Menace Association Chapter: 3

She turned around to see herself in the mirror, Akira praises her curves as she put some make up on her making Agatha's eye color pop even more.

The two of them drove to roppongi, as they got into the entrance, the loud music, scent of cigarettes, alcohol, ecstasy and even sex surprised them.

Akira got too excited then started to dance and swayed her hips on the dancefloor.

Agatha just laughed and take a seat on the bar stools, and ordered a drink.

"One Bloody Mary please", she told the bartender in front of her.

"Coming right up ma'am", he winked at her while preparing her drink.

The bartender placed her beverage, Agatha takes a sip on her drink as she felt her throat hot, she turned her gazed at the dance floor where Akira was still having fun.

She roamed her eyes around the huge club when suddenly.

A group of guys wearing a white trench coat, with a letter SDLA(Shibuya's Devil's Line Association) written in Kanji printed at the back of their uniform enters the club as on their way to a VIP room.

"Rich ass motherfuckers" Agatha whispered to herself as she chugged the liquor.

A moment later she already felt the alcohol in her body, she got bored and decided to joined Akira on the dance floor.

Agatha let the alcohol dominates her, as she closed her eyes feeling the rhythm of the music and swayed her hips.

A paired of piercing eyes took a glance at her, while slowly bring her arms up and down, she rolled her hips seductively.

Throughout the time of being drowned of the club's loud music.

A pair of hands with broad fingers grip her hips gently and whispered to her ear.

"Darf ich mit dir tanzen, Liebling?"

(Can i dance with you darling?) He said with a raspy voice.

Agatha just nodded, knowing that it was him 3yrs ago by his familiar voice, She bend and leaned forward a little bit and grind her ass on his crotch.

"Atta girl" the man with a manbun style smirked as he grip her waist and pulled it closer, wanting her to feel his bulge.

The male's chest caressed her back as they continued dancing sensually. His slender hands roamed at her abdomen down to her thicc thighs, while planting some soft kisses at her shoulders.

Agatha tilted her head giving him more access, she bit her lower lip, as she felt his hot breath nudges on her neck.

"Shall we continue this upstairs darling?"

Agatha turned around faced him and wrap her arms around his neck.

She chuckled and responded, "i've been waiting for this for a long time hottie"

She placed her hand on his chest caressing it.

The woman twirled her slender finger then plays with his hair.

After a few moments of flirting on the dance floor, the two of them decided to walk upstairs which leading them into the vip room

Haruto pinned her both hands using his right hand to VIP's entrance as he lift her, then wrapped her legs around his waist.

He buried his face to the woman's neck leaving some kisses into it, Agatha gasp when she felt his hot breath.

"I'm fucking searching for you for a long time Agatha" he mumbled against her neck

The longing in his voice drives her insane, both of them stared at each other with a lust, the man was looking at her like she was his prey.

He noticed a slight bloodshot in her eyes it means that she's high.

Haruto just smirked and he lift up her dress up to her thighs, making the woman gasp.

He suddenly kissed her plump lips, and Agatha didn't hesitate to respond to his kisses.

Haruto grab her head to deepened the kiss, the male's lips left a groan when she bit his lower lip.

"Get a fucking room you too" a random guy yelled at them, who's making out.

Both of them just laughed and realized, that Haruto and her almost fuck each other in public.

He swiped his card at the doors lock, and pulled her inside.

Meanwhile at the VIP room:

"Where the fuck is your brother Haruki?" Sasaki uttered to him manspreading on the couch while swallowing a pill.

"Fucking some of his hoes? Who knows" Haruki just shrugged as he take a shot of Black Russian.

He adjust his self then leaned a bit to see a better view of a woman who's grinding herself on his lap as Haruki placed his manly hands on her curves caressing it.

Out of boredom the younger Hasegawa shove off the woman who's giving him some erotic dances on his lap making her topple over the floor.

"Wtf is wrong with you Haruki?!?" The woman complained while gnashing her teeth in annoyance as she got up and took a seat besides Sasaki and clung on his free arm.

"Miura baby did you saw what Haruki did to me? Look,.my thigh got bruised" the female whine in a flirtatious way then lift her dress up to her abdomen making her lingerie exposed infront of the man.

"Let me see Habibi".Sasaki he bit his lower lip the moment he rested his gazed on the woman's slightly reddened thigh.

All of a sudden his slender fingertips found its way on her knee giving it some slight taps until it reaches her inner thighs, making her giggle.

"Stoppp it tickles me" the woman whines crossing her both legs, as Sasaki's fingers were reaching for the back of her dress and ripped it apart leaving her only in undergarments.

The woman turned her head sideways and took a glimpse on Haruki who's about to leave.

"Wanna join? Haruki?" She said seductively at the younger Hasegawa.

"Haruki just clicked her tounge then replied nah i'm gonna take a nap", he nonchalantly said before he leaves those two alone.

"I'll be upstairs in a minute gotta finished this bitch first", he heard Sasaki yelled at him before he closed door.

The man just shook his head while it's on his way on its brother's room.

The moment he opened the door a smile crept on his lips.

"Y'all having fun without me, brother?"

"Oh it's you, you're fucking late man wanna join us Haruki?"

"Who am i to repudiate, the younger Hasegawa smirked the moment he went inside, the male closed the door using his right foot while taking off his shirt as he walks towards to join them.

Agatha woke with a throbbing head and a soreness between her legs. Two strong arms were wrapped around her waist.

She glanced to her right direction it was Haruto and to her left was his brother Haruki both of them are still sleeping.

"Well, that happened," she muttered, a shaky chuckle escaping her lips.

The amusement faded instantly. The night's events crashed back the pressure to drink l, the blurry faces, and the sickening feeling of her careless actions.

"Oh shit, Akira's going to kill me. Where the hell am I?" she whispered, a rising tide of fear washing over her.

She rubbed her temples, trying to shake the fog from her brain. With a grunt, she heaved herself free from the sleeping men. She scrambled out of bed, grabbing a blanket to cover her exposed body.

"Damn it, where's my clothes?" she hissed, searching frantically. She found her dress, crumpled and torn. A wave of nausea hit her.

"Those bastards! not my dress!" she raged, a childish fury bubbling up.

"I need a cold shower," she groaned, heading for the bathroom. After she did, she spotted a camcorder near the bed. Curiosity, and a morbid fascination, got the better of her.

The video played, revealing a scene of wild, alcohol-fueled abandon. Her bloodshot eyes stared back at her from the screen. Shame burned, but a strange pride flickered as well. "At least I look good," she muttered, a smirk playing on her lips.

She put the camcorder away, but the clothing problem remained. A trench coat, draped over a sleeping man on the couch, caught her eye. She crept over and quietly took it.

"Wait, who is this guy? I don't remember him from last night," she whispered, studying his face closely. He was incredibly handsome, the scar across his left cheek adding a rugged charm.

"Ich werde mir diesen Hübschen ausleihen." (I'll borrow this handsome guy) she whispered at him leaning closer and kissing his scar after that she slipped out, leaving the three men behind.

Agatha burst into their apartment, calling out for Akira. Silence. Then, a suggestive sound from Akira's room. A chill ran down Agatha's spine. She raced to the door and kicked it open.