Missed Your Lips

Chapter 3 – Illusion

“When the tracks are leading home to the limits of hell
We'll yell, life sure is swell! In Sin City!
In the heat where the servants of silence dwell
The visions of the wicked are sure to sell! In Sin City!”


Well, if there was something that would never fail in the face of adversity, it was Vince’s sense of humor. I tapped my foot against the pole, getting a feel for the music. The room was totally dark except for the fluorescent glow around the bar. Men were whistling for this girl called Syn that none of them knew, or at least thought they didn’t. As I took one last look at the bar, I found it empty except for a bouncer. I had no idea where Vince was perched for this show, but I was guessing this was an opportunity he wasn’t going to miss. Pig…

The spotlight finally turned on before the first verse, starting at the foot of the stage and crawling slowly up to me. Once the horrendous light was in my eyes, I turned on the charm and moved my body to the beat. I toyed with the sucker, I strutted around the pole until I finally curled my body around it and got further into the music. With the light in my eyes the whole time, I couldn’t see the crowd of men howling below me. I wasn’t afraid of them, the invisible barrier around the stage kept anyone out that I didn’t want in. Actually, it gave me a sense of freedom, so much so that after the first verse, my hair was loose and the skirt had disappeared.

I crawled to the foot of the stage, and leaned forward. I removed the fake glasses and placed them on the first face I saw. Leaning back into the light, a louder wail came from the crowd when they realized who was on stage. It was reassuring to know that even though I only mixed their drinks, they still took notice of who I was. And for that, I gladly removed my shirt.

~*~*~

“In the heat where the Savior of Sodom dwells
Join hands with the women who squirm in hell, In Sin City!
Because the lord has mercy on the women who sell
Their pussies to the preachers who burn in hell, In Sin City!”

“Is this what you wanted to see?” Vince said from across the table. “Is she as you remember her?”

Vince only eyed the man sharing his table. He saved these VIP seats only for friends; they were not available for purchase or rental. Normally this table was hidden in the corner behind a curtain, and used only for special occasions.

On stage was the woman that he swore to protect at all costs. She had come to him with no memories of her past, no idea of where she came from or where she was going. His strict instructions were to keep her out of danger, especially to keep her away from any military personnel and only limited access to uncyberized humans. He had received no prior information regarding those particular details, but he figured if it were something that important, Blitz would have told him up front.

Blitz nodded to Vince, but was still distracted from the performance. “I appreciate the show, but I’m afraid she is drawing unwanted attention.”

“The Devil’s home for the depraved…”

Blitz’s complete attention was now on the bar. Vince turned to observe, and discovered two men in military uniforms. They were drinking beer, but acting way too calm to be enjoying the show. Blitz stood up, anticipating trouble from them when he heard a faint shock in his enhanced ears. Vince grabbed his arm just as he looked back to the stage. The man who was wearing Synna’s fake glasses was now trying to climb onto the stage, reaching for her. With each extension of the admirer’s arm, Blitz heard another zap.

“Where the souls are never saved…”

“What’s going on?” Vince said, rising to stand with Blitz. “No one ever crosses the barrier, much less even tries. It means immediate disbarment from this establishment.”

Vince was preparing to settle things below when Blitz grabbed his arm. “Wait, watch the crowd.”

“That’s why the holy rollers say, get on your knees and pray!”

Vince looked closer, and noticed something he hadn’t before. Several men in the crowd simply nodded with the music, sipping their drinks with moderate amusement while Synna performed her show. The military men were also among this group. Then there were the other men, abandoning their good sense and climbing around the stage. There were three of them now, each trying his best to get past the barrier to the woman who teased them with her body. She merely taunted them, always just far enough away to keep them from touching her. He had informed her of the barrier around the stage, meant to keep the freaks out and the girls safe. But she was recklessly edging closer to one gentleman. On the outside, he seemed harmless as he waved his cash in the air. As she strutted to the music, she set her leg just outside the barrier, giving him the ability to slip the cash into her shoe. Only that’s not what he did. Instead he grabbed her leg, and tried to pull her to him. Before she could get her balance, she was on the ground. The other two men had joined the fray, each one pawing her legs, trying to remove her stockings. The instigator was going so far as to slide his hand up beyond the stockings, grabbing at the small panties that remained.

Vince tensed with panic as he turned back to Blitz, but his friend was gone from his side. He found the man at the stage, pulling away her assailants while dodging her kicks for freedom. Vince rushed to the stage while the song’s chorus pulsed around the club, but by the time he arrived, Synna was already cradled in Blitz’s arms, the remnants of her stockings clinging to her body. The bouncers were rounding up the troublemakers, dragging them to the front door.

He found Blitz and his favorite bartender in the dressing room, the other ladies vacating to the restroom to give them some privacy. Clothed in a short robe now, she was breathing hard, but didn’t seem frantic. All in all, she seemed quite calm considering there were three men physically assaulting her just moments before. Blitz still wore his stone-calm face that he learned to read so many years ago. Vince really didn’t know what could shake this man, and he hoped he didn’t find out before the night was over. He listened as the DJ announced the next act, Sylvia and her python.

Vince watched as Synna regained her composure, smiling at Blitz. “Thanks for the assist. I can’t say that I could’ve handled all three on my own.” She started to dig around inside her robe, searching for something.

The silent man simply nodded at her. Blitz turned his concerned look to Vince. “We need to talk,” he stated, “All three of us.”

Vince agreed, and instructed Synna to get changed and meet them in his office. She was already unclothed for the most part, so she wouldn’t be long. However she found what she was searching for, a leather billfold tucked inside her bra.

Synna only smiled at him. “What? I had money to make, and I found a willing donator.”

Both men only stood by as she moved deeper into the dressing room, shedding her remaining garments along the way. Blitz grabbed his arm and led him into the outer hallway. Oh well, maybe now he would get some answers from Blitz. Did he know something like this was going to happen? Why did only a fraction of the crowd react to her so aggressively while the others basically sat by and watched?

~*~*~

“I’m sorry, I’m a what?”

I had never heard the term before, but then again, I really knew nothing about myself, so there was no reason that it couldn’t be true. Sure, I had dreams disconnected from anything else I knew, and they only came at random and not in any logical sequence. But this is where I had to draw the line. I had already had enough surprises for one day, and I hoped that this night couldn’t get any worse.

“Pleasure doll, made specifically for military usage.”

The words hung in the room. They still hadn’t sunk in, like I couldn’t’ find a place to fit them in my mind. And as I watched Vince, I realized that his reaction was no different from mine. He really had no idea what I was. And I’d say if he did, I wouldn’t be shaking my assets for all of mankind to paw.

I could only laugh off what this stranger was telling me. “Wait, specifically for military usage, what does that mean?” I asked. “Was I some kind of boy toy?”

Blitz peered out the window, watching the lights of a jet passing above. I’d seen that faraway look on Vince’s face too, as if contemplating his choice of words. “No, you were expressly created for one man, a gift for a general.”

Yup, more things I didn’t know, let alone understand. “Ok, hold that thought. Let’s get back to…”

My words were interrupted by a knock at the office door. The three of us waited in hushed silence, but the knock returned, harder on the second try. I moved to answer the door, but my new protector grabbed my arm, sending a jolt through my mind. Don’t, it said. Before I could question it, Vince had moved up to the door, and looked through the peephole.

“Mr. Glasser, we know you’re in there. We’re looking for a missing person who we believe was on your stage earlier. May we come in?”

Vince turned back to us and mouthed the word “military”. Blitz nodded his confirmation, then yanked me toward him and threw me over his shoulder. Not a word, a voice said again through my mind. We’ll keep you safe.

We were already slipping through the darkness of the back halls when I realized this night really couldn’t get any stranger. I was hanging from a man’s shoulder, someone who had just told me that I was simply a cybernetic doll built and modified to give pleasure, while being pursued by military personnel who were looking for said doll. I felt the jolt through my mind one more time, Lady, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.


Note: The song above is from the Genitorturers track, "Sin City", and by no means do I own any rights to it. It's all theirs.