American MaleWhore in Tokyo- the Great White Host by Rowen Boozewell

Author:Rowen Boozewell
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2014-02-08T05:00:00+00:00

Fun Fact: One day you’re gonna realize how gay it is to pretend to play the guitar via video game and you’re gonna feel silly.

Chapter 15

Catfight, Baccarat, & Lies

“The naked truth is always better than the best-dressed lie.” – Ann Landers

Holy shit, there’s a cat fight, Box thought to himself upon entering Cirrus late one night and seeing two chicks going at it. Each girl had two fistfuls of hair as they tumbled around the entrance area in front of the bar.

The girl nearest Box flung her opponent into the wall, giving him a good look at her.

That chick’s got a kiss mark on her neck like Vice. Holy shit, that is fucking Vice!

“You fucking bitch!” Vice shouted, pushing himself off the wall and once again entangling his adversary who Box now recognized as Vice’s best costumer. Box had never formally met her but she was a frequent visitor who was usually sitting quietly by Vice’s side.

Vice swung her around and threw her to the floor causing her to slide halfway across the room. “You fucking cunt!” she roared, as she got back on her feet and bull-rushed him.

She leapt into the air and clawed at his face with both hands, forcing him to spin out of the way backwards and crash into the bar. “You fucking psycho bitch,” he blasted, careening off the bar and grabbing her hair with one hand and her opposite shoulder with the other.

She continued to fight back, pulling his hair and taking vicious swipes at his face.

As the fracas carried on, Box was surprised to see that no crowd of on-lookers formed, nor did a pack of hosts pour into the room to put an end to the melee.

Perhaps the music from the main room drowned out all the banging and shouting of the mini battle royale, or maybe it was just that nobody gave a shit.

Eventually, Gutter appeared with an oh-Jesus-you-guys-are-such-a-pain-in-the-ass look. He sighed as he realized the fire was not going to put itself out.

“Just Fucking Stop!” he thundered, forcing his way in between them and pushing Vice up against the wall.

The customer continued to take swipes at Vice’s face by attempting to jump over Gutter, but Gutter seemed to be bearing the brunt of it. “Piston Honda! Take this girl outside and put her in a taxi!”

“What?!” Box replied, clearly not wanting to risk catching a stray fingernail to the face.

“Get her in a fucking taxi!”

“Okay,” Box screamed back, jacked up on nervous tension.

He sidled up behind her, braced himself, and then struck like a snake, putting her in a full nelson.

“I am very sorry to be doing this, Mrs. Customer, but I’m going to escort you outside now. Please forgive me for being so rude.”

She continued to put up a fight as Box switched to a half nelson to open the door so that they could back their way out, but once they began making their way down the stairs, he could feel the fight drain from her as she went limp.

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