"Can't seem to recall anything just yet," I told her, but smiled anyway, "I only just got here though. Let's see if that changes anytime soon."

Bella briefly gave a disappointed frown, but quickly shook her head to hide it with a casual smile, "Sure."

There was that guilty feeling I got again whenever someone looked so sad when they hear that I still couldn't remember anything.

As much fun as I've been having, I really shouldn't forget that Bella and Stacy are actively doing their best to help me get my memories back. They might be all cheers and smiles on the outside when I was around, but they must still be suffering on the inside while I'm like this. I couldn't imagine being in their shoes in a situation like this...

Whether or not I ever get my memories back, I should really get them something as gifts. Just to say thank you for everything they were doing for me.

Stacy was already sitting by the bar counter as Bella and I approached. Placed around the building, I notice all the bodyguards have taken strategic positions in order to cover all corners and exits. Besides Agent Parkins for some reason, as she professionally stood off to the side right next to Stacy.

Coming up from behind the counter, I saw this buff looking bald guy, with a goatee that I must absolutely describe looks fabulous as all hell.

When he saw me approaching, the man gave a professional smile and proceeded to give a fancy bow before greeting me, "Bonjour, monsieur Doe! I have been made aware of your tragic condition, so I know that you may not remember me. I take no offense to this and will gladly reintroduce myself, for I am Pierre Mouton, a humble owner of The Lost Lamb."

Did he say Mouton? As in, like the word mutton? Sheep mutton? Well, I guess considering the name of his business, I wouldn't be surprised if that was on purpose...

"I must say that I am so terribly sorry that such a thing has happened to you. I dearly hope you recover soon, as you are someone I consider one of my most precious friends." He said solemnly.

"Oh, um, thank you!" I awkwardly smiled, reaching out for a handshake, "I appreciate it, man. Sorry that I can't remember you, but I hope I can get to know you again while I'm here."

"Absolutely, my friend!" He shook my hand with enthusiastic energy, "I promise, by the end of this day, I will make it so that we become such close friends, it will be as if you never forgot about me in the first place!"

I couldn't help but chuckle at his personality.

"This guy is adorable. I'm warming up to him already." I said to Bella with a smile.

"Isn't he? He's so earnest, you can't help but like him." Bella giggled back.

So, he said that he and I were close and precious friends... That must mean I came to his bar club pretty often then. That, or he and I hang out a lot during our free time together. I didn't know which scenario was more likely, but considering the fact that I was the type of person that usually didn't go to bars or clubs at all back then, it would be unlikely that I would go to The Lost Lamb by myself. I probably went here a bunch of times with Bella or Stacy for fun or something, just to hang out with them.

It was hard to imagine myself to willingly want to go to a bar though, unless it was with friends.

"Please, have a seat! As long as you're here, I will be happy to serve!" Pierre gestured towards the seats in front of us. “Like a Shepard guiding his flock of sheep, I will gladly help lead you back to your memories while you are still lost.”

Ha, I liked that. He stayed within theme.

Bella nodded in thanks as she took her seat, before looking at me as she patted the one seat that was between her and Stacy. Agent Parkins even went out of her way to turn the seat around to prepare for me.

It felt kind of odd to have someone's bodyguard treat me with hospitality like this. Most likely due to Stacy ordering her to do this, I think...

As I took my seat, I faced the redhead and said, "You don't have to go out of your way to prepare seats for me or anything if you don't want to. I appreciate the gesture, though!"

Agent Parkins looked at me with a neutral expression, "I insist, Sir. Rest assured, every action I take, I do it with thought and consideration for you and your companions."

I blinked stupidly at that, not expecting the response. So Stacy's not ordering her to do this, then?

Well, if this was what she wants to do, I guess I couldn't stop her.

I shrugged, giving her a thumbs-up, "Keep up the good work then, Agent."

Agent Parkins straightened up as she nodded, before stepping off to the side and taking her position. For some reason, I couldn't help but feel like she had gotten a bit more proud of herself after I complimented her.

Man, I could never get a read on these guys when they act so cold and professional all the time. Donovan and Parkins seemed much more approachable when we were alone and nobody else was watching back in Stacy's car. When they were on duty though, they almost act as if they practically didn't exist unless they were needed.

Even though it felt so weird and unnatural to have them around, I'd better start getting used to them soon. Being Stacy's boyfriend and Bella's friend would mean seeing them a lot more often, so if I didn't get used to them now, I'd probably never be able to at all.

My inner thoughts were interrupted as, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a whole bunch of people crowding outside the windows. They seemed to be the same people that surrounded us back outside when we were just entering the area.

I could see them struggling to gain footing over each other as they peered into the building, like kids staring at an ice cream display. They all seemed to be staring at us, although they were completely quiet and non-disruptive.

I tapped Stacy to look over, "Hey, Dr. Mandel. I think your fan club outside want autographs or something."

Stacy looked to where I was gesturing, before giving an annoyed sigh, "Oh for the love of..." Shaking her head, she pointed at the nearest bodyguard and commanded, "Cover up the windows, will you?"

The nearby guard nodded back, before moving the cover the windows with velvet red drapes. Just like that, out of sight, out of mind.

With a chuckle, I commented to Stacy, "It must be nice being crowded by people who love you for your work."

"Personally, I don't enjoy the attention. They tend to be distracting and bothersome to deal with." Stacy sighed, "I'd rather just sit around in my office and focus on my research rather than have to go out and deal with people I didn't know."

"I, on the other hand-" Bella chimed in, "absolutely love the attention. Having people know you, no matter where you go, and do practically anything you tell them to just to get in your good graces? Once you get used to it, it becomes one of the most fun ways to interact with the world." Smiling over at me, Bella asked, "Wouldn't you agree, John?"

Shaking my head, I chuckled, "Nah, that's not the life for me. If I could help it, I'd rather not do anything that would make me stand out in the spotlight. I'd prefer a nice, normal, and quiet life, going with the flow and seeing where things lead by itself." I paused a bit, before exclaiming, "Although I will admit, it can be pretty fun to hang out in fancy places like this from time to time."

Besides, living the life of a celebrity would probably bring a lot of headaches, having to deal with raving fanatics and stalkers all the time. Plus, you'd never have any privacy for yourself, and you could never be free to just be yourself in public due to the invasive nature of public mainstream media paying attention to everything you say or do. Yeah, no thanks for me, pal.

"Oh... Um..." Bella couldn't seem to form a response, finding herself speechless to what to say.

Stacy awkwardly looked away, unable to meet my eyes.

Pierre coughed awkwardly, not bothering to give any comments.

I looked between the three of them in confusion.

Did I say something wrong? I felt like I just brought the party down or something...

Feeling the need to change the topic, I went ahead and asked, "So Pierre, tell me a bit more about yourself. What led you to go into the bartending scene in the first place?"

Pierre perked up considerably as I asked this, and proceeded to answer with a proud smile, "You see, I was born to a family that had immigrated to America a long time ago..."

I'm late again... A girl thought tiredly to herself as she parked her car in the back of the building of The Lost Lamb.

She gave a massive sigh, feeling tired beyond all reason. She had to resist the urge to rub her face though, as to not mess up the makeup that was covering her baggy eyes.

Now that she was finally here, she took off her hair band to let her long flowing brunette locks loose. She tussled with it for a bit, straightening out as both an attempt to make it look professional, and also buy a little more extra time before she had to actually go in for work.

This was the third time she had been late this week. Pierre was going to tear her a new one again, possibly either in English or in French. She had no idea which was more tolerable, being chewed out in a language she doesn’t understand, or understanding every word of it.

Knowing she couldn’t put it off forever, not unless she was planning on actually skipping work, she sighed tiredly again as she pulled out her work uniform bag.

Looking over the her work uniform, she grimaced in disgust. No matter how many times she had to wear it, it was still embarrassing and demeaning.

A strapless corset teddy as her top, followed by a pair of black pantyhose to cover her legs and nothing else. Mandatory accessories included a bow-tie, white business collar, matching cuffs, and...

She sighed again...

The bunny ears and cotton tail pin.

Made entirely to entice perverts and weirdos. Bleugh.

On her uniform was a bright red name tag written in cursive, “Hi, my name is Katherine Rodgers!” With a pair of lips in red to boot, adding in the whole sex appeal look to it.

Bracing herself for the idea that she would have to wear this again for the next six hours, she sighed one more time. Then, she carried the uniform bag over her shoulder as she left her car.

Why did she put up with a job that required her to wear a sexy suit that she had no interest in wearing at all?

Well, it certainly wasn’t for money, that was for sure. She’d rather clean the shitstains out of the toilets in the men’s room than to be **** to lower her standards like this just for a quick buck.

No, she had a more important reason to be here. Something beyond what money could offer.

As she made her way to the back door of the building, she noticed the odd gathering of a crowd forming right next to the windows. Despite them being covered by drapes, the people still stuck around in complete and total silence, as if they were obsessively waiting for something.

Okay... weird...

She raised an eyebrow at the strange occurrence, but ultimately ignored it, not wanting to waste any more time as she was already late for work.

She looked herself over in the mirror of the employee’s changing area, self-consciously covering herself up as she tried to pose.

Katherine will probably never get used to wearing something this revealing and skin tight.

It had only been about a week or two since she had started working here, and yet she had already felt sick of this place since the first day.

Out of all the locations she had to get stuck in, why the hell did it have to be some perverted bar?

It was hard enough to convince the damn owner of this place to accept her resume, making him think she had years worth of experience being a waitress, but to be subjected to something as degenerate as this is just...

Ugh, whatever. She knew what she was getting herself into when she signed up for this assignment.

Leaving the employee’s area, she got ready to get stationed at her post, where she would proceed to pose sexually in front of drunk bastards and be **** to carry drinks and food when they call for her. Just another day of struggle.

As she made her way to her post, she could hear Pierre at the front counter having a conversation with someone.

That’s weird... he’s normally always in the back, managing the place. The hell is he bartending for?

The first thought to her mind was that their main bartender was sick and Pierre was just covering for him. But that wouldn’t make any sense, considering they had other employees with enough experience who were meant to cover as a bartender if the main guy was out.

With curiosity driving her forward, she continued on to her post to see who her boss was talking to.

Eyes widened.

Heart racing.

Adrenaline running.

Katherine had frozen in place, almost as if the world stopped for her.

Right there, in front of her was Lord John, alongside his wife and his assistant doctor.

Out of all the things she expected today to bring, this was something she least expected.

Before Lord John could notice her, Katherine had already dashed back in the employees area, covering her back against the wall as she tried to regain her bearings.

Her heart was beating against her ears. She could barely stop her knees from shaking. Her inner instincts kept screaming DANGER DANGER right in her face.

This was a hell of a coincidence. She didn’t expect Lord John to be interested in some dinghy bar out in some canyon overlooking the city. In fact, rarely does he ever leave his castle or his research lab unless it was for something important.

The only time they were ever able to get him to leave, was when they managed to trick him by getting one of their female agents to befriend his trophy wife in order to seduce him into coming out.

How he managed to survive the truck crashing into him, Katherine would never know.

All she knows though, right now, right this instance, Lady Luck was definitely on her side.

There was this uncontrollable smile on her face that she couldn’t get rid of. Most likely the adrenaline from seeing him up close for the first time.

Katherine had to calm down.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Phew... phew...

It was at that point, a co-worker noticed her before calling out, “Katherine! Where have you been?! You’re seriously late again?”

It was Caleb, the regular bartender on duty. With Pierre taking his position, he must have been downgraded to grunt work while Lord John was here.

Unable to stop herself from smiling like a madwoman, she turned away and covered her mouth as she replied, “Sorry! I know I haven’t been able to keep up my attendance properly! Something came up again and it was an emergency!”

“Yeah, well that’s the same exact excuse you gave the last three times this week.” Caleb huffed frustratingly, before pointing, “Look, this is an incredibly bad time to mess around. We have Lord John as a special guest here today! You have to work extra hard today and not make any mistakes in order to impress him!” Noticing she was trying to hide her face, he asked, “And why the hell are you covering your face?! Maintain eye contact when I’m talking to you!”

With sheer willpower, she **** her manic smile into a neutral frown before straightening herself out and looking at her coworker in the eye. “Sorry, I thought I looked like a mess and didn’t want you to see until I fixed it.”

Caleb looked over her, before shaking his head dismissively, “You look fine. Katherine, go out to your station and be prepared for anything! I already called the other girls to let them know, but right now, you’re our only girl on shift! If Lord John sees you and decides that you’re cute enough, he’ll probably want you to service him personally or something! I shouldn’t have to say the obvious, but if he asks for anything, do it without hesitation, got it?”

The way these people accepted it so easily, allowing this damn psychopath to do whatever he wanted. If that bastard actually decided to call on her to give him a blowjob or something, this society actually expected her to follow through and do it with a grateful smile, as if it was the highest honor.

Disgusting brainwashed zealots, all of them. Worse of all was him, that damn Lord John.

Faking an excited smile, she nodded, “Of course! For Lord John, I’d do anything!”

Caleb nodded back in relief, “Good. Now get yourself ready and go out there!”

As her coworker went back to work, that manic smile of hers came back in full **** again.

For Lord John, she would do anything...

To kill him.