Lavender
Los Angeles, California.
“God’s Gift” Jeremiah Vastrix stands in front of the new nightclub known as Lavender. There is a ribbon in front of the door as Jeremiah stands next to the club owner, Dita Von Teese. Jeremiah has his AWS Undisputed title belt over his shoulder. The line to get in is already around the block. News vans line the roads around the facility, and there are at least a dozen cameras focused on the front door where Jeremiah and Lavender stand in front of the ribbon. Jeremiah has a really big pair of scissors.
Jeremiah Vastrix - I am here with Dita Von Teese. It’s long been a dream of hers to open an all-inclusive nightclub where everyone of all genders and sexualities can be welcome. It’s also all-inclusive in that with one price you can get all you care to drink and eat for the night. It’s a laid-back atmosphere for everyone. Well, as long as you are twenty-one, that is. Anything to add, Lavender?
Lavender adjusts her dress with a smile before answering.
Dita Von Teese - You can also get individual smokes, and since it is a private club, you can smoke indoors as well! I prefer to smoke a good white owl, if you know what I mean.
Jeremiah smiles at the reference, patting the face of the AWS Undisputed title.
Jeremiah Vastrix - I have just the thing, but not now.
Dita Von Teese - But you said you have it…
Jeremiah Vastrix - I know, perhaps somewhere a bit more private…or at least inside the club. Should we…you know, cut the ribbon?
Dita Von Teese - You know what? That is a great plan. Let’s do it!
Jeremiah positions the scissors around the ribbon so that he can cut it.
Jeremiah Vastrix - On behalf of the great state of California, the city of Los Angeles, and Dita Von Teese…I proclaim Lavender to be open!
Jeremiah cuts the ribbon, and the line starts to move with people walking in through the door, getting their ID checked, and paying the outlandish fee to drink, eat, and smoke all they want through the night as they dance.
Jeremiah watches the line move with efficiency, standing next to Dita Von Teese. She collects his arm with her arm, linking them elbow to elbow.
Dita Von Teese - Shall we go to the balcony where we can become a spectacle?
Jeremiah Vastrix - You know that you are old enough to be my mother?
Dita Von Teese - Your point? A hot mouth is a hot mouth. Are you turning me down?
Jeremiah Vastrix - No, not at all. I’m just saying.
They walk into the club and grab drinks before heading to the second floor, where there is a balcony railing. As the club slowly fills up, Dita drops to her knees in front of Jeremiah and unzips him right there in front of God and everyone so she can take his stiffening member into her mouth. Jeremiah briefly closes his eyes as pleasure begins to overtake his brain. He clutches onto the AWS Undisputed championship belt for dear life as she works him.
Jeremiah Vastrix - Týr Dagrsson. You are aware that we are going to have a wrestling match right? This isn’t going to be a battle. This isn’t going to be a “charge the shield wall” moment. This is going to be two people fighting in the ring to see who is the best. Not who is able to kill the other. You do remember that, right? That this is going to be a wrestling match and not some kind of gladiatorial battle?
Jeremiah fights to stay upright, his legs starting to turn to jelly as Dita takes his balls in hand and begins to massage them while she sucks him.
Jeremiah Vastrix - I’m going to step into the ring with you and show you what it’s like to face a real wrestler. None of these scrubs you have been facing in the AWS. I’m an outsider and am the main champion of this godforsaken place. None of you in the company can really compare to me, much less you Tyr. Tyr…the Norse God of War. Do you live up to the name, Tyr? Or are you just a mindless brute who can’t do much more than try to hurt his opponents in the ring in order to attain victory? Are you a Tyr, God of War, or are you Ares? Come now, think it through. I don’t think it should hurt you…too much.
Jeremiah lets out a long, ragged moan as Dita begins to speed up her motions, his eyes starting to roll up into the back of his head. It’s a moment before he regains his senses enough to speak again.
Jeremiah Vastrix - When we get into that ring, Tyr. It won’t be as if I were charging the shield wall. You know that I am the champion. I am the holder of the castle. I am the one that you need to defeat in order to move higher up the ladder. I have the high ground, padawan. What we have won’t be a title shot, but if you beat me, it could mean a title shot down the road. You won’t be defeating me, though. I will twist you up into a dozen different submission holds by the end of the match, and you will tap out.
Jeremiah’s mouth opens wide for him to let out a gasp, and his hips start moving, bucking into Dita’s mouth as he ejaculates deep into her throat. Her throat muscles are working as she swallows every bit of his release. Jeremiah is breathing hard with a smile as Dita milks him for every last drop.
Jeremiah Vastrix - Tyr. I don’t even really know why we are having this conversation. You are a clod. You know that you are a clod. You’re a big guy and strong, but is that all you’re really good for? If I need my furniture moved, I will call you. For everything else? There’s me, the Undisputed champion of this company, even as I am an outsider. Management is just lucky that I didn’t walk away with this title in hand to make their challengers come and chase me to get the title back. I think I signed a contract stating that I would remain in AWS until I lose the title at the very least, though.
Jeremiah pats his title with a point of pride as Dita Von Teese tucks his deflating member away and zips him up.
Jeremiah Vastrix - So, that being said. You know I’m going to be hanging around for a very, very long time. I don’t plan on losing this title, not even when the company gets closed down and the actual good players here get signed on with the CWF where the real wrestlers play.
Dita Von Teese stands up next to Jeremiah, wiping at her mouth with her fingers and licking the results.
Jeremiah Vastrix - Come, Týr Dagrsson. I’ll be waiting at the Crypto.com Arena. You know that you’ll be going down for the one, two, three.
The scene fades as Jeremiah picks up his drink from a table next to him and sips at it before speaking something to Dita that is not heard.