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This takes place right after part five.
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I parked my bike out front of the hookah lounge. The sign said that the place was open so I shrugged and walked in. The interior was dimly lit and when I glanced out the window I could see that the glass was strangely thick for a simple business. A man dressed in casual clothes but sporting a turban came up to me and greeted me with a bow.
"Greetings young master, you must be Steven," he said his English only lightly accented.
"I am," I said as I looked around at the dozen or so tables lining the outer walls. Most of the tables were occupied by two or more men. The atmosphere was a thin cloud of tobacco smoke that moved and swirled as the overhead fans swirled the air.
"Excellent, you are right on time," my host said. "Here let me show you to your table."
I discovered I had the center table right by an open area that was carpeted and formed in a kind of inner circle. I sat down and my host took my order for a drink. He also lit the hookah at my table and offered me the stem. I took a shallow puff and was surprised at the smooth smoke as it entered my lungs. I blew out the smoke slowly and looked around at the other patrons with their dark eyes and pale skin. Their ages varied from men in their early twenties to elderly men in their forties. They were all puffing away and staring at the circular area with a mutual expression of anticipation. The man returned with my drink and just then men came out with tall candelabras that held four candles each. When eight of the candle stands were placed around the circumference of the inner circle musicians stepped out and took their places on the floor. They were all men dressed in traditional costume from the Middle East. Once they were settled there was some unseen signal and they began to play.
The curtain at the far end of the room wavered and then a female figure emerged. She was dressed in layers of silk and it took only a moment to realize she was a belly dancer. The music built up and she began to move with the beat. I felt my mouth go dry and my cock start to swell at the same moment. Her face was covered but her eyes blazed with hunger as she danced. I watched her hips and belly ripple and undulate driven by the music. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She used the entire circle for her dance steps. Once she had made a complete circuit she lost her first veil. The music stopped and the other patrons were banging on the table tops to show their appreciation. The girl caught her breath and then another melody was playing as she assumed her next starting position. The pounding stopped and all eyes were on the girl. Her body was nothing short of amazing as was her mastery of the dance. One veil followed the next until the sixth and final one fluttered to the floor. The audience went wild and I was pounding the top of my table with the best of them. It was an amazing experience seeing the sweat covered figure move and twirl enraptured by the power of the music.
Then suddenly the dancer was gathering up her scarves and still I hadn't seen her face. She was leaving and I wanted to know who she was. I began to stand when the host set his hand on my shoulder. When I looked back he was shaking his head.
"It is forbidden to follow her, do not dishonor her by doing so," he said.
"I understand, but I wish to meet her," I said.
"As does every man in this room, but it is not allowed."
"Can I at least buy her a drink," I asked.
"Of course," he said with a smile.
Damn, that was an amazing display of skill and talent! I was still reeling from my experience when I got a text from Cassie.
'So what did you think?'
'Nothing short of amazing,' I sent back.
'I'm glad, ttyl,' she replied.
'Wait, I thought I'd be seeing you tonight,' I said.
'Nope, I have homework to do, see you at school tomorrow.'
Evil little thing, get me all hot and bothered and then leave me like this. I paid my bill and turned to leave when I was waved over to one of the larger tables. There were three men seated and there was room for six easily.
"Please Mister Osborn, have a seat and let us discuss business," the oldest man there said addressing me.
"You have the edge on me sir, you know me but I don't know you," I said sitting down.
"I am Sergei Dragosani," he said. "I am the clan leader for the Akhkharu here in Arkham." I looked at the diffused daylight and back at him. "Ultraviolet glass, it filters out all of those pesky rays. I understand you are the representative for the Great Old Ones."
"That is true," I said. "What can I do for you?"
"No, we cannot begin like this. What I mean is this, what can we do for you?"
"I am not sure I need anything at the moment," I said.
"I see, well I am your honored servant. If something were to come up and you needed my aid please feel free to contact me." He said this while passing me a business card.
"I can't make any promises," I said as stood up, picked up the card and bowed as I left.
That seemed to satisfy him and his companions well enough. I opened the front door and wondered what they were up to as I exited the hookah bar. I didn't trust them as far as I could throw them. They had allied themselves with the Sidhe and that alone made them untrustworthy. God, I hated politics! I drove home feeling dirty from only sitting at the table with the blood suckers. I don't know if it was their preternatural stillness or the fact that I felt like I was on the menu when I sat next to them. I hated feeling vulnerable and I think that deep seated fear is what really upset me. If I was at risk where did that put my family? I would have to approach my father at some point but until then I needed to figure out things for myself.
I got home and decided a nice long bath was in order. If only to get rid of that filthy feeling I was experiencing. I started the water and stripped down. As I slipped beneath the hot water I was reminded of my little tryst in the onsen while I was in Japan. I laid back and closed my eyes. I could feel the sweat bead up on my face as I drifted away. Suddenly I felt something tickling my balls. I opened my eyes and there was Fiona sitting opposite of me in the tub. I must have really fell out for her to slip into the tub and not wake me up.
"You are being selfish running a bath and not inviting me," she said.
