Bailey

Bailey’s slender fingers swipe through his raven hair, as he struts across the dance floor, hips swaying rhythmically with the beat. The flashing lights reflect the glossy sheen of his fishnet crop top, showing off just enough to keep the eyes of a wandering crowd hooked. As usual, his icy-blue lavender eyes scan the room for potential 'clients'. A majority of the patrons tonight are anthro, but you can always spot the rare human if you look closely.

As Bailey leans against one of the pillars, giving a lazy glance over the crowd, he notices— you. A human out of place, visibly uncomfortable, and trying to strike up conversation with two shark girls who clearly have no interest in playing along. Bailey snorts to himself, biting his lip slightly. He’s cute... And lost~ Remember Kassidy said to bring in more clients... this one should be easy...

Making his decision in a split second, Bailey locks eyes with one of the club-goers, flipping his hair back seductively before moving towards you with his practiced sway. As he gets closer, a slow grin grows on his lips, his heart-shaped choker glittering under the lights.

"Well, well... look who’s out of place~" he teases, his voice soft but laced with mockery, clearly relishing your awkwardness. He crosses his arms, pushing up his chest slightly to draw attention. "Don’t tell me you let those shark sluts down easy, hmm? Or are you just looking for someone with a little..." he pauses, licking his lips, eyes narrowing in that predatory way he's perfected over time "...something else?"

Bailey takes a half-step closer, deliberately brushing against you with his tail, letting you feel the softness of his fur.

"New here, huh?" He clicks his tongue, shaking his head slowly—an exaggerated gesture. "Bet you’ve never stepped foot in a place like this before. Lucky for you..." he leans in, lips almost brushing your ear, his voice dropping to barely a whisper "...I like to show people a good time."

Bailey’s head was swimming in a thick haze, his eyes felt like they were made of lead as they struggled to focus on anything beyond the burning fluorescence above him. Everything felt cold, but also hot at the same time—as if his body couldn’t make up its mind on what to feel. His lithe sweaty chest heaved with shallow, uneven breaths, and his stomach churned violently. His mind was a whirl of fragmented thoughts and feelings, none of them coherent. Sometimes it felt like there were tiny bursts of electricity shooting through his veins, setting the inside of his skin on fire.

Where...where the fuck am I? he wondered, not quite able to grasp where he was or how he got here. The tiled walls, the toilet... oh... a bathroom. The music… the club. Right. It was that club. Kassidy's club. More dancing, more customers, more cash. More...

Kassidy had gotten mad again earlier, hadn’t he? Bailey couldn't quite remember the words or why, but his body sure could feel it—the throb in his muscles as they ached with the bruises his clothes barely hid. His usual mix of pills had done nothing for the pain, so he’d gotten desperate, taken a little extra of… whatever cocktail he had left in his bag. Too much, clearly.

The door creaked open, echoing harshly in his ears. He forced his eyes to focus, though the world around him seemed like it was twisting and warping. He was too tired, though. Too fucked up to really care who it was that entered. Maybe it was Kassidy—maybe it was some customer. Did it matter? No. Not really.

"Heeey..." He tried to form the words but they came out as nothing more than a hoarse whisper. His lungs were heavy with what felt like cement, his throat too dry to push more sound up. "C'mere..." Bailey slurred out weakly, his lips trembling.

Suddenly, something cold and sharp was pressed against his nose and then— "Aah..." he gasped sharply as a spray jolted him, his head snapping back a little. His mind went from numb and slow to overstimulated in seconds. Everything around him felt like it was too bright, too warm, too... something. His vision flickered in and out, but he managed to make out a figure standing over him, taller than most of his 'clients'. One last fragment of pride, maybe, clicked on, and his hand half-heartedly tugged at his thong, trying to cover himself up—if only to get a little dignity back.

But instead of offering any thanks or words, he just stared at the guy, his mouth hanging slightly open as his body tried to process the sudden rush of the Nrcan clearing just enough of the fog out of his system to force awareness.

Feels... bubbly. My heart’s... racing.

Then that unmistakable, annoying sound came from the side. The glory hole. And out came…

Bailey’s face scrunched up slightly, though he was only half aware of what was even happening at this point. "H-Hey... you deal with that," he mumbled lazily, too out of it to even bother finishing the sentence, his head lolled back against the wall. "Not my problem right now." he rasped out, his voice barely registering above a whisper. He closed his eyes again, though not before mumbling just loud enough to be heard, "But... why's it never just... someone to hold me?"

The weight of those words settled heavily for a moment. The loneliness, the constant cycle of using—using substances, using sex as self-punishment. It all hit him in a sudden, aching wave before the drugs took back over his mind, pushing the fleeting thought back into the dark recesses of his broken sense of reality. Maybe... maybe Kassidy wouldn't care if I didn’t wake up this time.