Love The Sinner Pt 01

Author's Note:

This is the story of a man that has a terrible, humiliating thing happen to him. But more importantly, it is the story of what happens afterward and how he comes back from that event. Because of that story structure, the first part of this story is a downer.

If you find this part of the story a bit too harsh, I would encourage you to also try part two before you decide this story isn't for you: things don't stay this bad for Seth through the whole story.

I hope you enjoy!

Part 1: Hate the Sin

Nina Aoki checked herself one last time in the mirror with a critical eye.

She was no expert in what people wore to clubs, but in her opinion, she looked hot. A tiny black dress that showed off her slim form, perfectly styled hair even blacker and shinier than the dress, and immaculate make-up. That had been the hardest part: Nina normally didn't wear makeup. She had had to practice with tutorial videos for hours in the lead-up to tonight, but the hard work had paid off. It looked flawless.

Everything would be perfect for her first ever time going clubbing. Well, almost everything. With a tiny, almost inaudible sigh, Nina headed out to the living room. There he was, sitting on the couch like a bump on a log, still playing the same video game he had been playing two hours ago when Nina had started getting ready.

"How do I look?" asked Nina lightly, striking a flirty pose. She still had hope somewhere in the back of her mind that her boyfriend would change his mind and decide to come with her. Maybe now that he saw how great she looked, it would spur him into action.

"One second, babe," said Seth, his thumbs jamming wildly on the buttons of his controller. "I just need to.... Uhhhhgh." He made a strangled sound of frustration and tossed his controller to the side, his eyes finally sliding over to look at Nina.

To his credit, now that he was fully engaged, Seth's eyes lit up with appreciation. Nina felt a surge of fondness as he visibly brightened, his eyes running over her sexy outfit. "Wow, babe!" he said with a goofy smile, "You look amazing! All this just to go out and dance for a few hours?"

And just like that, his unconsciously dismissive tone made annoyance bubble up inside Nina once again. Seth Takano was a great guy. Kind, warm, and supportive... most of the time at least. But he wasn't super good at taking hints.

"Well, it's important to me," said Nina meaningfully, crossing the room to sit on the couch next to Seth, lacing her fingers through his. "I've never been very good at dancing or comfortable around crowds... and you know how much I want to go to the spring formal this year. I think this will be good practice." The unspoken implication that Seth could also use similar practice as the man who would be escorting her to that dance hung thick in the air. As usual, it went directly over his head.

"I'm proud of you babe!" said Seth with a smile. 'Leaving your comfort zone and learning new skills is hard! I'm rooting for you."

Nina's smile was almost a grimace as she softly said, "You know, you could still come out with me if you changed real quick. I bet it wouldn't take you more than ten minutes to be ready."

Seth looked surprised and a little incredulous. "Uh-uh, sorry babe. I told you the first time you asked. I'm just no good at dancing. Just not my thing, I'm afraid. I would much rather just stay at home and order a pizza. I hope you have fun though."

Nina got up from the couch a little stiffly. "Oh. Ok. Fine. Well... I guess I'll see you later then," she said quietly, turning away. Seth was... well, to be frank, he was a bit of a nerd. Video games would always be more interesting to him than parties and dancing. And, to be fair, Nina was a nerd as well. They had met in anime club for God's sake, so she couldn't judge him for being a little geeky. But sometimes it was painfully obvious to Nina that she was Seth's first-ever girlfriend. He really needed to learn how to think about others.

"Have fun babe!" said Seth cheerfully, reaching for his controller once again, "Love you!"

Nina took a deep breath and balled her fists. She should really just say what she was thinking, be straightforward with Seth, and tell him that she wanted him to come to the club with her even if it made him uncomfortable. But instead, she let her hand go limp and said "Love you too, baby," as she headed out the door. If Seth's weakness was his oblivious thoughtlessness, hers was being too meek. She had always had trouble speaking up and asking for what she wanted.

That was another reason Nina was trying out something new tonight. She hoped that by breaking out of her comfort zone with crowds, she could also inspire herself to be more assertive. In high school, Nina never went to her own prom. She was too much of a wallflower for any of the guys to notice and ask her, and she would have been too embarrassed to go alone. That was why the spring formal was so important to her.

The issues were all connected in her mind: becoming the type of person who went out to clubs, being more assertive...

And being more forceful and upfront with her boyfriend about her needs.

...

Celine Audinet ruled the dance floor like the queen she was.

She could feel the eyes of the crowd on her as she wound and swayed her tight body to the pulsing rhythm. Let them stare. She was used to it. For someone as naturally gorgeous as Celine, longing glances from men and jealous glares from women were just another part of her everyday life. And, like many beautiful people, she had learned to enjoy the spotlight. Tonight she had squeezed her plump, heart-shaped ass into tight leather pants. To match, she wore a halter top small enough to display her toned, sexy tummy and tight enough to showcase her ripe, mouthwatering tits.

Her eyes were active, scanning the room for possible prospects. She had broken it off earlier today with her latest man (He had lasted longer than they usually did: a whole 8 days), and she was ready to find a new dick. There was no shortage in the club tonight, and Celine was justifiably confident that she could go home with any man that she wished. It was just a question of determining the best man available and dropping a subtle hint. Her good looks and typical male libido would take care of the rest.

The song ended, shifting into something slower, and Celine turned toward the bar. Maybe once she had snared a man for the evening it would be worth it to slow-dance as a prelude for the sex to come, but for now it was a waste of time. It would be hard to properly showcase her body with a beat this slow, no matter how good of a dancer she was.

As she moved through the crowd (who parted before her with appreciative glances, as usual), Celine felt her phone buzz in her clutch. She opened it and took a look. After all, maybe it was one of her friends: they had all flaked out on her tonight because of some "big test" tomorrow. Boring. Celine sighed heavily as she saw that it was from Kevin.

[Babe, I just don't understand why you want to break up! Wasn't the sex great? Didn't I do everything to make you feel like...]

Celine blocked the number. It didn't matter how many times she told her many lovers that she wasn't interested in long-term commitments or deep relationships; after experiencing her mind-blowing sexual talents, they always seemed to catch feelings. Celine's eyes grew hard for a moment as she tucked her phone back into her clutch. She had no interest in the vulnerability and trust that were needed for a long-term relationship. She knew men too well to trust them. She had been pursued aggressively by men since before they should have been pursuing her.

Celine knew better than anybody that love was a sick joke. Every relationship was just a thin excuse for exploitation. Finding anonymous cock on a frequently rotating basis was much safer.

As she approached the bar, Celine saw a small knot of men surrounding someone. Her eyebrows furrowed. She knew the look in their eyes, and she didn't like it. It was the sort of predatory greed that men got when they smelled weakness. From her commanding six foot height, it wasn't hard for Celine to peek through the group of men and see what had gotten them so excited.

A woman, obviously. A cute little Asian thing that looked scared half to death by the pushy flirting from the knot of slimy douchebags surrounding her. Celine could have left well enough alone... but entitled, aggressive men pissed her off. And besides, she was here without her friends tonight, so she had some time to kill before it was time to find her bed-warmer for the evening.

Busting these guys balls would be just the diversion she needed.

...

"What do you say, sweetheart," said the leering man leaning over Nina, "Can I buy you a drink? You look so tense! I bet it would help you loosen up a little."

Nina's eyes were wide and her pulse twitched, rapid and rabbit-like in her chest. She wished that Seth were here right now. That was what boyfriends were for, right? To defend you and keep you safe? "S-sorry," she said, her nerves turning her voice into a whisper barely audible over the music, "I h-have a boyfriend, so..." Nina's eyes started welling up from fear and frustration. Even when she was being harassed, she still wasn't strong enough to stand up for herself and demand what she wanted. What was wrong with her?

"What's that, honey?" asked the man with a cruel grin. He moved forward, getting alarmingly close and filling Nina's nose with his harsh cologne. 'I can't hear you! Why don't you whisper it right into my ear?"

Nina tried to back away, but she was already almost up against the bar. The gross, pushy man drew closer...

"There you are, girl!" said a confident, lightly-accented voice from beyond the men surrounding Nina. "I've been looking everywhere for you!" The group turned around in confusion, revealing the most gorgeous woman that Nina had ever seen. She was over six feet in her tall heels, and had thick, flowing, honey-blonde hair down to her shoulders. Her frank, challenging eyes were a deep luminous blue, and she looked utterly poised and confident despite her revealing clothes.

And in this moment, she looked like some sort of angel or avenging Goddess to Nina, coming to save her in her time of need. The man leaning over Nina turned with a disgruntled look on his face, but when he saw who was standing there, his entire attitude shifted instantly.

"C-celine!" he gulped, stepping quickly away from Nina and unconsciously lifting his hands up, palm out in a ridiculous show of innocence. "We were just being friendly! And w-we didn't know she was with you." Nina looked back at the tall gorgeous blonde with even more respect in her eyes. Not only was she stepping in to help, Celine apparently had a reputation.

"Ah hah," said Celine, raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow. "So this is how you treat all women who aren't with me? This is the kind of... what did you call it... "friendliness" that you show them?"

"Yes," said the man nervously, "I mean no. I... I didn't mean anything by it." He looked to his friends desperately for help, but they were taking the opportunity to melt into the crowd. Celine wore a look of almost pity. "Go home, little boy," she said dismissively, "And next time don't be so 'friendly'." The man gratefully retreated, and Celine turned toward Nina with a warmer smile.

"Are you alright darling?" she asked in her mild French accent, moving a little closer to be more easily heard. "You really have to be more careful around boys than that, you know. Men can never control themselves when they get horny."

"I kn-know," said Nina sheepishly. Now that she was out of immediate danger, she was thankfully able to force her voice above a whisper again. "I just... Well, it's my first time at a club, and I wasn't sure exactly how to handle guys like that."

Celine glanced at her in blank shock, her lovely blue eyes wide and searching. "Your first time, darling? How lovely! Welcome. You simply must come and have a drink with me. I can keep all the bad boys away." A sultry smile curved up the ends of Celine's plump, perfect lips. "Unless, of course, you want to talk to some bad boys... In which case I can keep them civil." Nina laughed, although she wasn't one hundred percent certain that Celine was joking, and allowed the tall, busty blonde to lead her to some open stools at the bar.

Once they sat, Celine turned to her with a look of intense interest. Her eyes scanned critically up and down Nina's slim form, with evident approval. "It's really your first time?" she asked curiously. "Well, if so, you did a great job choosing an outfit. You fit right in darling. What's your name?"

Nina blushed happily at the kind compliment, shyly taking in Carla's skimpy outfit as well. "I'm Nina! Thanks for saying so, but your clothes are even better, I could never pull something off like that!" she said shyly.

Celine laughed: a low, fascinating sound. "Oh, this ensemble? These aren't "look my best" clothes like yours, Nina. These are man-catching clothes. But if that's what you're after, I could give you some style tips."

Nina laughed back, warming up to the confident, gorgeous girl next to her. "No, thank you, Celine. I won't be needing any "man-catching" clothes. I have a boyfriend."

Nina could have sworn that Celine's eyes flashed with a dangerous coldness for a moment, but the look disappeared as soon as it had surfaced. "A boyfriend?" asked Celine incredulously. "Where was he while you were being accosted by strange men?"

Nina pulled a little grimace, that Celine's sharp eyes caught instantly. "Well," said Nina reluctantly, "He was busy tonight, so he couldn't come." Her eyes shifted away, unable to look into Celine's direct gaze.

"Hmmmm," said Celine, her face painted with an unimpressed expression, "How... reliable of him. He sounds like a catch. So, you aren't here to find a man... What does bring you here tonight?"

Nina bit her lip, hesitating. She could easily just say that she wanted to dance, and that would even be partially true. But even in the few minutes since she had met Celine, Nina felt like she could trust her. And besides, Celine was certainly the most confident and assertive woman Nina had ever met. If anybody might be a good role model for building her ability to stand up for herself, it would be Celine.

"I... Well... I want to be more confident," admitted Nina, "And I don't think that I can do that sitting at home on the couch." Celine raised her eyebrows and said, "Well well well. That is a noble goal. Let's toast to your confidence." Nina beamed, glad that she had opened up to the gorgeous taller woman. "Y-yes! Let me buy you a drink Celine!" Nina raised her hand to call over the bartender, but Celine contemptuously reached over and pushed her hand down.

"Darling, the first rule of being a beautiful, confident woman in a bar...:" said Celine with a conspiratorial wink, "Is that we never buy our own drinks. Observe." Celine scanned the bar critically, then her sharp eyes focused on a bearded man toward the end of the bar who was clearly looking over and checking them out. With her eyes sparkling mischievously, Celine gave the man a coy wave and lightly bit her plump bottom lip.

"Wave at him," she said under her breath to Nina at her side. Nina, a little confused, raised her hand to give a timid wave. Then Celine turned away from the man and back to Nina. "Wait," said Nina, her brow furrowing, "Won't that guy think we were flirting with him?"

Celine gave her new friend an affectionately confused look. "We were flirting with him, Nina. Why do you think I gave him my fuck-me eyes?"

Nina's mouth fell open. "Celine! B-but I told you! I have a boyfriend! I can't just randomly flirt with men in the club!" The bartender suddenly set two large, fruity drinks down in front of them. "Compliments of the man in red," he said briskly, pointing back down the bar to the bearded man, who was leering at them with a hopeful smile.

"Don't look at him anymore," said Celine with a chuckle. "He might get the wrong idea. And don't be a bore. Flirting isn't necessarily about sex, or even attraction. It's a tool. A demonstration of feminine power. Your absentee boyfriend couldn't possibly be upset about you flirting if you have no intention of ever sleeping with the man, right?"

Nina looked doubtful, taking a sip of the drink she had helped trick out of the hopeful man down the bar in order to cover her discomfort. "I... guess so," she said hesitantly. She thought that Celine was probably wrong, and Seth would be upset if he knew she was flirting with other guys, but it had been pretty thrilling to get a free drink just because a man thought she was hot.

"But not only that," said Celine firmly, placing a delicate hand over Nina's to emphasize her point, "Flirtation is an excellent way to get what you want and demonstrate your confidence. The exact goals you said were so important to you! In fact, I think that this will be lesson one. The first step on your journey to a more confident you. Look around, Nina. Tell me who you think is the most attractive man in the room."

Nina's head swam as she looked uncertainly at the beautiful woman seated next to her. She had barely known Celine for fifteen minutes and the taller woman was already acting like some sort of life coach. But her pushy, frank confidence was intoxicating... Nina wanted to be just like her.

Nina looked around the room, her eyes darting guiltily. She wasn't sure why Nina wanted her to find the man she found most attractive. It felt wrong for someone who was in a relationship to even consider other men that way. She was about to tell Celine that no one stood out in particular when she saw him.

He was a head taller than the rest of the people he was talking to, and had a look of cool disinterest on his chiseled face. His shoulders were broad, and his powerful-looking body pressed up against his tight shirt in ways that Nina couldn't help but find fascinating. His arm was thrown over the shoulder of a cute little redhead with an attitude of casual ownership.

Celine followed Nina's line of sight and snorted. "Tom Ferguson? A conventional choice, I must say. But you're in good company: I think if we held a vote for the most attractive man in the room, he would win in a landslide. Well, he's as good a choice as any. Go over and flirt with him."

Nina had decided to take another drink, and this sudden order almost made her spray it out of her nose. "What?! she hissed, looking at Celine in bewilderment, trying to see if she was joking. "Celine, I have a..."

Celine cut her off impatiently. "Nina, if you say that you have a boyfriend one more time I'm going to be very angry with you. I know. Yes, you have a boyfriend. A boyfriend who was too busy to come help you on your journey of self-discovery. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. And besides, we just agreed that harmless flirtation doesn't count as cheating, right?"

"I... ummm..." said Nina, her face a mask of conflict. The idea of flirting with a man as tall, powerful, and attractive as this "Tom" made butterflies riot in her belly. She didn't one hundred percent buy Celine's logic that flirting was meaningless... but sitting back and being a good girl had got her nothing but disappointment in life so far. She wanted to be a popular, confident woman like Celine.

"But he's here with another girl..." she said, her resistance wavering as her eyes stuck on the tall, handsome man across the room.

"I know Tom," said Celine in a voice rich with amusement, 'And I promise you that he won't mind. Go on now. Show me how confident you can be." Nina hesitated for just a moment longer... then began to make her way across the crowded club toward Tom. She felt a little bad for Seth... but it wasn't like she was going to marry Tom. Just a little light flirting to practice her self-confidence. Celine was right anyway; if Seth wanted to have a say in who she talked to and how, he should have come along with her.