Takeshi's Tunnel

  Flashing lights and pounding bass fill the club as you wade through a sea of bodies towards the bar, the smell of sweat and cheap cologne wafting through the air. Nobody catches your eye, but they're all packed so close together it's hard to pick anybody out. Finally fighting your way out of the crowd, you try to get the bartender's attention, but it takes another eternity before he gets to you.  "Can I get a beer?" you try to shout over the music, motioning with your hand. The bartender nods, and pours a tap into a plastic cup, handing it to you. Nursing your beer, you look around the room, trying to see past the shifting mass of dancers. You notice some private booths along the back wall, but can only see into the one nearest to you. A girl with blonde hair wearing black leggings with a crop top and white hooded jacket sits alone, a single empty champagne glass sitting in front of her. Slamming the rest of your drink, you leave the cup on the bar and make your

  (This story is a sequel to  Heaven in Hell , please read it first) Rolling over in the hotel bed, the sheets travel with you, stuck to your skin with a thin layer of dried cum. Minkye breathes softly next to you, still curled up and asleep, shiny with dried sweat and other fluids. A quiet groan escapes your mouth as you sit up on the edge of the bed, rubbing your temples. You remember meeting a cute boy, getting pizza, then having a lot of sex together. Your own rear feels fine so it seems you topped. Standing up, you pull yourself free from the sheets and make your to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and hanging it next to the shower as you turn the water on, letting it heat up. Once you can see the steam filling the room, you step under the water, letting it wash over you and rinse all the filth off your skin. The shower curtain shifts and Minkye gets in behind you, wrapping his arms around you and joining you under the water. Reaching for a bottle of soap, he squeezes it onto your

  The pale moon sits over the grassy knoll as you gently lay out a checkered blanket across the ground. The sun sits behind the horizon, shining dark crimson before the night completely envelops the sky. Tomakeys gently sets down a wicker basket full of flowers and wine, bringing out a pair of glasses and handing you one. Her tail swishes happily as she pours your cup half full, taking the bottle from her you return the favor. Lowering yourselves slowly onto the blanket, you lean against each other as you watch the last bits of red fade from the sky into dark blue and purple. You both take slow sips as the clouds glide over the stars, your fingers brushing against hers as you both rest on the grass. Normally you'd feel awkward not talking for so long, but sitting together like this feels nice and peaceful. Crickets  chirp in the distance and fireflies start to blink as you finish your drinks, lying back on the grass. Toma snuggles close, her head resting on your arm. "Thanks f

  The neon lights of Shinjuku make it look like day as you stride down the sidewalk, passing by endless shops and restaurants. Coming on vacation with your friends was worth it, but spending some time alone in the city really makes you feel adventurous. You can't read kanji at all, but being lost in a foreign country is thrilling. Blood pulses through your veins as you take in the night, people shuffling past you, the sound of traffic, greeters trying to pull passers by into establishments. One girl in particular catches your eye, she's wearing a black suit jacket with a white shirt and a skirt. Next to her is a round tray with plastic cups and a pitcher of some kind of fruity looking drink. Watching her, she attracts the attention of a businessman and hands him a sample of the drink. He smiles and bows, drinking it quickly before saying something and accepting a card from the girl. Looking behind her, you see a sign you can't read, but seems to be a bar or club of some kin

  Your first day at CLAMcorp has been an eventful one. You got lost inside the building, walked into a business meeting, lost a dollar in a vending machine, and overflowed a coffee pot. Nobody seems to know where you're supposed to be, and you don't even know who your supervisor is. The only thing you've done all day is make copies of a single form and stack them on a desk. You don't even know what it's for. Nobody else has yelled at you, or even acknowledged you, so you just kept doing it. Dropping another stack of papers onto a desk, you decide you've earned a rest. Wandering aimlessly for a few minutes, you spot what looks like a break room and head in. Opening the fridge, you see a smoothie without a label on it, and figuring it's free you grab it and pop it open. You're about halfway through the smoothie when a woman walks in, dropping into the chair next to you with a sigh. Pulling out a long pin, her pink hair falls down to her shoulders as she sl

  The sun beats down on the back of your neck as you wander along the sidewalk through Sao Paulo. The walls and buildings all have vibrant art painted on them and cars whizz past you on the street. You flew in for a wedding but that's still a few days away and you have a ton of time to kill. You can't speak Portuguese at all so you're pretty much stuck trying to find things in English. You're getting pretty hungry and look for someplace to eat, passing by a couple places that you can't understand. The word "buffet" plastered on a window catches your attention and you figure that's pretty hard to mess up, so you walk inside. There's a good number of people sitting at the tables and you see the buffet line against the wall. Grabbing a plate you start at the edge and walk along the line, looking for something you recognize. You're about halfway through the buffet when you see it. You've never been so terrified of something in your life and you