Ame’s story in Prague continues, I hope you are all still enjoying her chronicles ❤
Walking to the entrance of the Death clubs, two bouncers with guns stared down at her, Ame beamed up at both and flashed them her temporary ID again not with her real details on the card. Nodding at her, they allowed her inside with a swing of both the doors. The noise was intense with Amanranthe’s ‘Nexus’ roaring through the high speakers, large tesla coils sat at each corner of the lit-up dance floor that also had suspended cages filled with dancers.
On the stage in the centre wearing a fedora was a gorgeous dark skin woman, she was dancing on a chair and enticing the crowd who cried out “Mia! Mia!” money littered the floor where she danced and everywhere she stepped she tugged off a piece of clothing and placed the paper money into her thong much to the pleasure of the crowd. Behind the sheer red curtains in the alcoves of the clubs, couples drank, made out and some were bold to have sex in the plush leather lounges. At the main bar, four bartenders served and entertained with their tricks for the que, dancing around a pole on the second open floor were two bald twin women, each heavily tattooed and giving the crowd plenty to look at.
Ame laughed with joy at all the glorious chaos unfolding before her and quickly removed her own cape coat and passing it to one of the coat check attendants. Smacking her red lips together she sauntered over towards the bar, a couple of men being bold and offering her drinks of her choosing. Ame giggled coyly and thanked the raven hair man almost bowing before realising where she was “Give me one of their best cocktails” the patron nodded and eagerly pushed himself to the front of the que much to the objection of the crowd.
Sitting down in a bar stool by the dance floor, Ame bobbed her head back and forth to the music, it wasn’t Japanese techno but it had a beat that she could dance to. Feeling a presence approach her, Ame’s fingers graced her right thigh of where her throwing stars sat only to hear a baritone voice greet her softly despite the loud music “Privet tsvesti” she froze up immediately recognising the language as Russian and her thoughts went to the Russian mafia she had left in New York city. If it weren’t for the arrival of her Onee-chan Meiakane, Ame would have been done for.
Looking up over her shoulder, Ame prepared herself for another quarrel only to drink in the sight of a very tall man with hazel eyes and hair the colour of burning fire. His skin was as fair as hers, his lips curled in a lopsided grin as their eyes connected. Ame stared briefly before giving him her most dazzling smile “Konbanwa…” “Ahh Japanese, hajimemashite” though his Russian tenor was heavy, his pronunciation was on point. Ame laughed amazed and swivelled in her stool, her concentration now completely on him “Your Japanese is perfect Mr?” she now spoke back in English.
Taking her left hand in his, the man with the flame hair kissed the back of her hand “Aleksander Volkov and you are?” Ame’s smile widened, he was bold and charming she had to give him points for that “Sakura” she answered simply. “Miss… Sakura? You are not one of the regulars of Death Club, just arrived today?” Sitting opposite her at the tiny table but keeping her hand in his, Aleksander rubbed the back of her palm slowly.
Ame nodded, pushing her hair over her shoulder with her free hand showing off her skin under the multi coloured lights and lasers. “I was tipped to visit this place” underneath the table, she felt their legs entwine and she tilted her head cutely “Mr Volkov, I believe you are trying to seduce me in public”. She slipped off one of her heels and glided her foot between Aleksander’s calves and slid it up to nestle on the chair between his thighs, he clearly felt it and bit his bottom lip. Their eyes still connected as he felt a brief rub on his groin “But you are teasing me Ms Sakura…”.