Description: Horatio goes out for his normal walk about China Town. But what happens when he discovers Choi? Join us for this fun-fillde romp through the budding sexuality of a young JUstice High student as he slowly learns to embrace the sweet tender love of pornographic exploitation. With our Korean midget as his guide, laugh and cry at the tender moments as Horatio discovers how enjoyable fondue can be! Now with 50% less fighting (but 66% more kinky sex scenes!)
At the closing of another day, schools had let out all across the city, the sun was hanging low and crooked in an orange, pink and amber sky, and pedestrians were steady out walking in China Town. They headed this way and that, mostly getting together what little business they had to attend to before the close of business hours. As usual in this part of town, the sights of animated people and vendors and store clerks were seen, then there as the smells of various restaurants flooding the streets. A smell that was too much for Horatio to ignore. With earbuds in his ears listening to the stylish beats of a local band he'd discovered one bleary evening, following some peers out clubbing, he walks on his happy way with food in hand.
A cardboard container of ice and noodles with chopsticks stuck deeply inside of the food at the center. And those chopsticks were largely ignored for a plastic spork. He'd gotten the hang of chopsticks sure, but he wasn't just fond of using them. Thus he walks and stuffs his face, humming along with the music, stopping a couple times when he's snagged by a vendor to look at something and inevitably turns it down. After all, he'd gotten back in town only about half a day ago and his pockets were a little light from that roundtrip ticket from Metro City to fight in the Neo League.
Meanwhile, a certain Korean Man was wandering around in China. Now, Choi was not really into the whole Chinese culture. Certain aspects of the culture interested him deeply, of course, which was why he was here in the first place. Mulling around, the midget was holding a flier. Naturally, being a public place, he wasn't equipped with his nasty hacking claws. Those were hidden discretely under his clothing. Those with sharp eyes might see him concealing the weapons, of course. But Choi wasn't here for trouble.
Stopping in the middle of the street, The man lifts his hat up, and rubs his head. He heard about this place from a 'friend.' One of those massage parlor he was hearing about all the time. It was a fondue restaurant, also, though it was mostly a front. Mostly. He actually heard the food was better than the 'service,' though he wanted to see it for himself. Eyeing the crowd, he was trying to find someone, anyone, who would help him find it. Of course, without punching him in the nose. He needed someone who was sleazy. Just like him, but more... worldly. His eyes pass over an old lady. A group of giggling school girls. A middle-aged store-owner. A group of giggling school girls. Thighs. School skirt. A vampishly dressed middle-aged women. A red-headed teenager.
Choi rubbed his chin. Teenagers were horny. And all of them fantasized about adult places. This foreigner must have been here for the adult stores. Who wouldn't be? And besides, everyone knew red heads were sexually aggressive. He read that in Playboy before! Fixing his hat in place, he forces himself through the crowd, moving quickly. He is like a shadow when he comes upon the boy. "Uh, excuse me. Buddy Boy?" Choi begins, flashing that fake smile as he moves in to violate Horatio's personal space bubble. "I need help finding directions to a place. Could you help me?" Before the boy can reply, the little man whips out the flier in all of its raunchy glory. Showing it to the boy, Choi asks quite sincerely.
"Do you know where G's Spot is?"
Cheeks full of food, he doesn't even notice the stares he gets for being about the only carrot-orange-haired person on the entire block... It wasn't just orange like red heads have orange.. his head was definitely orange. Nothing but orange. The color orange. Not off orange, not close to orange, not sort of orange, but orange. Like an orange peel, or orange juice, or an orange T-shirt. Darker than peach, lighter than red. Orange. -- And yet somehow people always just went ahead and called it orange. He couldn't escape the stigmata. But he supposed no one would want to bother to call him 'Orange Head'. Frowning a little at one man in particular who stares at him long and hard and grumps a word that Horatio heard practically all the time here; Gaijin-- he offers the man a smile and attempts to seem unbothered by it.
Turning the other cheek was something he still needed practice on. Nevertheless, he moves on, spoons more noodles and rice into his mouth and stops to look through some fruits on a vendors cart. Really strange looking fruit with ... pines or something sticking out all over it. It looked like a big, heavy hedgehog. He didn't dare touch it though... it could be alive or something. Swallowing, his attention is suddenly grabbed by a voice coming from just behind. Turning, he looks... -- then looks down, "Huh? - - Oh, hello..." He says with a distant smile, his eyes wandering away from Choi for a moment, not really hearing what he'd said at first until he pulls an earbud free.. "Di...rections? I guess I can try. I won't lie to you and say I know where everything is, but I do know where some things a--" His eyes practically cross when the man unfurls the flier and puts it out for his viewing pleasure.
Cheeks flaring a brilliant red, Horatio looks quickly away down the length of the street and stuffs more food in his mouth, "Um-- um.. tha-- th," swallow, "That's umm.. nice, sir.. I -- guess, b-- hm? G's Spot?" Turning to look back at the man, almost forgetting about the flier, he ends up looking at it again, and quickly averting his eyes. Stuffing his spoon into his food, he lifts his hand first to his forehead, then his middle, and shoulder to shoulder, "Wow-- um... I don't ... think I.. can help you there, sir. I don't really know where G's Spot is. I don't even think they'd let me in a place like that," he says with a nervous chuckle.
Choi stares at Horatio for a minute, a dull look coming over his face. And then, the horror happen. He slowly begins to smile. It started thin-lipped, and then grew into full-out teeth biting. His over bite was almost gleaming in the evening light. He 'knew' exactly what the boy wanted. And by gosh, he seemed like a nice kid. It was nice to find someone who didn't want to beat his face in. And really, while Choi was universally loathed, he was pretty much a nice guy. Unfortunately for Horatio, Choi was about to be nice to him.
Holding the flier up so Horatio could see it better, the man moves in to grasp the kid around the waist, much like a buddy shoulder thing. Except Choi is short. So he chooses the more awkward waist grab. And his grin, oh his terrible grin. He has this sleazy look on his face has he nods. "Aaaaw... don't sweat it, Buddy Boy. They would let you in clear if you were with an adult like me. I know kids like you. Always curious about the fairer sex, right?" The Korean gazes back over to the schoolgirls. Tittering. Walking away. Beautiful round behinds swinging back and forth with their skirts flowing with every motion. Choi sighed wistfully. "Don't worry, pal. How about we look for this place together. I'll even buy the meal for you. How does that sound? I won't no for an answer, so how about that!" He holds the flier closer and closer to poor Horatio's face, forcing him to look. FORCING HIM TO LOOK.
It wasn't that he was unaware of things like this... he just never bothered to investigate. Choosing a life of wholehearted christianity was hard, and it was made harder by people like Choi whom seemed to find it entertaining to either ignore a persons wishes or show a young fellow like him a 'good time' because he'd never seen one before. Whatever drove Choi's actions at this moment, Horatio was too much the gentlemen and slightly a bit too naive to push him aside and go on about his business. Instead he just... kind of blinks and tries to avoid looking at the flier being shoved in his face.
Unfortunately, Choi is insistant, and the arm suddenly around his middle lets him know that he wasn't going anywhere. Sighing with exasperation, his cheeks growing all the more flushed as seconds tick by, he literally drops his container of food on the ground, eyes trapped by the lewd picture before him of the woman.. -- "Oh... oh my.. -- S.. Sir, I-" and then they were walking... "I don't know if I want to look for this place... I -- I don't know if I want to go in," He follows Choi's gaze.
It's as if saxaphones were blaring sultry tunes in his ears, vibrating his eardrums and cutting through his ability to reason, his eyes seemingly for the first time ever locking on the rearends of those schoolgirls sashaying away, their gaze catching his stare... they giggle and bat at one another playfully.. pointing and moving on. "Wow..." -- Turning his attention back forward, the brilliantly glowing neon G's Spot sign turns on in the coming dusk... "I don't know if this is right... Lust is a sin. Lust is a sin." He says, repeating it twice-- more to himself than to Choi.
Show a fellow a good time? Choi is not a prostitute! However, he keeps walking poor little Horatio along to the palace of sin. Well. Not a palace. More like an outpost. In any case, it was very much a part of Choi to be tempting poor innocent teenagers. What was unusual, however, was the fact that he was being far more successful with a christian male than a non-christian female. Was it the fact that Choi was just that uncharming? Or was it the fact that Choi was edging in on a field that was, for lack of a better term, virgin.
Choi brings the swiftly enticed male towards the outpost of sin. "Blah blah lust. You act as if you don't like girls! And trust me, kiddo, I KNOW you do." He snapped at his new buddy, bringing him past the neon light into G's Spot. And from the moment he dragged him in, the smells comes. The combination of sweat, cheese, and wine filled the seedy place to the very core. What seemed like a cross between a chinese restaurant and a brothel (though from what this RPer has found from Kung-Fu movies, there isn't much of a difference) was what greeted the pair. Cheap oriental decor splashed about the room to make it clear that you were still in Chinatown, and a paper barrier stood up from what was assumed the 'adult' portion of the place. A bored-looking Chinese Man of Cantonese descent waited on top of a red desk, waiting eagerly to greet the next customer.
Choi grunts with a cough, clearing his throat. Lazily looking over at the little man, the maitre d' grunts in response, eyeing the Horatio lad as if to inquire about why he was here. Choi winks, and gives a thumbs up to the man, adding to the non-verbal communication. The maitre d' shrugs his shoulders, and holds up two fingers. The Korean nods eagerly, hugging his new teenage ward closer. The man shakes his head, and motions to the back room. The midget looks at Horatio, that grin still locked on his face. "So... ready to go?"
Blah blah blah... Funny. People often said that to him when he started talking about what was as in. Perhaps they weren't too familiar with the bible. Or maybe they just didn't care. Either way it didn't much matter. Choi was walking on virgin ground in more ways than one, and the look on Horatio's face more than advertised this fact. Almost high off of his own shame, the heady feeling had him looking around curiously, wondering if he was in a bad dream or not. And it's this very reason that he's sugested right on along. Moving along side Choi without much of a fight beyond the occasional rebuttled or rebuke.
"I don't know about this... From the flier, I don't think this is the kind of place I should be in." They make it through the front door and up to the attendant at the desk.. And at that point, Horatio's worries are slightly lessened. Looking around at the cheap decor, the paper screens and sliding doors, and the way the man at the desk was dressed. "... Oh...-- well... this isn't so bad. I guess the flier was just... - trying to attract business. Is this a ... restaurant or a- I mean, what do they do h-- huh?" Was he ready to go? Well, it didn't seem all that harmless now did it? "Sure?" He offers with a smile.
Choi smiles back. Yes. Choi was a very dirty man. Hustling the relatively innocent child along, he moves beyond the entryway into a steaming, red-lit room. There was a soft, sultry music being played throughout the entire place, the atmosphere heighten by the smokey tobacco haze that hung over the room. Low tiled tables were spread across the room, surrounded by what was in essence canvas beanbag seats. In the middle of each table was a single pole. That wasn't the center of attention, however. The center of attention were the topless women walking around.
Choi and Horatio is led by the dull man to a large table with 3 other men. All seem to look strangely like taller versions of Choi. Smirking, Choi pulls Horatio down to a beanbag chair. and sits right next to him. He may be sleazy, but he wasn't cruel. He knew the boy, being shy, would want to stay near his good friend Choi! Looking over at the fellow customers, they were slowly digging into dull swiss fondue, leaning back in the chairs. Cheap Sake sat in a porclien vessel, and small glass cups were spread around. And Choi, well, the Korean is already setting up their cups.
A low thumping is heard from behind Horatio. The waitress, a young woman of about 20 years is there. Japanese. Dark hair, not a very pretty face. But, As company policy, she was to bare all to the poor lonely men who came here. And here was a poor lonely man. Leaning over, she seems to be sensing to poor boy's nervousness. Tasting it. A chance to exploit herself over the customer. There was nothing so enjoyable as intimidation. And then, she croaks in a fake sweet voice, centering all her attention on Horatio as Choi works on the drinks. "Hello boys. Is there anything... I can ~get you?~"
For the time being it didn't seem bad at all. Perhaps he'd had his hackles up for no reason. Looking around, actually enjoying the sight of something new, he walks along behind Choi, pulling the other earbud from his ear and pushing the both of them into his pocket. Eyes caught by a couple of tables with intricate, fake flowers set almost perfectly together, or a mural on the wall, or a large fan that told a story in kanji. It was all brand new to the Italian lad. When finally he does look back forward, Choi has lead them into a room with a few other men inside, enjoying drinks and ... Fondue.. ugh.
"I don't much care for fondue... It makes me a little ill. I think I had a bad experience as a chil-- uh!" He's pulled down into a cushy beanbag. "What's that?" He asks, looking at the drinks Choi's setting up. But before he can say anything a woman walks in and moves over the men like a shark in the water sensing fresh blood. She beelines in on him and his eyes hit the floor. Don't look up, don't look up... she'll go away if you just don't look up. "I'm... fine. I don't need anything." The tone in her voice had his eyes widening a bit. He looks over at Choi, searching for some type of help... a rescue-- anything.
Choi, stilling smiling, understand poor Horatio. And by understand, I of course mean 'relate to in a very twisted manner.' He shoves the glass of Sake in his partner's hand as he gentles reaches over for the girl. The waitress, obliging to all sorts of petty desires, leans over. Horatio, being caught between a Choi and two mounds, should be having a wonderful time feeling himself in a crowded place. Stroking the cheek of the lady, the Korean begins to coo. "Oh, don't my buddy, toots. He is just a little shy. And ~you know how to fix that, right?~" The Korean winks from behind his glasses, and gives Horatio a rough pat on the back.
Both parties pull back, releasing Horatio from his fleshy tomb. The woman nods at the Korean, only briefly looking at the fresh meat. "Right. So. What will it be then. Outside of the ~repair job~" The overuse of tildes should be raising more red lights, and not just the ones filling the room. The Korean, continuing this secret lingo, just rubs his hands together. "I will say some nice bread and, well, hey! Buddy. Do you like ~chocolate?" The midget nudges his best teenage friend, who is gaining more and more experiences by the moment!
The sexual innuendo flying through the air at this moment was absolutely stifling. The other men in the room had their eyes locked on everything excluding the woman's face. Horatio however was trying to play a game of counting little specks of dust on the floor... and he wasn't doing a very good job as feet had shuffled most of it away. Thus he was counting the same two dots over and over again, trying to ignore the burning in his face. When the woman leans over to make 'friends' with Choi, Horatio looks up then, only to be smothered by -- "Wait, I -mmph.." -- he's hit with a face full of mammary-infused-embarassment.
The two talk and Horatio is sitting stark still at this point, trying to push the woman away from him with a gentle hand as the two discuss, in some type of lechery-code, a way to pluck the poor boy without him having much say in the matter. And it's that that has him getting just a little upset- as well as a little hot and bothered about the collar. When she finally steps back, Horatio, bangs mussed up over his forehead, face a brilliant, stop-light color, turns his attention to Choi, "E... excuse me sir.. I'm not sure what you're name is-- .. I.. I'm Horatio Alexander. I.. I think we should maybe.. I - I dunno, go back outside? This isn't," he was practically hyperventilating. "This isn't what I thought it would be.."
"Maybe we should just go," attempting to stand, he finds himself trapped by the all encompassing beanbag chair, struggling a bit left and right to get good footing to lift himself up.
"The name's Choi, buddy." The Korean begins. Unfortunately, he was listening to Horatio's words. I say unfortunate, of course, because it is Choi, and you know it won't end up in the style that the teenage would want. He continues, patting the poor nervous child on the shoulder. "And don't worry. This is just the formality part. I know you were expected far more copious amounts of the T's and the A's. And if you wait a few, you are going to the get it all!" And as if to answer him, a pumping porno groove began to crash into the room as the bread arrived.
Each single loaf of thin french bread was carried by a single woman. And each woman wore nothing but a pair of tassels for each nipple and what is technically a pair of panties. Fabric wise, you might be able to make a decent thong with each of them combined together. A large knife sheath hung at the side of their scanty panties, tied with the same string that held the get up together. Each of them strutted over to the tables to the banging techno and hoots and hollers.
Choi gets very excited, and begins slapping Horatio over and over again. "CHECK IT OUT, EH BUDDY BOY!?" He shouts as their personal lady friend steps up on the table with her cohorts. She whips out the knife, and begins swinging back and forth, back and forth. Working around the pot with her friends, she hack off a chunk of bread. With surprising dexterity, the stripper snaps up the piece and threads her tassel through it. Leaning down carefully, she dips the bread into the pot, and begins working it around. Coated well enough in the swiss goodness, she crawls over to Horatio, and looks down at him, a coy look in her eyes leading down to the bread dangling from her chest.
Eat It.
"C..Choi? Right," he says distractedly, looking around the room for a way out-- any way out. Still fighting the beanbag chair. Don't worry. Interesting thing to say to a young man that was currently panicking like a squirrel caught in six o' clock traffic on a two lane express way. Damned if he did and damned if he didn't. He was expecting more? Doubtful. Even as Choi says this he looks at the man with a doubtful and horrified look in his eyes, his mouth opening, lip curling in disgust at the height of this man's lechery. It was practically sickening him.
But before he could much complain the lust in the air is thrown to a whole new height. Pounding music thumps on and swells his head with beats and riffs that are blindly intoxicating. Lulled by it, he finds himself settling back down into the chair, almost sighing defeatedly. But when those women come strutting in baring nearly all, he stares hard, absolutely caught... trapped by their movements, their bodies.. their shapes. ".. This.." Watching the show all the way up until the moment one of those girls comes writhing... crawling over to him.. Scrunching down in the chair as the woman crawls over him, dangling the bread over his face, his eyes were as wide as saucers.
The tassels sway and jiggle about.. as do the things that they're attached to which he seems far more interested in staring at than the bread. -- His orange eyes slide slowly up her to meet her eyes... The beanbag chair leans... leans... and leans more as he tries to slide away from her... -- a red line of blood slowly leaks from his right nostril, "Nn...ngh! --- DEN OF EVIL! DEN OF EVIL! DEN OF SIN!!" He shouts suddenly, completely killing the mood in the room as he crab-walks back away from her, over the chair and rolls off of it's back. Standing, he looks left... woman. Breasts! -- He looks right. Woman. Breasts! --
The rice paper and bamboo walls were nothing. There were nothing. And now there was a Horatio sized hole through it as his feet pound the wooden floor, echoing away in the hall, "DEN OF SIN AND EVIL!"
Choi swore the kid was enjoying himself. And then the nosebleed happened. Nose bleeds were never good. The Korean was becoming a bit worried. Maybe he made things too fast for the kid? And then the kid goes apeshit! Everyone leans back, flinching at Horatio finally going nuts and snapping out at the very temptations that he swore to fight against. Den of Sin and Evil? Where was the evil? How could breasts be evil? They were round and soft. Just like Mickey Mouse!
And then he was gone. Choi sighed, rubbing his forehead. The whole mood was off, the whole routine was off. How embarrassing. Still, all wasn't lost. Shrugging his shoulders, he grabs the dangling piece of bread, and munches on it thoughtfully. Wow. This was great fondue.
Log created on 22:20:12 04/25/2008 by Choi, and last modified on 18:18:12 04/26/2008.